All Chapters of THE WIFE HE NEVER HAD, NOW HE REGRETS IT: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

OliverHearing those words pissed me off, but before I could interfere, Evelyn spoke up.“This is my boyfriend, Oliver,” she corrected. “If you're not going to let us come in, then say so. Let's not waste each other's time.”Without saying another word, her father stepped aside as we brushed past him, entering inside. The lined-up servants bowed before Evelyn.“Welcome home, young lady,” they chorused.“As you were,” she commanded. At those words, the servants scattered, going about their business. For the first time since I met Evelyn, it started to dawn on me that Evelyn and I were from two different backgrounds.Sinking low onto the couch, Evelyn's father sat across from us, holding eye contact without saying a word as the suffocating tension in the air lingered. Neither Evelyn nor her father looked ready to break that tension yet, so taking it upon myself, I did the honors by placing the fruit basket on the table.“I brought this for you si—”Vincent cut me off, addressing Evelyn.

OliverEntering the living room, I spotted my father waiting for me with a scowl on his face.“What's wrong, Dad?" I asked.A scoff slipped out of his lips. “How can you ask me that question? Have you seen the news? That woman you've been seeing is married, for goodness' sake! Did you know this?!“I rolled my eyes. “She's not married yet, Dad. And also, Evelyn had no idea about the marriage either.”My father staggered backward. “That's a lie. She toyed with you, and after she had her fun, scurried back into the arms of her lover. That loose woman!““That's enough, Father!“ I yelled. “Don't speak ill of Evelyn when you know nothing about her!““What else is there to know? All rich folks are the same, son. They don't care about anyone but themselves.““Just because you were gullible enough to get screwed over by one doesn't make them all shitty!“ I spat.The minute those words escaped my mouth and I watched my father's expression change, I regretted it immediately. But I refused to apo

EvelynAfter all the preparation these past few days, it was finally my wedding. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I let out a shaky breath.“Don't panic, Evelyn. Everything is going to work out just fine,” I said to myself.My door was thrown open as Vincent walked in, dressed in a black suit and a disgusting smirk plastered across his face.Placing his hands on my shoulders, he held my gaze through the mirror. “You look beautiful, Evelyn. I'm glad you came around and made the right decision.”I forced a smile through my lips. “You've always had my best interests at heart, Father.”“Indeed I have,” Vincent replied, hands dropping to his sides. “You might not be able to have Adrian, but this way, you get to be in the Hartley household like you've always wanted.”I held back a sob. “Don't speak as if you're doing me a favor, Father. This indirectly makes me Adrian's aunt, and do you really want to know how that makes me feel? Disgusting.”Father's face twisted into a disapproving

Oliver On the jet, I intertwined my finger with Evelyn's while she rested her head against my shoulder. I can't believe I had almost lost her to another man earlier. If Pete hadn't shown up...fuck, I don't even want to think about it. Suddenly, she jerked up, wide awake. “Are you alright, babe?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I'm not. I keep seeing George's face each time I close my eyes and remember his hands on my skin.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “He's no longer here, honey. We're miles away. He can't bother us here.” But I was dead wrong. George's presence followed us like a plague. As time went by, Evelyn and I fully settled down in Scotland and registered our marriage, but we were never the same again. At first, Evelyn would scream every night, saying she saw George in her dreams again. When she started flinching at my touch, we decided to visit a psychologist. “What your wife is experiencing is post-traumatic stress disorder from almost being assaulted,” the psy

CassyI stiffened as a madman shouted "honey" in my direction. That man turned out to be my employee. Was this what he meant when he asked me to play along? Shit! I was already in a bad mood, and now he pulls this crap? A little warning would have been nice. But whatever, let's just get this over with. Smiling sweetly back at Pete, I replied, “Can we take a cab home? My legs are aching.” It was nothing but an act, but for some odd reason, my heart wouldn't stop beating fast. What in the world was wrong with me?“Of course.” Flagging down a cab on the street, Pete opened the back door for me. Climbing in, I gave the driver my address. Pete and I sat in silence throughout the drive. Was I supposed to say something first? A few minutes later, the cab pulled to a stop in front of my house. “Goodnight, Mr. Pete,” I said, pulling the door handle and climbing out. Walking up the front lawn, I disappeared inside. Watching my driveway from the window, I saw the cab pull away before headi