บททั้งหมดของ Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

JULIANThe driver dropped me off outside her building a while later, and I stood there on the sidewalk for a long moment, staring up at her window. The light was off, and everything around the building was quiet, almost too quiet after the noise of the club. I took a few steps toward the entrance, my hand actually reaching for the door, before something stopped me cold.I stood there with my hand hovering near the door, imagining the look on Evelyn’s face if she opened it and found me standing there drunk in the middle of the night. I didn’t even know what I expected from her. Maybe I wanted her to forgive me, or maybe I just wanted to see her, even if she didn’t say a word to me. But deep down, I knew showing up like this wasn’t going to fix anything.I dropped my hand and stepped back, shame settling heavier in my chest than the alcohol ever could. Gerald had told me to think about what I’d done, and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I looked up at her dark window one l

EVELYNSilence settled between us after I asked the question, and almost immediately, I regretted it. His expression had shifted, something guarded flickering behind his eyes, and I wondered if I’d just stepped somewhere he didn’t want me to go.“Never mind," I said quickly, waving a hand as if I could physically brush the question away. “You don’t have to answer that.”“No,” he said, stopping me before I could retreat any further. “It’s fine.”He was quiet for a moment before speaking. "Most women who’ve shown interest in me over the years have been drawn to what I can offer them—the money, the name, the lifestyle that comes with it. They weren’t particularly interested in me as a person. I stopped bothering with any of them a long time ago.” He paused, his gaze drifting somewhere distant for a second. “There’s someone I’ve recently found myself interested in. But I can’t be with her yet. I don’t even know if being with her is actually possible.”Something in his voice caught my atte

EVELYNI woke up groggy, my whole body feeling heavy as I slowly sat up in bed. I’d gotten a few hours of sleep, but I still felt like I hadn’t rested at all. Every time I tried to clear my mind, my thoughts went straight back to the elevator. Viktor’s voice, the way he’d moved closer, and those few seconds before the security guard appeared kept replaying in my head. I sighed and pushed the blanket aside. I couldn’t spend the whole morning thinking about it. I had to get up and get on with my day. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled toward the kitchen, where Paige was already up, moving around with a mug of tea in one hand and humming something under her breath. She glanced up the moment I walked in, and whatever tune she’d been humming died instantly on her lips. “Okay, spill,” she said, setting her mug down and turning to face me. “You came in last night looking like you’d seen a ghost, and I was too tired to interrogate you properly. But you’re awake now, so talk.” I sank

JULIANI stretched my hand across the bed, expecting to feel her warmth beside me, expecting the softness of her hair brushing against my fingers the way it had last night. My hand met nothing but cold, empty sheets.My eyes snapped open immediately. “Evelyn?”Silence answered me.I sat up quickly, scanning the room. The space beside me was untouched, the blanket still neatly tucked where it had been before I fell asleep. Had it actually been a dream? It had felt so real—her hands in my hair, her voice soft against my ear, telling me everything would be okay and I should sleep.I threw the blanket off and rushed downstairs, some desperate, foolish part of me still convinced I might find her in the kitchen, maybe making breakfast the way she used to back when things between us were good. I could already hear faint sounds coming from that direction, and my chest tightened with something close to hope as I hurried toward it, a smile already forming on my face.The smile died the second I

EVELYN The excitement of my victory faded instantly into nervous anticipation as I followed Mrs. Brown out of the department toward Viktor’s office, my mind racing through every possible thing they might have uncovered. Just minutes ago, I’d been laughing on the phone with Paige, happy that I’d finally won something entirely on my own merit. Now, that same excitement had curdled into something tighter, more anxious, twisting low in my stomach with every step down the hallway. When we arrived, a young man in a dark hoodie stood near the window, his arms crossed as he watched the street below. He had the kind of casual detachment that told me he’d probably seen far messier situations than this one. I guessed he was the computer expert Mrs. Brown had mentioned earlier, brought in to handle whatever technical recovery this whole mess required. Viktor sat behind his desk, his expression grim, a laptop open in front of him. He looked up as we entered and gestured toward the two chairs