Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Evelyn's POVPioneer Medical.How had I overlooked this?I had read her profile before. I knew her background. But I had assumed this event would only be attended by CEOs, and she was “just” a regional executive.Now I wasn’t sure if this was coincidence—or something else.“Eve, there you are—I’ve been looking everywhere for you—”Sebastian’s voice came from behind me before I had the chance to speak, but the moment he saw who we were standing with, he stopped mid-sentence.Amby gave a slow, knowing swirl of her wine glass.“Sebastian,” she said smoothly. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”They didn’t plan this?My gaze flickered between the two of them, searching for something—anything—but Sebastian only offered a polite smile, as if there were nothing beneath the surface at all.“I’m here with my wife,” he said casually, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me slightly closer to him.Then he turned to Laurel.“It’s been a while, Laurel. If you’re back from the UK, you should

Evelyn's POVBefore I could respond, a voice rose from the center of the hall, drawing the room’s attention like a spotlight snapping into place.“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced, her tone bright and effortless, “welcome to tonight’s event. I’m Fiona Mercer…”Of course she was.My body went still.Because if tonight hadn’t already been absurd enough—Fiona Mercer was Sebastian’s type.Correction.Fiona Mercer was also one of Sebastian’s affairs.At this point, the probability of running into two of his mistresses in a single evening had to be statistically lower than winning the lottery, yet here I was, apparently having beaten the odds in the worst possible way.I glanced at Sebastian.He looked surprised—genuinely so—his gaze fixed on Fiona, brows drawn slightly together.Then I followed his line of sight.And saw Julian.He stood beside her, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the cut sharp and deliberate, his posture effortless, composed, and entirely in control;

Evelyn's POVIf Fiona had intended to frame me, she had, unintentionally, done me a favor.Because after that exchange, I was no longer just another guest in the room—I had become a point of interest, a conversation worth initiating, and for the rest of the night, I found myself moving through an almost continuous stream of introductions, discussions, and negotiations, each one building incrementally upon the last.People approached me not out of obligation, but curiosity.Some out of genuine interest.Some because they had seen the video.And some, quite transparently, because they wanted to be associated with whatever momentum had just been created.I leaned into all of it.I spoke about WHR not as a charity, but as a system, as a structure, as something scalable and necessary, something that offered not only impact but alignment with emerging environmental narratives that investors increasingly cared about, and I watched as their expressions shifted—not politely engaged, but active

Evelyn's POVAn hour later—It wasn’t until I saw Laurel lying on the hospital bed, her breathing finally steady and even, that something inside me loosened, the tension that had been coiled tight in my chest for the past hour snapping all at once, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion so complete that my legs gave out beneath me and I sank into the chair beside her bed, every muscle in my body suddenly aware of just how close I had come to losing her.The doctors—and the kind woman who had stayed with me the entire time—had reassured me more than once that Laurel was stable now, that the episode had passed, that all we had to do was wait for her to wake up.I checked my phone.22:21.Eight messages from Sebastian.I didn’t even need to open them to know what they said—updates about Laurel, questions about whether I was coming back tonight, the usual mix of concern and expectation wrapped together in a way that always made it sound like he was being reasonable.I exhaled slowly before

Evelyn's POVA cold, sharp thought cut through the chaos—I need to get tested. Immediately.Because somehow—unbelievably—every single one of Sebastian’s affairs knew each other.And not only knew—but coexisted.Comfortably.Like this was routine.“Ah—!”Fiona was the first to react properly, grabbing whatever clothing she could find and covering herself as she rushed toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a sharp movement.And that, finally, snapped something back into place.“Get out!” My voice came back all at once, raw, shaking, but loud enough to cut through everything. “All of you—get out!”The room stilled.They turned.All of them.“Eve…?” Sebastian’s voice was filled with disbelief.But even then and even now, his body hadn’t stopped.It was grotesque and primal. Completely disconnected from the situation, from consequence, from me.He couldn’t even stop.“You’re still not done?” My voice trembled harder now, breath uneven, chest tight, but I forced it out anywa