He Called Me Boring in French Chapter 06

He Called Me Boring in French Chapter 6

You Shouldn’t Have Come 

Evelyn’s POV 

Marcus stumbles over another exposed root, barely catching himself on a moss–covered tree trunk. His shirt sticks to his back, drenched in sweat. Three days in this jungle. Three days of hell. 

The guide ahead hacks through vines with his machete. He glances back, face unreadable. 

“Mr. Kane, you sure about this? Station’s another six hours out. We should head back before dark.” 

Marcus wipes blood and sweat from his face. His watch is cracked, caked with mud. His shoes are destroyed. 

“Keep going. I didn’t fly all the way here to turn ground.” 

“Sir, jungle at night is no joke. Even for people who know what they’re doing.” 

I said keep going!” 

His voice echoes through the trees. Birds scatter verhead, The guide shrugs, keeps walking, 

Marcus forces his legs to move, Everything hurts. Mosquitoes swarm his head. He stopped swatting them hours ago. 

Three days. Three fucking days. But Torres said the camp is near the river bend. I’ll find her. Make her listen. She has to. 

Water sounds grow louder. Through the trees, smoke rises in the distance. The research camp. 

He pushes through the last wall of vegetation. The camp appears before him. Weather–beaten tents, research equipment scattered around, people gathered by a fire. 

His eyes scan the faces in the firelight. 

Then he sees her. 

Khaki work clothes. Hair in a simple ponytail. Skin tanned golden. No jewelry. No makeup. Nothing left of the polished Mrs. Kane who worked Manhattan galas. 

She’s laughing. Really laughing. The sound carries across the clearing, genuine and free. 

A man sits beside her, adding soup to her bowl. She thanks him without looking up. Natural. Easy. Like they’ve done this a thousand times. 

When did I last see her smile like that? Never. Not once n seven years. 

Something breaks inside him. Not heartbreak. Rage, 

I’m mid–laugh when I feel it. That weight in the air, The temperature drop when he enters a room, 

I turn my head slowly, There he is. 

My laughter stops. My hand freezes on the spoon. But I don’t look surprised. I knew he’d come eventually. 

“You shouldn’t have come, Marcus.” 

My voice comes out calm. Almost cold. 

Marcus rushes forward, stumbling over supplies near the fire. 

“Evelyn! We need to talk. Right now. Alone.” 

Other researchers stand up. Dr. Foster moves closer to me. James rises from his seat, stepping between us. His body language stays calm but he’s clearly blocking. 

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. You need to leave.” 

Marcus shoves James’s shoulder hard. 

“Get out of my way. This is between me and my wife.” 

James pushes back harder. 

She’s not your wife anymore. She filed two weeks ago.” 

Marcus swings first. Wild and desperate. His fist meet air as James sidesteps, countering with a solid punch 

to Marcus’s jaw. 

They hit the ground hard, grappling in the dirt. Researchers rush forward to pull them apart. Marcus’s shirt tears. Blood streams from his split lip. 

I should feel something watching them fight over me. Fear. Worry. Anything. 

But all I feel is tired. So tired of Marcus’s drama. 

“Stop. Both of you. Now.” 

My voice cuts through the noise. 

I stand and walk between them. Look at James. 

“Jim, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” 

James hesitates, jaw tight. Dr. Foster touches my arm. 

“Evelyn, you don’t have to do this.” 

*shake my head. 

“I’ve got this.” 

I lead Marcus away from camp, toward the river’s edge. Water rushes past, dark and cold in the fading light. Behind us, the campfire grows distant. 

He drops to his knees in the mud. Right there. Marcus Kane, kneeling in the Amazon like a beggar. 

“Evelyn, please. I was wrong. I was so wrong about everything. Come home. I’ll fire Sienna. I’ll change. I’l do anything.” 

I crouch down, meet his eyes. 

“Remember what you said at the Met? That I was an interesting challenge that got boring?” 

“I didn’t mean it! I was drunk, showing off.” 

“You were honest. For once in months, maybe years, you told the truth.” 

He grabs my hands.. 

“No! I love you. I’ve always loved you. From the 

moment I saw you at Columbia.” 

I pull my hands away. 

“You loved conquering me. Having me as your perfect trophy wife. But you never loved me. The real me.” 

“That’s bullshit! I gave you everything! The house, the jewelry, everything!” 

I stand up. 

“Everything except honesty. Respect. Fidelity.” 

Look at him. Marcus Kane on his knees in the mud. 

Once upon a time, this would have destroyed me. Now? Nothing. I feel absolutely nothing. 

Marcus, I spent three years trying to be perfect for you. Perfect wife. Perfect hostess. Perfect trophy on 

our arm. I gave up Goldman. I gave up my career, my body, my dreams.” 

He’s still on his knees. 

“And I was an idiot! But I can change! I’ll prove it.” 

“You know what I learned these past two months out here?” 

He looks up. 

“What?” 

“I don’t need to be perfect. I don’t need to be exciting 

or challenging or whatever you wanted. I just need to be free.” 

Marcus stands, grabs my shoulders. 

“What about us? Seven years, Evelyn! Seven years mean nothing?” 

I remove his hands calmly. 

Seven years of me loving you. At least fourteen 

months of you screwing someone else while I recovered from losing our baby. The math doesn’t work in your favor.” 

“Please. Just one more chance. One chance to be the 

deserve.” man you look directly into his eyes. 

“I don’t need you to be anything, Marcus. That’s the point. I don’t need you at all anymore.” 

turn toward the campfire. The golden light. The laughter. The life I’m building without him, 

“Go home. Sign the papers. Let me go.” 

I walk away. Don’t look back. Not even once. 

James stands as I approach. He searches my face, checking if I’m okay. I give him a small, genuine smile. He gently takes my hand. I don’t pull away. We walk back to the fire together. 

Marcus watches from the shadows. Sees the way James 

touches her. Careful. Respectful. The way she leans into him. Trusting. Natural. 

The she used to be with him, seven years ago, way before he destroyed it all. 

She’s already moved on. Fuck. She’s swimming away while I’m still drowning. 

Dr. Foster appears beside him, arms crossed. 

“There’s a supply helicopter coming tomorrow morning. Six AM sharp. Be on it.” 

Marcus doesn’t look at her. 

“I can make her change her mind. I just need more time.” 

Mr. Kane, she already changed her mind. Months ago. You just haven’t accepted it yet.” 

Marcus stands alone in the darkness, watching the campfire glow. Watching Evelyn laugh with people who know her. Really know her. Not the perfect mask she wore for him.