Todos os capítulos de Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

EVELYNMy eyes opened slowly, and the first thing that hit me was a bright, harsh light directly above me, sharp enough to make me squint and turn my head away before I could even begin to focus on anything else. Everything felt heavy. My body ached in places I couldn’t fully identify yet, and for a moment, I just lay there, disoriented, trying to piece together where I actually was.I tried to sit up, and pain immediately shot through my leg and side, sharp enough to pull a small, involuntary yelp out of me before I could stop it.“Easy, baby.”The voice registered a second before the hand did, someone gently pressing against my shoulder to keep me from moving any further. I turned my head, blinking against the lingering brightness, and found Julian sitting close beside the bed, his expression tight with concern.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice hoarse, barely sounding like my own. “Where am I?”“You’re at the hospital,” he said, his hand still resting lightly near my sho

KAYDA I walked into the office that morning feeling lighter than I had in weeks, practically humming under my breath as I made my way toward my desk. I greeted everyone I passed with a smile, even stopping to return a few greetings I would normally have ignored on a normal day. A couple of my coworkers looked at me strangely, probably because I rarely came into the office in such a cheerful mood. I didn’t care. For once, I had every reason to be in a good mood. Tomorrow was the deadline for the Riverside proposal, and as far as I knew, Evelyn was still recovering at home, nowhere near ready to finish whatever drawings she’d started before her accident. If she wasn’t here to submit anything, the decision practically made itself. My proposal would be the only real option left standing, and after everything I’d been through these past few weeks, the humiliation, the withheld pay, and the public apology I’d been forced to write, I finally felt like things were turning back in my favor

EVELYNIt was finally the day. The day Kayda and I would present our proposals, and the company would choose one to move forward with for the client.I’d barely slept the night before, running through every measurement, floor plan, and design detail in my head, determined to walk into that room fully prepared. I’d even opened the project file one last time before leaving my apartment that morning, to make sure everything was exactly where it needed to be.Everything had been there, complete and ready, just as I’d left it the night before.We settled into the conference room. Kayda, Mrs. Brown, a handful of other executives, and I took our seats around the long table. Kayda glanced over at me from across the room and mouthed, Good luck, a small, tight smile accompanying the gesture.Good luck? From her?I blinked, caught off guard. Ever since yesterday, she’d been acting strange, oddly friendly in a way that didn’t match the tension that usually existed between us.I nodded politely, t

VIKTORThe screen in front of me showed Mr. Chen’s face clearly as he reviewed the revised steel contract. I leaned forward slightly, trying to stay focused, though my mind kept slipping back toward everything that had happened earlier that day.“So if we push the steel delivery back by two weeks,” Mr. Chen said, his voice slightly delayed through the speakers, “we can still keep the tower’s foundation work on schedule without affecting the overall project budget. Does that work on your end, Mr. Sullivan?”“Can you repeat the adjusted budget figure?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up straighter.He paused, and I could practically hear him double-checking his notes before answering. “Two point four million, up from the original two point one, mostly due to the shipping delay penalties and the revised steel pricing.”“And that accounts for the exchange rate we discussed last week?” I asked.“It does,” he said. “Though I’ll admit, Mr. Sullivan, you seem a little distracted tonight. Is ev

JULIANThe club music was too loud, the bass thumping through the floor and up into my chest while bodies moved everywhere beneath flashing lights that did nothing to clear the fog hanging heavily over my mind. I sat in the VIP section with Gerald, an old friend who had just flown into town for business. He’d reached out earlier that afternoon, telling me he was in town and asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink. Something in me had latched onto the invitation like a lifeline. I needed to forget my problems for a while, even if it was only for one night."So, how’s married life treating you these days?” Gerald asked, glancing at me over the rim of his glass.I let out a short, humorless laugh and reached for the bottle myself. “Don’t ask.”“That bad, huh?”I didn’t answer. I simply refilled my drink while keeping my eyes on the crowd below.He watched me for a moment before frowning. “Are you all right, man? You’ve been acting weird all night, and you’re drinking way more than usu