My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 176: Responsible Adults

The intensity of the kiss they shared was unlike anything they had ever known—raw, desperate, filled with years of pain and longing. In that single moment, the barriers between them shattered. freewёbnoνel.com

The agony of betrayal, the fury of lost years, the gnawing doubt that had plagued them both—all of it melted away, leaving only the undeniable truth of what had once been.

But the euphoria was fleeting. As they finally pulled apart, both gasping for breath, reality slammed into them like a tidal wave.

Eve’s eyes widened in sheer panic. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, as if to erase what had just transpired.

"What did we just do?!" she choked out, her voice trembling as she pushed past Harry and began pacing the living room in frantic, erratic steps. "We’re adults—responsible adults—this shouldn’t have happened!"

Harry stood frozen, his own mind reeling. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I-I don’t know what came over me," he admitted, his voice raw. "I didn’t think—I just felt. And then you... you kissed me back."

Eve halted mid-step and turned on him, her eyes flashing. "Are you blaming me now?" she demanded, her voice was filled with frustration. "You started it, Harry!"

He pressed his lips together, exhaling sharply before stepping closer, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.

"I’m sorry. I got carried away," he murmured. "It’s just... it’s been years, Eve. Years since you disappeared without a single word. You were the only woman I ever loved, the only one I wanted a future with. And when you left, that love turned into something else—anger, wrath. I felt betrayed. I felt deceived by the one person I trusted the most."

Eve swallowed hard, unable to look away as Harry’s voice grew thick with emotion.

"And then," he continued, his eyes dark with remembered pain, "I found your ultrasound in my sister’s room. I confronted her about it, and she told me you lost the baby. That you took my family’s money, aborted our child, and ran off to start a new life."

Eve’s breath hitched, her entire body turning to ice.

"I didn’t believe them at first," Harry admitted, his voice breaking. "So I searched for you. I did everything I could to find you... but you and your parents had vanished. It was as if you never existed."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he let out a bitter, hollow laugh, his gaze dropping to the floor. "My whole world collapsed. You went behind my back. You took the first chance to escape while I was out of the country—while I was trying to build a future for us. And when I returned... everything I had worked for, everything I dreamed of... was meaningless. Because the woman I wanted to share it with was gone."

A tear slipped down Harry’s cheek, his entire posture exuding grief and exhaustion. For the first time in years, he wasn’t hiding behind his anger. He wasn’t fighting to be strong. He stood there, vulnerable and defeated, waiting for Eve to give him the truth he had been denied for so long.

"Harry... I told them I lost the baby due to miscarriage... And yes, it’s true, I took the money they offered me just to leave you. I sold you off, Harry." Eve’s voice cracked, and her hands trembled as she gripped the fabric of her dress.

"Because... because I wanted our baby to live in a home where she would be loved. I didn’t want her to grow up in a family that would hate her just because her mother wasn’t good enough for her grandparents."

Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she made no move to wipe them away. Instead, she let them fall, let them bear witness to the weight of her guilt.

"Did I regret taking their money? No. I didn’t. Absolutely not." Her voice was firm, unwavering. "Would I do it again if given the chance? Yes, I would... but this time, I would take you with me. I would tie you up if I had to, drag you away from that hell you once called home."

Harry’s breath hitched, his chest tightening painfully as her words sank in.

"If I could go back in time, I would never abandon you again," Eve whispered, her voice breaking as her fingers clutched at her own arms.

"If there is one thing in my life that I regret the most, it’s not letting you decide. Not letting you choose. I should have trusted you, Harry. I should have fought for us."

She let out a shuddering breath before her body crumbled, her knees giving way as she collapsed onto the sofa beside her. She covered her face with both arms, sobbing so violently that her entire frame shook.

"I was so scared," she wept, her voice muffled by her own cries. "Scared that they would take our baby away. That they would let her stay with you but never let me see her. Or worse... that they would make her suffer just to punish me."

Harry stood there, frozen. His mind screamed at him, torn between the anger that had fueled him for years and the unbearable grief radiating from the woman in front of him.

He had imagined this moment a thousand times—had envisioned confronting her, demanding answers, maybe even throwing cruel words in retaliation for the pain she had caused him.

But none of that mattered now.

Because the woman he loved was breaking right in front of him.

His feet moved before he could think. In an instant, he was beside her, wrapping her in his arms, holding her against his chest.

Eve didn’t resist. She clung to him as though he was her only tether to the world, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Harry tightened his hold, pressing his lips to the crown of her head, whispering soothing words as she sobbed against him.

Minutes passed, and the storm within her finally quieted, and her cries softened to quiet sniffles. Slowly, she pulled away, her fingers brushing under her eyes to wipe away the remnants of her tears.

She sniffled and hastily wiped at her wet cheeks, but before she could fully clear them, Harry’s hands gently cupped her face. He used the pads of his thumbs to brush away the remaining tears, his touch lingering, his gaze intense.

But his hands never left her skin.

"Eve," he murmured, his voice hoarse yet unwavering. "I still love you. So much."

Eve’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Harry’s grip on her face tightened slightly, his thumbs grazing her jaw. "Do you feel the same?" he asked, his voice raw, desperate.

Eve’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She had dreamed of hearing those words again, but now that they were spoken, she felt paralyzed, unable to speak. Unable to breathe.

Because the truth was, she never stopped loving him.

And that terrified her more than anything else in the world.

"I... I..." her mind was completely blank on what words to say, even though she knew that there was only one thing that her heart truly desired.