Semua Bab Dumping My Ex For His Uncle: Bab 81 - Bab 90

EVELYN The door opened, and Nadia walked in, her expression shifting to visible shock the moment she saw all three of us seated there. She had clearly expected to find only Viktor waiting for her, not Mrs. Brown and me as well. “Sir… you called for me,” she said, her voice already unsteady. I studied her carefully, unable to tell whether the confusion on her face was genuine or simply an act. I couldn’t tell whether she truly didn’t know what had already been uncovered and why she had been called here, or whether she was doing her best to pretend. My stomach twisted as I watched her stand there. Some small, uncomfortable part of me almost felt sorry for her because I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, but then I remembered exactly what she had cost me: the sleepless nights, the humiliation in that conference room. The sympathy quickly faded. “Sit,” Viktor said, gesturing toward the empty chair across from his desk. Once she sat, he turned the laptop toward her without an

JULIAN“That’ll be all for today. I expect to see measurable results and improved figures in the next quarterly report.”The board meeting finally came to an end. Grandfather was the first to rise from his seat, straightening his coat before heading toward the door, his walking stick echoing softly against the floor with each measured step. I stayed in my seat a moment longer, relieved the meeting had gone by without any further mention of my earlier tardiness, though the tension from this morning still sat heavily in my chest.When he reached the door, he stopped and turned back. "Julian, meet me in your office. Now.”Then he continued walking, not waiting for a response, clearly expecting me to follow without argument.My stomach dropped instantly. I quickly stood, gathered the file in front of me, and followed him out, my mind already racing through every possible reason he might want to speak with me privately.We reached my office, and he walked in ahead of me, settling into my c

VIKTORJenna had been in town for a few days now, and she had been repeatedly asking me to hang out with her, though I’d kept putting her off with work excuses. With her leaving tomorrow morning, and despite an already exhausting day dealing with the Nadia situation, I finally agreed, mostly because I knew she wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t see her before she left. “This place is owned by an old friend of mine, by the way." She said as we walked into the restaurant. "It just opened recently. It has the best food in the city, trust me.” “I trust you,” I said, glancing around the space and appreciating its quiet elegance. It was the kind of place that didn’t need to try too hard to feel impressive. Jenna had been like family to me since childhood, one of the few people who’d managed to make my otherwise rigid, controlled upbringing feel lighter and more bearable. Our families had been close, and she’d spent countless summers at our estate, dragging me away from tutors

EVELYN I was done for the day, so I clocked out of the office earlier than usual, hoping to get some rest after such a hectic day. But my mind was still turning over the news Uncle Viktor had asked Mrs. Brown to pass along earlier that day. They’d identified the security guard who’d deleted the footage, only for him to vanish overnight before anyone could question him. Something about that felt deliberate, calculated in a way that unsettled me more than I wanted to admit as I made my way toward the street, already scanning for an available taxi. I was still a few steps away from the curb when a man stepped out from near the entrance pillar, startling me enough that I nearly dropped my bag. “Evelyn? Evelyn Sullivan?” I stopped, studying him carefully. He looked to be in his forties, his clothes worn but neat, his eyes red-rimmed as though he’d been crying recently. “Yes,” I said cautiously. “Can I help you?” “I’m James, Nadia’s father,” he said, his voice trembling. “Please,

EVELYN I started scrolling through the comments, watching them appear faster than I could read them. [How could she do that to that poor man? She should be arrested immediately.] [Wait! She looks familiar. Isn’t that Julian Sullivan’s wife?] [Must be nice having enough money to think you’re untouchable.] [Pathetic excuse of a woman. Rich people like her think they can do whatever they want.] [Look at her face. No remorse at all. I don’t blame her. Being married to Julian Sullivan probably made her feel like she’s above everyone else.] Below the comments, people were replying. [Yes, I agree.] [One hundred percent right.] My throat tightened as I continued scrolling, despite every instinct telling me to stop. These people didn’t know me. They only knew me as Julian Sullivan’s wife. They didn’t know what had actually happened, and they certainly hadn’t heard the conversation that came before the video started. They had seen a few seconds of edited footage and already decided wh