All Chapters of Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JULIANThe drive to Chloe's apartment felt longer than it should have. The city lights blurred past my windshield, but I barely noticed them. My hands remained locked around the steering wheel, my mind refusing to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same things all over again.The empty side of Evelyn's wardrobe. The trash bag filled with memories she no longer wanted. The divorce papers. Her signature.I had spent years believing my marriage was strong enough to survive anything. I had convinced myself Evelyn would always be there, waiting for me. That she would never leave.Now she was gone.I pulled into Chloe's apartment building, switched off the engine, and sat there for a few seconds. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel before I finally let go.I wasn't here because I wanted answers anymore. Deep down, I already knew them. I came because I wanted to hear Chloe admit what she'd done. And why.I got out of the car, took the elevator, and knocked on her door.

EVELYNTwo days had passed since I moved into my new home. For the first time in what felt like forever, my life was quiet. Not happy. Not peaceful. Just quiet.The silence still felt unfamiliar. I no longer woke up wondering whether Julian would come home that night or if another anonymous message from his mistress would destroy whatever strength I'd managed to gather. There were no expensive gifts waiting outside my bedroom. No fake smiles. No lies disguised as love.Somehow, I preferred this.That afternoon, I sat on the couch preparing for my interview on Monday when my stomach growled loudly enough to remind me I hadn't eaten since morning. Too tired to cook, I ordered food from the place down the street and went back to pretending I was focused on my laptop while I waited.When the doorbell rang, I got up and opened it without checking who it was. I figured it was the delivery driver. My smile vanished the moment I saw him.Julian.For a second, neither of us said a word. Then i

EVELYN"Come on, everyone. Dinner is ready. Let’s head to the dining table.” Grandpa’s warm voice pulled me away from Viktor’s eyes. I blinked, suddenly aware of how long we had been staring at each other. Shaking the thought away I followed the rest of the family toward the dining room. By the time we all gathered around the long dining table, the extended guests had already left. Grandpa had insisted that only the family stay behind for dinner because, according to him, no birthday celebration was complete without everyone sharing one last meal.The dining room felt much quieter now. The laughter from earlier had faded into soft conversations as servants moved around the table, placing steaming dishes in front of us. The smell of roasted meat, buttered vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the room, but I barely noticed any of it.I sat between Julian and Grandpa, keeping my attention on my plate. Every now and then, I could still feel Viktor's presence from farther down the

EVELYNI didn't sleep. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for most of the night, trying to think of a way out of the room. I checked the windows more than once, hoping I had missed something, but there was nothing.The bedroom was on the second floor. Even if I somehow managed to climb out, the fall would either kill me or leave me too badly injured to go anywhere.By the time the first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, my head was pounding. I turned toward the clock on the bedside table. Seven o'clock. Only two hours left before my interview. My heart sank.Then I heard footsteps outside the bedroom. My body tensed. An idea came to me so suddenly that I almost smiled. I quickly lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, and slowed my breathing, pretending to be asleep.A few seconds later, I heard the lock click. The door opened. I stayed perfectly still. The familiar scent of Julian's cologne drifted into the room."I knew you'd calm down," he murmured.His footsteps g

EVELYNFor a brief second, surprise flashed across her face. It disappeared so quickly that I almost thought I had imagined it. Mrs. Brown didn’t seem to notice the brief tension between us. “Kayda.” She stood immediately. “Yes, Mrs. Brown.” “Evelyn will be working under you for the time being. I want you to guide her, teach her how we do things here, and help her settle into the department.” Kayda gave her a polite smile. “No problem, Mrs. Brown.” Mrs. Brown nodded once before walking away. The moment she was out of earshot, the department became strangely quiet. I could feel every pair of eyes on me. At first, I told myself I was imagining it. Then a faint whisper reached my ears. “Isn’t that her? The one married to billionaire Julian Sullivan?” “No way.” “I’m serious. They’re always all over the news.” Another voice joined in. “So why is she working here?” I kept my eyes straight ahead, pretending not to hear any of it. My fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag