Evelyn POV
The smug satisfaction of my so-called victory lasted within a short time, just for five minutes. I drove aimlessly through the city, replaying the scene in Harrison’s living room over and over. The image of Juliette’s tear-streaked face flashed in my mind like a beacon of triumph. I had won, hadn’t I? I’d finally driven a wedge between them and secured my position in Harrison’s life.
But his cold, distant glare as he threw me out of his house wouldn’t stop haunting me. Harrison had always been my endgame, and tonight was supposed to seal that. So why did it feel like I’d just lost him?
I parked my car in front of my townhouse and stared at the quiet street. The victory wine I’d planned to uncork felt unearned now, the celebration soured before it had even begun. Instead, I c
