My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 174: Weight of Memories

Eve dragged Chiqui through the grand hallway, her grip tight and unrelenting. The suffocating air of the ballroom, the murmurs of the guests, the echoes of the past—she needed to escape it all.

Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow as she pushed through the heavy doors leading to the hotel’s sprawling garden.

The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of roses and damp earth. A soft glow from the garden lamps illuminated the cobblestone path as Eve led Chiqui to a secluded bench beneath a canopy of ivy.

The moment she sat down, her body trembled violently, and the dam she had been holding back finally broke.

Tears spilled down her cheeks in uncontrollable waves. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, the weight of her past crushing down upon her like a collapsing building.

Chiqui sat beside her, alarmed yet patient, placing a comforting hand on Eve’s back.

"Eve..." she said gently, "Who was that woman?"

Eve swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath. Her voice came out in a broken whisper. "That’s Elizabeth Parker... my former best friend. Harry’s younger sister."

Chiqui’s eyes widened in shock. "What?"

A bitter laugh escaped Eve’s lips, void of any humor. "She’s the one who sold me out to Harry’s parents. She told them I was pregnant."

She wiped at her tear-streaked face with trembling hands. "They thought I was trying to trap Harry into marriage, that I wanted to be part of their family for their money."

Chiqui’s heart clenched at the raw pain in Eve’s voice. The betrayal, the injustice, the wounds that had never fully healed—it all lay bare in front of her. "Eve..." she whispered, not knowing what to say, but knowing that this was only the beginning of something much deeper, something far from over.

Eve let out a shaky breath, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. Her voice wavered, thick with the weight of memories she had tried so hard to bury.

"I confided in her when I found out I was pregnant. I couldn’t tell my parents—I was terrified. And she was my best friend, Chiqui. The one person I thought I could trust. I needed someone to lean on, someone to tell me that everything would be okay."

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head.

"But instead of consoling me, the moment the words left my mouth, she lashed out. The look on her face... like I had committed some unforgivable sin. She didn’t see me as her best friend anymore. She saw me as a problem, an inconvenience." Eve swallowed hard, her voice turning hoarse with emotion.

"She said I was ruining her brother’s life. That I was just like all those other women who threw themselves at Harry, desperate to be part of his family. And then—" her voice cracked, "—she called me a gold-digger. Like I was nothing more than some scheming, manipulative girl who got pregnant on purpose just to trap him."

Chiqui’s heart twisted at Eve’s confession. The raw pain in her voice was undeniable, years of buried wounds now laid bare. Yet, beneath all that suffering, Chiqui also saw something else—resilience. Strength.

She was in awe of Eve, of how, despite being betrayed by the very person she trusted most, despite being cast aside and vilified, she still found a way to rise.

She had built a life, raised her daughter, and stood tall despite the scars left on her heart.

Chiqui reached for Eve’s trembling hands, squeezing them tightly. "Eve... I can’t imagine how much that must have hurt you. But look at you now. You survived. You raised Cassey on your own, and she is growing up into a beautiful, smart girl. That takes more strength than they will ever understand."

Eve’s lips quivered as more tears spilled from her eyes. The years of silent suffering, of pretending she was fine, of keeping all the pain locked away—it was all unraveling in this moment.

And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to be vulnerable, to let someone else carry even just a fraction of the weight she had been bearing alone.

Back in the grand ballroom...

The clinking of glasses, the hum of conversations, and the occasional bursts of laughter filled the air as the gala carried on in full swing. Greg scanned the crowd and his eyes lit up when he spotted her.

"Liz!" he called out, raising a hand to get her attention as she strolled toward them.

Liz Parker’s face broke into a warm smile as she approached. Without hesitation, she wrapped both Greg and Harry in a tight hug, squeezing them affectionately before pulling away to face her father.

Richard glanced at his daughter with a raised brow. "Where have you been? Took you a while," he remarked. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Liz let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Dad, there was a ridiculously long line in the women’s bathroom."

Richard nodded before turning toward Greg, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Well, Greg has someone to introduce, don’t you, Greg?" He shot a playful wink in Cammy’s direction.

Liz’s gaze followed his cue, and she immediately noticed Greg’s hand resting possessively on the small of Cammy’s back. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and a teasing smile formed on her lips as she covered her mouth with one hand.

Greg straightened slightly, a sense of pride evident in his posture. "Liz, this is Cammy, my girlfriend," he declared, the confidence in his voice making Cammy’s heart skip a beat.

Cammy stepped forward with a warm smile, extending a hand. "Hi—oh!"

Before she could finish her greeting, Liz abruptly pulled her into an unexpected hug, catching her off guard.

"Cammy, please be patient with my dear brother from another mother and father," Liz quipped, her tone light yet knowing. "He’s quite difficult. And good luck—you’ll need it."

Cammy let out a soft chuckle, glancing up at Greg with amusement. "Don’t worry. I’m patient."

Just as Greg was about to retort, Liz’s expression shifted. Her playful demeanor faltered for a split second before she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough to make them all lean closer.

"You wouldn’t believe who I just ran into."

The casual remark landed like a grenade in the small group.

A chill ran down Greg’s spine. Harry’s jaw tightened. Cammy’s breath hitched in her throat. The weight of Liz’s words hung thick in the air, suffocating, pressing down on them.

Their worst fear had just materialized.

Liz had seen her.

Eve.