บททั้งหมดของ Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

EVELYN"Ms. Sullivan, the divorce papers you requested will be ready within a week," Mr. Garrison, the divorce lawyer, said, folding his hands neatly on top of the folder as though this was just another Tuesday for him.And maybe it was. Maybe people walked into this office every day and signed away years of their lives over a polished mahogany desk.I nodded slowly. "Thank you.""We'll contact you as soon as they're ready." He offered me a practiced smile, the kind lawyers give when they're trying to be professional without getting emotionally involved.I managed one in return before rising from my chair and picking up my handbag. My fingers felt stiff around the strap. My gaze lingered on the neatly stacked documents on his desk for a moment. A few sheets of paper were all it would take to bring ten years of my marriage to an end.Then I turned and walked out without another word.The hallway outside felt longer than I remembered. Every step echoed against the polished marble floor,

EVELYN The next morning came far too quickly. I barely remembered falling asleep. When I opened my eyes, sunlight streamed through the curtains, and for one brief second, everything felt normal. Then reality settled heavily on my chest. Julian. The divorce papers. The humiliating mistake I made at the hotel. I let out a quiet sigh and pushed the blanket aside. There was no point lying in bed. Life wasn't going to stop just because mine had fallen apart. After washing up and getting dressed, I stood in front of my vanity. My eyes landed on an old framed graduation photo of me. I picked it up. Back then, I believed my future would look very different. I had graduated at the top of my class. My professors couldn't stop telling me how bright my future was. Several companies had reached out with job offers before graduation, but I turned every single one down. Julian had smiled, taken my hands, and promised I'd never have to work a day in my life. At the time, it sounded like love.

EVELYN My legs finally obeyed me. Without thinking, I followed them. I wasn’t sure what I expected to find, but I couldn’t make myself turn away. I stayed several steps behind, careful not to let them notice me. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out the traffic outside the hospital. I wanted to believe there was another explanation. Maybe I had misunderstood what I’d seen. Maybe she wasn’t pregnant. Maybe she was just bloated. But deep down, I knew I was only lying to myself. They looked… happy together. Not like two people hiding an affair or guilty lovers sneaking around. They looked like a couple expecting their first child. Comfortable. Happy. Completely at peace with the future they were building together. As I watched them, an uncomfortable realization settled over me. Chloe wasn’t simply younger than me. She looked eerily like the woman Julian had fallen in love with in college. Me. The same honey-brown hair. The same bright smile. The same carefree glow I’d left beh

EVELYN I don’t remember how I got to the hospital. One moment I was standing in my bedroom with a half-packed suitcase beside me, and the next I was running through the emergency entrance with my heart pounding so hard it hurt. The bright white lights overhead blurred as I rushed toward the reception desk. “My mother,” I said, struggling to catch my breath. “Margaret Jones. I got a call saying her condition got worse.” The nurse looked up immediately. “Mrs. Sullivan. Please come with me.” I followed her almost on a run. Every terrible possibility flashed through my mind. What if I was too late? What if the last time I saw Mom was really the last time? My chest tightened until breathing became difficult. The nurse stopped outside a consultation room. Just then the door opened, and a middle-aged doctor stepped out. His expression was serious enough to make my stomach sink. “Mrs. Sullivan.” “How is my mother?” I asked immediately. “Your mother’s condition deteriorated suddenly e

EVELYNThe taxi came to a stop in front of a small building tucked away in one of the quieter neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city. For a few moments, I remained seated, staring out the window.The building wasn't impressive. The paint had faded over the years, and a few flower pots sat outside the entrance, their blooms swaying gently in the evening breeze. No grand gates or expensive cars were waiting outside.It was nothing like the Sullivan mansion.The realization should have made me feel like I'd lost everything. Instead, I found myself taking the deepest breath I'd taken in days."This is it," Paige said softly beside me. "Your new home."I smiled faintly before reaching for the door handle. The driver helped us unload my suitcases while Paige unlocked the apartment.I stepped inside.The apartment was small but clean. A simple gray couch faced a modest television stand, while a round dining table with two chairs sat beside the kitchen. There wasn't much furniture, but so