Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

JULIAN The anger and embarrassment from earlier came rushing back, making my skin feel uncomfortably hot. I spotted a waiter walking past with a silver tray loaded with freshly filled champagne glasses. I reached out and took a flute, downing the cold, fizzy alcohol in one long swallow. Before the waiter could even step away, I reached out and grabbed a second glass, tilting my head back and emptying that one down my throat just as fast. The waiter stared at me with wide, unsettled eyes, clearly wondering what was wrong with me, but I didn’t care at all. I grabbed a third glass right off his tray, gave him a cold look, and told him to move along. I wandered toward the edge of the room, drinking more and feeling the alcohol burn its way down my empty stomach. Glass after glass followed until the bright lights of the chandeliers seemed slightly blurred around the edges and my head felt heavy. The anger inside me didn’t disappear with the alcohol; it just turned into a reckless, bitter

EVELYNI woke up slowly, blinking against the bright fluorescent light overhead, my body aching in that dull, heavy way that told me I’d landed hard on something the night before. It took me a second to remember everything that had happened the previous night: the staircase, the shove, the sickening tilt of the world before everything went dark. Paige sat in a chair beside my bed, scrolling through her phone, and her head snapped up the moment she noticed my eyes were open. “Evelyn!” She leaned forward immediately, setting her phone aside. “Thank God, you’re finally awake.” “Paige,” I whispered, my throat feeling dry and rough, like sandpaper rubbing against itself. I swallowed hard to clear my voice, trying to sit up an inch before a sharp twinge in my side forced me to stay flat. “How long have I been here?” “Just a few hours. How are you feeling?” “Sore,” I said, my voice rough. Just then, the door opened, and Viktor walked in carrying two cups of coffee, his expression shift

JULIANThen, without any warning, the memory of last night's gala crashed into my mind like a violent wave: Evelyn lying motionless at the bottom of the grand staircase, then being escorted out by the paramedics with Uncle Viktor by her side. My heart lurched violently against my ribs, and the relief in my chest vanished into cold terror. Evelyn had taken a terrible fall. She had been wheeled out of the hotel, unconscious and hurt, with Viktor hovering over her like a devoted husband while I stood by like an absolute stranger. And now, instead of being by my wife’s side at the hospital, I was in another woman’s house, the same woman who had destroyed my marriage and was the reason Evelyn didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I scrambled to my feet so fast that my head spun with dizziness, but I didn’t care about the pain anymore. “Julian? What is wrong?” Chloe asked, startled by my sudden panic as she pushed herself up from the couch, resting one hand against the arm of the s

KAYDAMy heart started pounding so hard that I was sure everyone in the room could hear it because I knew exactly how my father would react once he understood why a police officer was standing next to my bed. He had warned me after the thing with Stefan, the security man at the company who had deleted the surveillance footage of Nadia for me, that I must never bring trouble to the family again. Stefan had disappeared without a trace. I still did not know what my father had done to him, and I had been too afraid to ask, but I remembered the cold look on his face when he told me he was cleaning up my mess for the last time. Now I was lying in a hospital bed with the police in front of me, and I had done the very thing he had ordered me never to do. My mother reached me first, almost running across the room, and took my hand in both of hers as her eyes filled with tears. “Kayda, my dear, how are you feeling? Does it hurt very much? We came as fast as we could, but the traffic was t

CHLOE Julian had only been gone for a few minutes when I finally remembered my phone, which I had not touched since I woke up that morning. I had not had a single free moment because I had gotten out of bed early to make him a proper breakfast, hoping he would sit at my table and eat it like he used to before everything fell apart. He never even looked at it, and now the eggs and toast were sitting on the kitchen counter, going cold. I tried not to think about that as I dropped onto the couch and picked up my phone from the coffee table. The screen showed ten missed calls, and every one of them was from Trinity. I frowned because I had not heard the phone ring even once. Then I saw that it was on silent mode, which I must have turned on by mistake the night before. I pressed her name and called back right away, and she picked up before the first ring had even finished. “Hey, babes, I’m so sorry I missed your calls,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “My phone was on silent, and I