All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Evelyn’s POVHis mouth crashed back onto mine.This kiss was hungrier than the last. Tongues tangled immediately, no preamble, no teasing. Just raw need. I tasted myself on his lips from where he had licked and sucked at my skin earlier, and the thought made heat flood my core all over again.He kissed me like he wanted to devour me whole.One hand stayed tangled in my hair, holding my head exactly where he wanted it, while the other slid down my bare stomach, fingers splaying wide over my skin before dipping beneath the waistband of my pant.I lifted my hips without thinking.He took the invitation.Fingers hooked into the thin lace of my panties and tugged them down in one smooth motion. The fabric dragged along my thighs, past my knees, then disappeared somewhere on the floor. Cool air hit the slick heat between my legs and I shivered.Damien broke the kiss just long enough to look down at me sprawled across his desk, breasts still flushed and swollen from his earlier attention, th

Evelyn’s POVI was still asleep on Damien’s bed when my phone started ringing.At first, I tried to ignore it, turning slightly under the covers, my body still heavy from the night before. But the ringing didn’t stop. It kept going, sharp and insistent, dragging me out of sleep.I reached for it blindly.“Sophie?” I muttered, my voice rough.“Evelyn, where are you?” her voice came in fast, strained.That alone was enough to wake me fully.“At home… what is it?”“Aveillie is in the hospital.”Everything in me went still.“What?” I sat up instantly, my heart slamming hard against my chest.“She has a high fever. I brought her in early this morning. Just come, okay?”“I’m coming.”I didn’t even remember how I got dressed.The drive to the hospital was a blur. My hands shook on the steering wheel, my thoughts racing too fast to catch.

Damien’s POV I was in the office with Charles when my phone buzzed, and I picked it up absentmindedly, not expecting anything that could shift my entire day, my sense of everything. When I saw Micah’s name, I almost ignored it, but something made me open it anyway. The first thing that came up was a picture, and for a second, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. It was Evelyn. My Evelyn. Standing beside a hospital bed. And on that bed… was a child. I frowned, my mind trying to rearrange the image into something that made sense, that fit into the version of my life I thought I understood. But before I could settle on anything, another message came in. A video. I pressed play. “Mummy…” That one word didn’t just enter my ears, it settled somewhere deeper, somewhere I couldn’t ignore. I watched the video like a man waiting for it to change halfway through, like maybe it would turn into something else i

Evelyn’s POV “Evelyn, what exactly is wrong with you?” Sophia’s voice came sharp the moment she shut the door to Aveillie’s room, careful enough not to wake her, but not careful enough to hide her anger. I leaned against the wall for a second before pushing myself toward the couch, already tired of a fight I knew I couldn’t avoid. “Can you lower your voice?” I said, glancing toward the hallway. “You’ll wake her up.” “Oh, now you care?” she snapped immediately, turning to face me fully. “Because if you really did, you wouldn’t be here right now. Do you even realize that child is the one paying for all this? On your birthday, Evelyn. Your birthday. She didn’t get to celebrate with you because you were not there. And the one thing she asked you for… the one simple thing… you couldn’t even give her that.” I sat down slowly, my body sinking into the couch like it suddenly weighed more than it should.

Charles’ POV The look on her face when I told her she would be working under me stayed in my head longer than it should have. Shock, disbelief, a quiet kind of dread she tried to hide behind composure. For a second, I almost laughed it off, almost told her it was a mistake, but I knew Damien too well for that. He did nothing without a reason. Assigning her to me was not coincidence, it was strategy, and knowing him, it was probably meant to drag me into something I had been carefully avoiding, actual responsibility. By the time I got to his office, that thought was already forming into irritation. I pushed the door open without knocking, the way I always did, ready to throw a comment that would annoy him just enough to get a reaction. “So, this is the trick now? Assigning people to me so I can finally start working like a responsible shareholder?” I said as I walked in, but the rest of the words died in my throat the moment I really looked at him.