Chapter Fifty

Wendy put her hands over her face. “I was stupid, Camille. I knew how this was going to turn out. I knew what was going to happen if I did this and I went through with it anyway. I was stupid, and now I have to pay the price.” She said. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat had Wendy looking up toward the door. Evan Banks stood there, an indecipherable expression on his face. 

“Camille,” he said. “Would you leave me and Wendy for a moment?” he said. 

“Of course,” Camille murmured as she hurried away.

Tears burned Wendy's eyes. She was holding on by a sheer thread.

“Want to talk about it?” Evan asked her. 

It was that question that did it for Wendy. If he’d been angry or if he’d been indifferent, she could have handled it, but the simply worded request broke her down. Her shoulders shook, and she lowered her head as a sob welled from her throat. It appalled