Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 170

First thing the next morning, Chloe stood by the entryway mirror applying lipstick, practically vibrating with excitement to see Evelyn.

She aggressively rushed Julian, who had no choice but to grab his keys and head out.

The car stopped outside Evelyn's apartment building. Chloe pushed the door open and started sprinting toward the entrance. After two steps, she realized there were no footsteps following her.

She spun around and saw Julian still in the driver's seat, hands draped lazily over the steering wheel, his seatbelt still fastened.

"Julian, aren't you coming in?"

"I've got work to do. Go catch up with Evelyn yourself."

Chloe grinned. This was exactly what she wanted. There were things she needed to say that would be much harder to articulate with Julian hovering around.

She slammed the car door and practically skipped into the lobby. She hit the elevator button, the massive smile never leaving her face as the doors slid shut.

The elevator stopped on the top floor. The moment the doors parted, Evelyn was already standing in the doorway. She was wearing a beige flowing loungewear dress, her hair pinned up loosely. The second she saw Chloe, a radiant, welcoming smile bloomed on her face.

"Evelyn!" Chloe tackled her into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around Evelyn's waist. "I missed you so much!"

The impact knocked Evelyn back a half-step. Once she steadied herself, she lovingly patted Chloe's head. "I missed you too, Chloe. Come on in, I got you a present."

"We really are on the same wavelength!" Chloe pulled back, shoving her own shopping bags into Evelyn's arms. "This is what I got you."

Evelyn took the bags, glancing down at the high-end packaging, her eyes curving with delight. "Thank you, Chloe. I love it."

She led Chloe inside, then turned to the coffee table to grab her own gift. "I got this for you. I figured you'd definitely need it now that you're back. I hope you like it."

Chloe's eyes barely skimmed over the presents; she didn't even bother unwrapping them. Instead, she grabbed Evelyn's hand mid-presentation, her tone urgent and burning with intensity. "I love it, I love it."

Her shy, tragic demeanor was executed flawlessly—from the angle of her bowed head to the faint blush creeping up her cheeks, every detail was a masterclass in manipulation.

Chloe grabbed her hands, squeezing them with absolute conviction. "Whenever I think about how much Julian has done for that woman over the years, all the strings he pulled, all the money he spent... it makes me sick. Everything she has should have been yours."

Evelyn looked up, her lips parting slightly before she let out a soft, defeated sigh. "Chloe, Julian and I are in the past."

"No!" Chloe squeezed her hands even tighter, her gaze fiercely serious. "You're the present, and you're the future! How could you possibly be the past?"

She paused, a fanatical determination sparking in her eyes. "Don't worry, Evelyn. I will make sure they get a divorce. You two will be getting your marriage license the exact same day they get their divorce papers."

A brief flash of triumph sparked in Evelyn's eyes, but she ruthlessly suppressed it. She lowered her gaze again, her voice wavering. "Julian still has Hazel in his heart."

Chloe shook her head. She leaned back against the cushions, letting out a cocky, confident laugh. "So what? Who says a man can only have one woman in his heart? Even if he cares about Hazel, it doesn't mean there isn't room for you. If he was so obsessed with her, why haven't they had a single child after all these years?"