All Chapters of Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EVELYNPaige’s question hung in the air between us. I looked at her in silence. It wasn’t because I didn’t have an answer. I did. I just couldn’t believe that was where her mind had gone. I let out a quiet sigh and shook my head. “I’m not scared of seeing Julian,” I said. “That isn’t why I don’t want to go.” Paige continued watching me, like she was trying to figure out whether I was telling the truth or simply trying to convince myself. Honestly, it wasn’t a ridiculous question. Mira and Julian had been friends for years, and their families had known each other long before I came into the picture. I had actually met Julian through Mira during our freshman year after she’d invited him to one of her birthday parties. There was every chance he would be there tonight. Even so, Julian wasn’t what had kept me curled up in bed all day. I met Paige’s eyes. “I’m not going to pretend I’ve forgotten him overnight. That would be a lie.” I took a moment to sort through the mess of emotions

EVELYNPaige’s eyes stayed wide for a second longer after I confirmed that the tie was for Uncle Viktor. I reminded her that Viktor had quietly paid for my mother’s surgery weeks ago. Her expression softened as the pieces clicked into place, but the skeptical smile tugging at her lips told me she still wasn’t completely buying it. “So you’re telling me,” she said, tapping the shopping bag with one finger, “that you bought an expensive silk tie for your soon-to-be ex-husband’s uncle just to say thank you?” “Yes,” I said. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” “Okay.” She lifted both hands in surrender, but the smirk never left her face. “If you say so.” I rolled my eyes and pushed her lightly toward the car, and she laughed the whole way to the parking lot, still teasing me under her breath. When we arrived, the mansion looked stunning. Warm golden light spilled from every window, making the whole property glow against the dark sky. Luxury cars lined the long driveway, each one lo

EVELYN Her breathing grew heavier, quick little pulls of air through her nose. “You think you’re the chosen one just because he refused to sign those damn papers.” She laughed wickedly. “You think he’ll choose you fully.” “I don’t.” I kept my voice level, almost gentle, because I knew that would hurt her more than shouting ever could. “I know he already had that chance.” I held her gaze without blinking. “And he threw it away the moment he started having an affair with you.” I let those words settle between us before I continued. I wanted her to feel every second of them. “The difference between us,” I said, “is that I walked away.” I looked briefly at the hand resting on her stomach before meeting her eyes again. “You’re still here. Still waiting for him to choose you completely. Still needing to corner his wife at a party just to prove to yourself that you actually matter to him.” “Shut up.” Her voice trembled, and I watched her knuckles whiten around the fabric of her gown.

EVELYNJulian didn’t say anything. He just sat there on the edge of my bed, watching me with those eyes that used to make me feel safe and now only made my stomach turn. My hands were shaking as I pulled the blanket tighter around my body, as if it could somehow protect me from him.“How did you get in here?” I asked again, my voice louder this time. “Julian, I’m asking you a question. How did you get into my house?”“I have a key, Evelyn. I own this building.” He finally spoke, and his tone was calm, almost too calm for someone who had just broken into my home in the middle of the night.I stared at him, certain I had misheard him. “You own this building? What are you talking about?”“I bought it,” he said, as if he were telling me something completely normal. “It was a good investment.”Something cold settled in my chest. I had moved into this apartment to get away from him, to have one place in the world that was mine and mine alone, and now I was finding out that even that had bee

JULIAN I ran after her the second she disappeared through the front door, but by the time I got outside, the street was empty and dark, and there was no sign of her anywhere. I called her name a few times, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake up the whole building, but nothing came back except silence. I walked up and down the block for a while, checking behind parked cars and near the corner store that was already closed for the night, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. After almost twenty minutes of searching with no luck, I finally gave up and decided the smartest thing to do was head back to her apartment and wait, since she had to come back eventually. It was her home, after all, and she didn’t have anywhere else to go this late at night. The walk back felt longer than it should have, and that was when everything I had just done started catching up with me. Was I too forceful with her? I kept replaying the way she had twisted away from me, the way her voice cra