Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Evelyn's POVFor a second, I said nothing, because I could finally see it—clearly, cleanly, without emotion distorting it.This was how he thought.This was how he justified everything.To him, he hadn’t betrayed me—he had simply done what men like him were allowed to do, while still keeping me in place, still providing, still choosing not to discard me.And somehow, in his mind, that counted as love.It almost made me laugh.“You really don’t understand, do you?” I said softly, shaking my head, not in anger this time, but in something colder. “You think this is about money, or status, or what kind of life you’ve given me… but it never was.”I paused, just long enough for him to look at me.Then I finished—“I’m not satisfied with you. Not in any way.”The silence that followed felt heavier than anything we had said.And then, because I knew exactly where to strike—“I cheated too.”The words landed quietly, but the effect was immediate.“No.” His response came too fast, too certain,

Evelyn's POVMaybe he noticed how exhausted I looked, or maybe he simply didn’t care for unnecessary conversation, but the silence between us settled naturally, almost deliberately—like he had given me a small, temporary space where I didn’t have to perform, explain, or even think.And for once, I was grateful for that.By the time we reached the hospital, it was already past eleven.I got out of the car, thanked him again, and pulled my suitcase toward the inpatient wing, only to pass the emergency entrance where nurses rushed past with stretchers, machines beeping sharply while voices overlapped in urgency, the chaos spilling out into the night like the entire building had tipped into crisis mode.Something made me glance back.Julian was there.Not far behind me.Our eyes met briefly before he closed the distance in a few easy strides.I frowned. “Why are you following me?”“To visit someone,” he said calmly, his tone as steady as ever.And I had to admit—there was something almost

Evelyn's POVEvery time I thought Sebastian and Grace had already reached a new low, they somehow managed to push it even further, as if they were quietly competing in some twisted contest to see just how far human decency could be stripped away—and at this point, it was impossible to ignore the conclusion that, much like their sense of boundaries, their upbringing seemed to have no bottom at all.I didn’t need anyone to explain what had happened; I could piece it together almost instinctively.Sebastian must have said something—careless, self-serving, or deliberately misleading—that made Grace believe I had encouraged him to ask her for money, and somewhere in his mind, he probably thought that if he simply offered me more, I would calm down, compromise, and quietly give up the idea of divorce as if nothing had ever happened.If that was truly how he saw it, then it wasn’t just a misunderstanding—it was an insult, one that cut deeper than anything she had said on the phone.What felt

Evelyn's POVI couldn’t have been inside for more than a few minutes, but the moment I stepped out, the night air hit me hard enough to make me shiver; I instinctively pulled my coat tighter around me as the quiet of the street settled in, deeper than it had any right to be, the sky above stretching out in a vast, silent black that made the loneliness hit all at once.Maybe the biggest illusion people have about marriage is believing that once you’re married, you’ll stay together forever—that the person you chose will keep loving you, no matter what.But in the end, no one can promise what tomorrow will look like.The version of me from a few years ago—the one who said yes to that proposal with a full heart—could she have ever imagined this?The thoughts came in waves, heavy and relentless, crashing against my chest until it felt impossible to breathe.There are over eight billion people in this world, and yet, in that moment, standing outside a convenience store on a quiet Seattle st

Evelyn's POVMaybe I was doing it wrong.I waited for the coughing to subside, forcing myself to steady my breathing, and then took another drag, but the moment the smoke hit my throat, it rebelled instantly, burning like I had swallowed fire, my body utterly confused by this sudden intrusion—unsure where to send it, how to process it, and certainly incapable of releasing it with anything resembling the quiet elegance Julian had shown.“—cough, cough—”The sound tore out of me again, harsher this time, my eyes watering uncontrollably as the irritation spread.…“—cough, cough—”…“—cough, cough—”Each wave of coughing felt like a public declaration of failure, my composure unraveling with every breath I couldn’t control, tears spilling freely down my cheeks as I stood there, painfully aware that I must look completely ridiculous—though in that moment, embarrassment was the least of my concerns.Julian didn’t interrupt.He didn’t offer advice, didn’t reach out, didn’t even comment.He