This isn't over

Evelyn’s pov ;

I waited. One day. Then two.

Hunter didn’t reply. Not a word, not even a courtesy text.

I kept telling myself he’d reach out. That I’d misread the silence, that he was just busy. But the excuses felt hollow, even to me.

Why was he silent after cheating on me? Was he ignoring me on purpose? Or was he too busy enjoying the company of my backstabbing sister? I couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

The thought of Sophia made my stomach twist. My own sister. My betrayer.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Two days of silence was enough. I grabbed my coat and drove back to the house with Vinni’s car. It was technically still my house—or was it? That question haunted me as I pulled into the driveway.

The house loomed in front of me, cold and unwelcoming. I hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the car. My palms were clammy, and my heartbeat was erratic. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear driving me forward. Maybe both.

I rang the doorbell, expecting Hunter to answer, but instead, the door swung open to reveal her.

Sophia.

Her smile was slow, lazy, and far too pleased to see me standing there.

“Evelyn,” she drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe as if she belonged there. “What a surprise.”

Her voice made my skin crawl. “What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even.

She raised an eyebrow. “Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing. But I suppose you still think this is your house, don’t you?”

“It is my house,” I snapped. “Or did you forget how ownership works?”

She chuckled, a low, condescending sound that made my blood boil. “Oh, sweet sister. Always so confident, so sure of yourself. It’s almost admirable, really, considering what a failure you’ve turned out to be.”

Her words cut deep, but I refused to show it. “And what does that make you? A homewrecker? Do you have any idea what Dad would say if he was alive to see you like this?”

Her expression hardened for a moment before she plastered that smug smile back on her face.

“Don’t bring Dad into this. He’s dead. And for what? To raise a daughter who couldn’t even keep her husband happy? If anything, he’d be proud of me. At least I know how to take what I want.”

The slap came before I even realized what I was doing. My hand stung from the impact, but the sound of it was satisfying.

Sophia gasped, her hand flying to her cheek. For a second, I thought she would slap me back, but instead, her expression crumpled. Tears welled in her eyes, and she began to cry.

“Why are you so cruel, Evelyn?” she sobbed. “We’re sisters. We’re supposed to love each other. Why can’t you just be happy for me? For us?”

“Happy for you?” I spat, crossing my arms. “You’ve done nothing but tear my life apart. You’re not my sister, Sophia. You’re a parasite. You latch onto whatever you can take, and now you’re trying to worm your way into my life. My marriage.”

“You-!”

“Enough!”

Before she could respond, I heard footsteps behind me.

A chill ran down my spine as I turned and saw him.

Hunter.

He stood at the top of the staircase, his gaze cold and unreadable as he looked down at us. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

“Hunter,” I whispered. “Why? Why the fuck did you stole my company?”

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he descended the stairs slowly, his every step measured and deliberate. When he finally reached us, he glanced at me with a look that could only be described as disgust.

“Why did you slap here?” He asked furiously.

“Hunter,” Sophia began, her voice soft and pleading. “Don’t be mad at Evelyn. She doesn’t mean any harm. She’s just upset.”

He didn’t even look at her.

“I’m not mad,” he said, his voice calm but icy. “I’m just tired of her-”

“Tired?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re tired? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past few days? The lies, the betrayal, the silence? And now this? This?”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if I were an inconvenience. “Evelyn, let’s not make this more dramatic than it needs to be.”

My jaw dropped. “Dramatic? Are you serious right now?”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of papers, holding them out to me.

“Here. Divorce papers you wanted. Let’s end this.”

The world tilted. I stared at the papers in his hand, unable to move.

“You were the one who wanted out, right? That's why you even hurt my grandmother. So, here,” he said, his tone indifferent. “I’m giving you what you want.”

I took a step back, shaking my head. “W-What about my company?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Your father came to me years ago begging to save his dying company. He told me he would come on the street,” he said, his voice low. “He needed my help. The company was failing, and he asked me to step in, and I did. Our marriage was just part of that deal. You were the trophy wife.”

My stomach churned. “So it was all a lie. Every moment we shared, every promise you made—it was all fake.”

He looked away, his silence confirming what I already knew.

“And what about Sophia?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s she to you? Another business deal?”

Hunter’s expression hardened. “Sophia and I…didn’t happen the way you think. But since you’re so determined to believe the worst, fine. I’ll marry her once this is over.”

The room spun. I staggered back, clutching the divorce papers like they were a lifeline.

“You’re marrying her?” I repeated but my voice cracked.

Sophia stepped forward, placing a hand on Hunter’s arm. “Hunter, don’t be so harsh. Evelyn’s just upset. She doesn’t mean it.”

He shook her off, his gaze cutting through her like a knife. “Stay out of this, Sophia.”

I looked between the two of them, my chest heaving with anger and heartbreak. Finally, I forced a bitter smile.

“Congratulations,” I said, my voice dripping with venom. “I hope you two are very happy together.”

I turned and walked out the door before they could see the tears streaming down my face.

Outside, the cold air hit me like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to numb the pain. I climbed into my car and gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white.

No! This isn't over.

They can't go away after hurting me.

I won't let them.