One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin

Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us. “A secretary, a tennis coach, a nurse, a flight attendant, a college girl… This asshole’s cheating résumé is basically a job fair. What, did Sebastian grow his dick where his brain’s supposed to be?” “You wanna know how long I’ve known?” I asked. “How long?” “Three months.” I stared at the sunlight dancing across the pool and clenched my teeth. “And how long has he been cheating?” “No idea. Three months? A year? Two?” I gave a dry laugh. “Honestly, he might’ve been doing it before we even got marri

Evelyn's POVI’m pretty sure his brain took a swim in Lake Como. Otherwise why on earth would he suddenly want to sleep with me again?I still remember that ridiculous line of his—— “I don’t do easy.”Well, if you don’t want me, I don’t want you either. Same rule I’ve got for Sebastian—I’m not turning back for any man. Ever.He clearly didn’t expect such a clean rejection. One eyebrow lifted, like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head.“If I remember right,” he said slowly, “you wanted to sleep with me yesterday.”“Tomorrow is another day, you know.” I shrugged. “People change their minds. Besides, I did give you a chance. You just… didn’t deliver.”I let out a little snort.He looked briefly choked, then laughed anyway. “You’re the first woman who’s ever rejected me.”“Everyone has a first time,” I said, batting my lashes. “Don’t tell me you’re only learning that today.”I turned and started to walk away.Two steps. That’s all I got before his hand caught my wr

Evelyn's POVWhen I got home, I tossed Sebastian’s latest “cheating compensation”—a brand-new Louis Vuitton Capucines BB—straight into my bag cabinet.The moment I let go—I froze.What used to be one neat row… had somehow turned into an entire wall. A full-blown luxury forest. Every color. Every style. Perfectly arranged. Like a silent confession.Evelyn, I cheated. Evelyn, I did it again. And again.Any other woman might’ve laughed like she’d hit the jackpot. I just felt… suffocated. These weren’t romantic. They were evidence. The most expensive, most excessive, most frequent apologies of my marriage.My lips twitched, something bitter rising in my chest.I always thought I was open-minded. Emotionally strong. Not the jealous type.But when your husband’s “sorry” fills an entire wall?Even God would probably take one look and go—okay, that’s a bit much.Alright.You can be sad.Just not for long.I’m going to live like myself again— beautiful, radiant… and just a little vengeful.I

Evelyn's POVPlease. At this point, I’d like to order a custom, diamond-studded coffin and climb right in.“Don’t you remember?” Sebastian slid an arm around my waist, pulling me neatly into his chest like we were the picture of a perfect couple.He leaned in close, voice soft against my ear—half teasing, half possessive.“He was at our wedding. You seriously don’t remember at all?”Before I could even process that—The temperature around us dropped.I didn’t need to turn to know.Julian.That look—sharp, cold, unmistakably annoyed. His gaze flicked to Sebastian’s hand on my waist, brows pulling together just slightly, like that alone was offensive.Wait.What exactly was he annoyed about?That I didn’t remember him?Our wedding had been packed. Not just guests—names. The kind of people who said things like “family office,” “trust fund,” and “foundation” before they even finished shaking your hand.I’d spent the entire day spinning through it like I’d been thrown into a human-sized ov

Evelyn's POVHonestly, I hate this.Watching my husband leave.Following him.Catching him cheat.Over and over.Maybe—just maybe—I’m still holding onto one ridiculous hope.That someday, just once…I’m wrong.He stepped into the elevator.I remembered Ellery and Julian’s room was on the ninth floor. So I rushed for the stairs—faster than waiting for the elevator anyway.The moment I turned into the hallway, I saw him from a distance—Sebastian. Standing right outside Ellery’s door.Of course.He knocked.The door opened almost instantly.And the next second—like two magnets snapping together—they crashed into each other. Bodies pressed tight, lips colliding hard, desperate like they’d been starving for it for years. Their breaths tangled together, hot and fast.“I thought you weren’t coming tonight,” Ellery murmured, voice rough, still catching her breath.“Figured Julian might ignore you,” Sebastian said, already pulling her in by the waist. His grip was urgent, but controlled. “Don