My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 152: The Perfect Plan

The night had stretched late, the cool breeze carrying with it the lingering scent of cake and barbecue smoke.

One by one, the children who lived on Greg’s estate shuffled home, their tired eyes and sluggish steps betraying the excitement they had burned through. Tomorrow was a school day, after all.

Dylan’s classmates had also departed, leaving only the children of Eve and Ellie still caught up in their games, their laughter softer now, more subdued.

Ellie approached Cammy with a gentle smile. "Cammy, it’s getting late. We should head out—we have a long drive ahead."

At her mother’s words, Ellie’s kids pouted but obediently turned to Dylan, offering quick goodbyes before following their mother toward the car.

Just as Cammy was about to see them off, a small hand tugged at the fabric of her dress. She glanced down to find Cassey, Eve’s daughter, rubbing at her sleepy eyes.

"Aunt Cammy," Cassey mumbled drowsily, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Where’s Mommy? I wanna go home."

Cammy’s gaze flickered across the garden, scanning for any sign of Eve. But she was nowhere in sight. A small pang of unease pricked at her.

Crouching down to Cassey’s level, she gently brushed a stray curl from the little girl’s face. "Hold on, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. "I’ll go find your mom. Stay right here, okay?"

Cassey gave a small nod, her tired eyes blinking up at Cammy. Trusting. Obedient.

Or so Cammy thought.

As she turned and strode off in search of Eve, she never noticed the tiny figure slipping away behind her.

Cassey had no intention of waiting.

She would find her mother herself.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom...

"They can’t be the same person..." Eve muttered under her breath, her voice trembling as she paced back and forth, her heels clicking against the tile.

One hand pressed against her temple, trying to ease the pounding in her head, while the other gripped her waist as if holding herself together.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of memories she had buried long ago threatening to resurface.

Of all the people in the world—of all the names she could have heard tonight—his was the last she ever wanted to face.

Harry Parker.

And worse... his ruthless, heartless family.

Eve wanted to disappear. Vanish into thin air. Run far, far away from this nightmare.

Her first instinct was to quit—cancel her employment at Cross Tech before it was too late. But then reality hit her like a slap to the face. The contract. The damn bond she had signed just a week ago with HR. She was stuck.

Her frustration boiled over. With a sharp breath, she slammed her palm against the cold, unforgiving stone vanity. The impact sent a sharp sting up her arm, but she barely felt it.

"Fuck!" she hissed, her voice marked with anger and desperation. "Why? Of all places, why do you have to be working at Cross Tech too?"

Her reflection stared back at her, hollow-eyed, shaken.

"You can’t quit," she whispered, voice trembling. "Not after you signed that damn contract without even checking. You got too comfortable, too complacent just because you managed to stay hidden for nine years. You’re so dumb, Eve. So. Fucking. Dumb."

She dragged her hands down her face, as if she could physically erase the panic clawing at her chest. But it didn’t work. Nothing worked.

Instead, hot tears spilled over her cheeks, unstoppable.

Nine years.

Nine years of running, of hiding. Of giving up a promising career, walking away from a high salary, locking herself in a small, quiet life just to stay out of sight.

And now—just weeks after deciding to step back into the real world not even a month—everything had come crashing down.

All those years... wasted. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Mommy!"

The small, desperate voice echoed through the hallway, snapping Eve out of her breakdown like a bucket of ice water to the face. Her breath hitched, and she instinctively wiped at her tear-streaked cheeks.

Cassey.

She scrambled for a tissue, dabbing at her swollen eyes, trying to erase the evidence of her pain.

"Cassey, sweetheart, Mommy’s in the bathroom. Stay right there, okay? I’m coming out soon!" she called, forcing her voice to stay steady, light.

Her hands trembled as she reached for her compact mirror, but no amount of powder or concealer could hide the damage. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face blotchy. ’Damn it.’ She wasn’t fooling anyone.

With a frustrated sigh, she turned on the faucet, splashing cold water over her face, letting it wash away the tears, the exhaustion, the panic.

She couldn’t let anyone—especially her daughter—see her like this.

Eve inhaled sharply, gripping the edges of the sink, staring at her reflection.

’Cross Tech is a huge building. I can stay hidden. I can avoid Harry until my contract is up. No one has to know. Easy... Peasy.’

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to believe it.

"Just hold on, baby. Mommy’s coming," she called out again, plastering on a smile as she reached for the doorknob.

Time to bury the fear. Time to pretend everything was fine.

And yes, her plan was perfect. Flawless, even.

But that didn’t mean it would go the way she wanted.

Eve forced one last smile, hoping—praying—that if she faked it enough, maybe it would reach her heart. Maybe she would feel something other than the storm brewing inside her.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and stepped into the hallway.

"Done playing with Dy...lan..." Her voice trailed off, the words dying on her lips the moment her eyes landed on him.

Cassey stood just a few feet away, her tiny frame shaking with giggles. And crouched in front of her, keeping her company, was a man.

Not just any man.

A man Eve would recognize from a mile away. A man she had spent years trying to avoid.

Her stomach dropped.

Harry Parker.

"Mommy! What took you so long?" Cassey’s voice rang in her ears, but Eve barely registered it. "Everyone went home! I’m sleepy, let’s go home!"

But Eve couldn’t move. She couldn’t even breathe.

Harry must have sensed the shift in the air because, as if in slow motion, he stood up.

Their eyes met.

Shock. Frozen silence. A crackle of unspoken history thick in the space between them.

Eve could see it in his face—the moment recognition hit.

His gaze flickered to Cassey, brows pulling into a frown. Then back to Eve.

Understanding dawned.

And just like that... her perfect plan shattered.