Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Afternoon light streamed through the large glass panels of Julian’s company lobby.Evelyn stood there, dressed in an elegant grey suit, her hands gripping a proposal document she had drafted the night before. She stared at her reflection in the glass wall—a calm face, with eyes that held layers of emotion.It had been years since she last set foot in this building.But her steps remained steady.“Good afternoon, Ms. Evelyn,” said the receptionist stiffly, clearly nervous at the sight of her.“I’d like to see Julian,” Evelyn replied. “No appointment. Just tell him… it’s about saving something.”In the tenth-floor meeting room, Julian stood with both hands in his trouser pockets, his tall figure leaning casually against the wall as Evelyn walked in. His gaze was cold, almost sharp—but his expression softened the moment he saw who it was.“Evelyn,” he said quietly, as if checking she wasn’t just a memory.“Julian.” Evelyn took a seat without being asked. “I heard about your company’s fin

Evelyn’s steps halted in front of the glass meeting room as her eyes caught the figure of Julian inside. He stood with his back to the door, speaking to a young woman in a soft pastel pink dress. His expression was serious, and the woman’s hand occasionally touched his arm—almost as if trying to convince him of something.Evelyn’s heartbeat suddenly faltered. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but her body wouldn’t move.The woman’s face was familiar. Long wavy hair, a gentle voice… Evelyn remembered. She was Livia’s younger sister—the same Livia who once cracked the first fracture in their marriage.Evelyn bit her lower lip. She wanted to walk in and ask. She wanted to laugh bitterly at how quickly things could repeat.But she just stood there, holding her breath, suppressing a jealousy that pierced silently.Moments later, Julian turned and saw Evelyn standing at the doorway.Their eyes met. His gaze shifted—surprised at first, then softened.“Evelyn,” he said as he approached her.The

The chandelier sparkled overhead in the grand ballroom of the five-star hotel, while elegantly dressed guests moved gracefully in their finest evening gowns. Journalists’ cameras and influencer phones never stopped flashing, capturing every step of the VIPs attending the annual charity auction—an event that was less about generosity, and more a spectacle of power and status.Evelyn entered, arm in arm with William.Her black satin gown, simple yet sophisticated, hugged her frame in a way that instantly drew attention. Her hair was neatly pinned up, with only a pair of small earrings hanging from her ears—elegant without being ostentatious. Beside her, William looked composed in a classic black tuxedo, but his gaze was fixed solely on Evelyn.Whispers began to stir.The pair looked too perfect.Too… striking.And among the crowd, someone watched them with burning eyes.Selena.Clad in a fiery red gown and holding onto the arm of a young, up-and-coming tech entrepreneur, she wore a triu

The auction resumed after the earlier tension had begun to settle. But the atmosphere remained strained—like a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any moment. Laughter was scattered and awkward, and whispers still buzzed as guests discussed the verbal duel between Evelyn and Selena.But the fragile peace didn’t last long.Selena, sitting stiffly with her jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in quiet fury, suddenly stood again. This time, there was no polite smile. The crimson gown she wore no longer radiated elegance—but rage.“How amusing, Evelyn,” she said loudly. “You speak of dignity as if you actually possess it.”Evelyn, still seated, looked at her without emotion. William, beside her, was alert but didn’t interfere.Selena strode into the center of the room, ignoring organizers who gently tried to calm her. Her eyes locked directly onto Evelyn.“Have you forgotten who you used to be?” she said sharply. “The woman who nearly sold herself into a contract marriage with an ag

The ballroom lights shimmered across the glittering gowns and clinking crystal glasses that filled the room that night. The atmosphere of the charity auction had finally settled after the firestorm of drama in the previous days. Guests were smiling again, exchanging light conversation as if the night were solely about art and generosity. But everyone knew who stood as the brightest star among them.Evelyn’s name was mentioned repeatedly by the host as she raised her paddle and won several of the night’s most prized artworks. Local artists whose works were auctioned appeared deeply moved. Some even approached her personally to offer their thanks.“Thank you, Ms. Evelyn… this painting means everything to me,” said a young painter, his eyes misty.Evelyn clasped his hands warmly. “I’m not the one who deserves the praise. The world simply needs more eyes willing to see the beauty that’s long been hidden.”Standing not far behind, William watched how Evelyn touched lives—not just with her