All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​POV: Evelyn​The clock on the mantel ticked toward two in the morning, and the tea in my cup had long since gone cold, leaving a bitter film against the porcelain. Arthur had never been this late without calling, not once in the three years we had been married, so I stayed on the sofa with my eyes fixed on the darkened driveway visible through the window. The silence of the house was heavy, only broken by the sharp, rhythmic tapping of heels coming down the hallway.​"Still sitting here like a loyal dog, I see," Rebecca said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her designer silk robe.​I didn't turn around to look at her, but I could hear the smirk in her voice as I replied, "Arthur isn't home yet, so I thought I’d wait up to make sure he’s alright."​"He’s a grown man, Evelyn, not a toddler who needs his hand held, but since you’re already making yourself useful as the unpaid night watchman, you can go to the kitchen and make me those lemon tarts I like," she dem

POV: EvelynMorning,The hospital smell was still clinging to my clothes as I pushed open the heavy front doors of the Hayes mansion, and my hand was trembling so much that I had to shove it into my coat pocket to hide the crinkled ultrasound report that the doctor had handed me only an hour ago. I walked through the foyer like a ghost, my mind spinning with the news that I was six weeks pregnant, and it didn't make any sense because Arthur had always been so careful to make sure we never had a child together, often reminding me that he wasn't ready for that kind of tie to me.​I sat down at the edge of the dining table and stared at the empty chair where he usually sat, wondering how a person’s life could flip upside down in a single afternoon, and I was still trying to find the right words to tell him when I heard his car pull into the driveway. He came through the door a few minutes later, looking stressed and checking his phone as usual, and he barely glanced in my direction before

POV: EvelynThe afternoon air felt thick as I stood by the road with my bag held tightly in my hand, and even though people were walking past me and cars kept moving like nothing was wrong, I couldn’t shake the strange feeling sitting in my chest, a quiet discomfort that refused to go away no matter how much I tried to ignore it.I told myself it was just stress from everything that had happened today, the divorce, the café, the way Rebecca and Samantha had spoken to me like I was nothing, but the feeling didn’t fade, and instead it slowly grew stronger until I could no longer pretend that it wasn’t there.My eyes moved across the street without thinking, and that was when I saw it again, the same black car parked just across from where I stood but something about it felt off, something about the way it hadn’t moved since I first noticed it made my chest tighten slightly.I frowned and looked away quickly, not wanting to make it obvious that I had noticed anything, but my heart had al

POV: EvelynI picked it up and stepped out into the hallway, my steps steady as I walked toward the staircase, and instead of going straight down, I turned toward the back of the house, heading for the garden.I didn’t know why.Maybe because I didn’t want my last memory of this place to be inside those walls.The air outside was still, and the garden looked exactly the same as it always had, quiet and carefully maintained, nothing out of place, nothing that suggested anything was about to happen.I walked down the stone path slowly, my hand brushing lightly against the side of the suitcase as I moved toward the steps, and I had barely reached the middle when I heard footsteps behind me.“When are you already?”I stopped because I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Rebecca’s voice carried the same tone it always did, sharp and mocking, and when I did turn, she was standing there with Samantha beside her, both of them watching me like this was something they had been waitin

POV: EvelynMorning came, and I didn’t waste time lying in bed thinking about anything that had already been decided. I got up, washed, and dressed in something simple. My suitcase was already packed and waiting by the door, and I picked it up without hesitation, taking one last look around the room, not because I would miss it, but because I wanted to be sure I wasn’t leaving anything behind that I would need.There was nothing.I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me, then walked down the stairs at a steady pace, my expression calm, my mind clear. The house was quiet, and that worked in my favor. When I reached the foyer, I placed the suitcase down and took the keys out of my bag, setting them neatly on the table beside the door. I didn’t leave a note or anything in case Arthur decided to track me down, because there was nothing left to say that hadn’t already been made clear.I picked up the suitcase again and walked out of the house. The air outside felt coo