Dumping My Ex For His Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

EVELYNI was propped up against the pillows in my hospital bed, trying to ignore the dull ache that seemed to live in every part of my body, when someone knocked on the door. Paige, who had been sitting beside me and peeling an orange for me, stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a frown. I had no idea who it could be because the nurse had already come for her rounds, and Uncle Viktor was not returning anytime soon. Paige shrugged at me as if to say she was just as confused as I was, so I told the person to come in.The door opened slowly, and my stomach tightened when I saw who was standing there. Julian was holding a large fruit basket in both hands. For a second, nobody said anything, and I could hear the soft beeping of the machine next to my bed.Paige jumped up from her chair so fast that the orange rolled off her lap and onto the floor. She walked straight to the door and planted herself in front of him. “What are you doing here, Julian?” she asked, her voice sharp.

CHLOE Out of everything I had imagined when I walked into that room, I never expected Julian to call Evelyn his wife while I was standing right there. That word felt like a small knife pressed against my chest. Only a few hours ago, he had been inside me, holding my hips and moaning, and now he was standing next to her bed like a loyal husband who had never done anything wrong. I had already turned toward the door, and I had every intention of leaving quietly, but something inside me refused to move another step. My hand slid into the pocket of my gown and closed around his watch, and I felt the cold metal press into my palm. I knew I was about to do something that could not be taken back, but the hurt in my chest was so loud that I could not hear any warning in my head. If he wanted to play the perfect husband who had repented in front of her, then I would make sure she knew exactly where he had been last night. She needed to know that he was still the same Julian who had been ch

JULIAN I followed the nurse out of the room without arguing because I knew that if I pushed any further, the next person to walk through that door would be a security guard, and I could not afford to be dragged down a hospital hallway like a common troublemaker. Someone might recognize me as a Sullivan, and by the afternoon, the story would be all over the news. So I kept my mouth shut and my head down. The watch was in my pocket, and I could feel its weight against my leg with every step. I kept seeing the way Chloe had held it out, so sweet and so casual, and the way her voice had sounded when she said that I had left it at her place. She had not just returned something I had forgotten, she had put it in front of my wife like a flag planted on a hill. And what hurt more than anything was Evelyn’s face when it happened. She had not shouted at me. She had not even looked surprised. She had looked at me as if I were a stranger who had wandered into the wrong room, and that calm face

EVELYN“That is a very nice speech, Kayda,” I said, and the words came out of my mouth before I had even decided to say them. “But what are you up to this time?” Kayda blinked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw something flash across her face, though it disappeared so quickly that I could not tell what it was. “I’m not up to anything,” she said quietly. “I just realized that I did something wrong, and I want to make amends. That’s all this is.” I did not believe a single word of it. I had heard her say sweet things before, and I knew how easily they could be turned into a weapon, so I kept my back straight and my eyes on her face. Then my mind drifted to the police report I had filed the morning after the gala, and a small piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Kayda had never cared about my forgiveness in all the years we had known each other, so why would she suddenly walk into my room on crutches and beg for it unless she was afraid of something? “I heard you,” I said slo

EVELYN I was about to step in and calm things down between Paige and Kayda when the door swung open, and everyone in the room turned toward it. A man who looked to be in his fifties walked in first, tall and straight-backed, with a face as cold as ice and eyes that moved over the room as if he were taking stock of everything inside it. A beautiful, mature-looking woman followed close behind him, slightly out of breath, as if she had hurried down the corridor to keep up with him. I had no idea who they were, but I felt the atmosphere in the room change the moment they entered. Kayda’s face went completely stiff. The anger she had been holding a second earlier drained away, and what replaced it looked a lot like fear. Her hands tightened around the crutches, and she took a small step back, the rubber tips scraping against the floor. Then I looked at the man again, and something clicked in my mind. His face was older now, with deep lines around his mouth, but I recognized him. I had