Chapter 231

Scarlett’s POV: I looked at him blankly. This was the first time since the divorce that Everett had voluntarily spoken to me about what happened after I left. I had never imagined Everett would regret my departure, much less that he would be consumed by unbearable grief over me. I had believed I would be the one consumed by despair, never imagining that during those two months, Everett was the one who had truly broken down. He drowned himself in alcohol and stayed up late, numbing himself with work during the day. At night, he could only fall asleep with the aid of alcohol and sleeping pills. Yet even in sleep, his dreams were filled with images of me—falling ill, passing away. He would wake from nightmares, staring at the empty room, the suffocating pain spreading and intensifying. He felt worse than death, filled with regret for what had happened. During those two months, I was gradually regaining my strength while healing—while Everett numbed himself over and over again in his momen