My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 175: Framed Photographs

The weight of Liz’s words lingered in the air like a thundercloud ready to burst. Harry’s grip on his champagne glass tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn’t need Liz to say her name—he already knew.

But still, he waited for his sister to spill everything, and he listened intently. He made sure that he acted accordingly, not giving any hint that he and Eve had already met.

Liz didn’t suspect that Eve works in Cross Tech anyway. For her, it was just a coincidence that they bumped into each other in the hotel’s hallway.

His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the chatter and music around him. He waited for the topic to change, and good thing, Greg already knew what to do and invited Nick and Liz to eat something first.

Without another word, Harry turned on his heel and strode purposefully toward the garden, where Eve could probably be based on the direction that Liz told them. His mind raced with questions, anger, and something else he refused to name.

When he reached the garden, his eyes locked onto Eve, who was sitting on a bench, her head bowed as Chiqui rubbed her back soothingly. She looked fragile, haunted—as if facing Liz had ripped open old wounds that had barely scarred over.

"Hold on, Eve. Just stay here, I’ll get you some water. Crying this much is both good and bad for you. Just wait—"

Chiqui turned on her heel, ready to head back to the grand ballroom, but the moment she pivoted, her words caught in her throat.

A bottle of water was already being handed to her. She blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting upward to see the person offering it. No words were exchanged.

She hesitated only for a moment before swiftly unscrewing the cap and pressing the bottle into Eve’s trembling hands.

"Here, drink this," Chiqui said gently, her voice soft yet firm.

Eve’s sobs subsided slightly at the unexpected coolness against her palm. The condensation from the bottle sent a shiver up her arm, grounding her for a moment.

Confused, she lifted her tear-streaked face, her breath hitching as her gaze met the last person she expected to see.

Harry.

Her fingers instinctively clenched around the bottle as she stared up at him, her eyes wide, emotions swirling like a storm in her chest.

His expression unreadable, his gaze burning with unspoken emotions. Before she could react, he spoke, his voice low but firm.

"My sister told us," he said, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face. "She told us she ran into you."

Chiqui, sensing the sudden shift in the air, took a step back. She glanced between them, reading the unspoken tension crackling in the space between them like electricity.

"I think I need a drink too," she muttered, forcing a light tone. "I’ll go inside."

With that, she turned and disappeared into the ballroom, leaving Eve and Harry alone, the silence between them thick with everything left unsaid.

Eve swallowed hard. So it was happening. The confrontation she had dreaded for years.

Harry didn’t give her a chance to escape. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around her wrist—not harshly, but with enough determination to tell her there was no running this time.

"Come with me," he murmured.

Eve hesitated, her body tensing. But a part of her knew—this moment had been inevitable from the start. She gave the bottle in her hand one last uncertain glance before allowing Harry to gently pull her to her feet.

They walked in silence toward the hotel’s parking lot, the tension between them thick with years of unresolved pain. Harry opened the passenger door of his sleek black car and, without a word, guided Eve inside before shutting the door and circling to the driver’s side.

Once inside, he turned to her. "Where’s Cassey?"

Eve blinked, surprised by the question. "She’s with Dylan and his nanny in Cammy’s apartment."

Harry exhaled sharply, nodding. "Good." He started the engine, gripping the wheel tightly. "Let’s go to your apartment and talk."

Eve’s heart pounded. "Harry—"

"I want you to tell me everything," he cut her off, his voice steely with determination. "The whole story. Why did you leave me? And what does my family have to do with it?

No more lies this time, Eve, please. We are no longer powerless, naive young adults. We now stand on our own feet, far from the shadow of our family, specifically ’my’ family. Let’s just be honest with each other for once, please?"

Without waiting for her response, Harry slammed his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward with speed. The city lights blurred past them as he drove with reckless urgency, his grip on the steering wheel unyielding.

Eve’s hands trembled in her lap as she stared out the window. Tonight, there would be no more secrets. No more running.

It was time for the truth.

The drive to Eve’s apartment was shrouded in thick silence, broken only by the occasional sound of tires skidding over the pavement as Harry drove with a mix of urgency and restraint.

When they arrived, Harry killed the engine and stepped out without a word, his posture tense.

Eve hesitated for a moment before following him inside, her fingers fumbling with the key as she unlocked the door. The soft glow of the apartment’s interior lights greeted them, casting long shadows against the walls.

Harry stepped inside, his sharp gaze scanning the space that was cozy, warm, lived-in—but what caught his attention wasn’t the furniture or the decor. It was the console table against the wall, lined with framed photographs.

He moved toward it as if drawn by an invisible force, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the countless images of Eve and Cassey through the years—Cassey’s first birthday, her tiny hand grasping Eve’s finger.

Her first day of school, moments of pure happiness frozen in time, moments he had missed. His fingers trembled as he reached out, tracing the edge of one frame, his vision blurring with unshed tears.

A single tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another. He tried to fight it, but the weight of everything crashed into him at once—the years lost, the memories stolen, the love he never got to give his daughter.

Eve stood behind him, watching as he silently broke. Her chest ached, her own tears threatening to spill as guilt consumed her. Without thinking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her forehead against his back, her body trembling.

Harry stiffened at the unexpected touch, but the warmth of her embrace was undeniable. He turned around slowly, and when his eyes met hers, he saw her pain, her regret, mirroring his own. Tears streamed down her face, her lips quivering as she choked out a broken, desperate apology.

"I’m sorry, Harry... I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she repeated the words over and over, clutching onto him as if she could somehow erase the years of hurt between them.

Harry let out a shaky breath before pulling her into his arms, holding her tight. For the first time in years, the walls between them crumbled. And then, without thinking, without hesitation, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Eve gasped softly against his mouth, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she melted into the kiss, returning it with a desperation that matched his own.

The past, the pain, the years apart—none of it mattered in that moment.

The only thing that did was this.