My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 170: Innocent and Mundane

The silence in Harry’s car was thick and suffocating. Neither he nor Eve had spoken a word since leaving the police station.

The night had already been insane, and neither of them had the energy to argue, banter, or even sigh too loudly. The only sound was the faint hum of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal.

Eve sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window, stealing occasional glances at Harry, who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other drumming lightly against his thigh.

They were halfway to Cammy’s apartment when Harry finally broke the silence.

"Tell me about Cassey," he said, his voice neutral, but there was something underneath—something unreadable.

Eve blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

"Cassey." He stole a quick glance at her. "What does she like? Her hobbies? Favorite food? Any allergies?"

Eve hesitated, studying him for a moment before answering. "She likes dolls, specifically Barbie dolls, and dogs. Loves drawing, like obsessively. She eats just about anything, and no food allergies, thank God. But..." She trailed off, suddenly wary.

"But?" Harry glanced at her briefly before turning back to the road.

"She has bronchial asthma," Eve admitted. "Like Dylan."

Harry inhaled sharply, his knuckles going white. There was a flash of something—pain? Regret?—in his expression before he suddenly swerved the car.

"Harry! What the hell?!" Eve yelped, gripping the door handle as he made a sharp turn into a fast-food drive-thru.

Harry ignored her outburst, rolling down the window. "Hi, yeah, I’ll have a bucket of chicken, sides are mashed potatoes, corn and carrots with butter, and two chocolate floats."

Eve gawked at him. "Are you serious right now?"

"And two kid’s meals," Harry added. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Do you sell cakes here?"

"No, sir, but the bakery next door does," the cashier informed him.

"Perfect," Harry said before handing over his card.

Eve folded her arms. "You do realize I cook at home, right?"

"I don’t doubt it. But I am not good at it and I lack time. But I want to bring her something. Let me do this."

Eve frowned but didn’t argue further. Instead, she watched him as he paid, collected the food, and then drove straight to the bakery to grab a small cake before finally heading to Cammy’s apartment.

The moment they stepped inside, Cassey’s face lit up.

"Mommy!!!" she squealed, running straight to Eve and wrapping her little arms around her waist.

Eve laughed, ruffling her daughter’s hair. "Hey, baby."

Dylan, who had been playing with a puzzle on the coffee table, glanced up and grinned at Harry. "Uncle Harry!"

Harry smiled, but the moment his eyes landed on Cassey, his expression shifted. Something inside him cracked as he took in the little girl’s bright, inquisitive eyes, her small hands clutching Eve’s shirt, the sheer innocence in her face. His vision blurred.

Dylan’s smile faded. "Uncle Harry?"

Harry quickly wiped his face, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah. Hey, kid."

Eve narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing as Harry handed the bags of food to Mrs. Moore, who immediately started laying everything out on the dining table.

"This is for you, sweet girl," Harry said, handing the box of cake, directing his words to Cassey. "I hope you like it."

Cassey gasped, her eyes going wide. "All of this? For me?"

Harry chuckled. "Well, for everyone, but mostly for you."

"Whoa," Dylan said, impressed. "That’s a lot of food, Uncle Harry. You’re, like, the best."

As everyone gathered around the table, Harry barely touched his food. Instead, he just watched Cassey—watched her little hands gripping her spoon, her animated expressions as she talked about her school day, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

Eve noticed. She noticed everything. The way Harry’s gaze never wavered from Cassey, the way he clenched his jaw whenever she mentioned something innocent and mundane, as if those words physically hurt him. The glistening in his eyes he tried so hard to hide.

Her chest ached.

"Mommy, today I drew a big princess castle, and our teacher said I am good at drawing!" Cassey beamed, taking a bite of her mashed potatoes.

Eve smiled, stroking her daughter’s hair. "That’s great, baby."

Harry’s voice was quieter than usual when he finally spoke. "I’d love to see your drawings someday."

Cassey giggled. "You can see them now! I have a whole book!"

"Maybe next time, sweetheart," Eve said gently. "It’s getting late."

After finishing the meal, Harry and Eve said their goodbyes to Mrs. Moore and Dylan, then headed towards their apartment, which was on the other end of the building, on the same floor. freewёbnoνel.com

When they reached the door, Eve crouched down. "Say goodnight to Harry, sweetheart."

Cassey turned to Harry with an innocent smile before wrapping her small arms around his waist. "Goodnight, Uncle Harry."

Harry stilled, his breath catching as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her. He held on longer than expected.

Eve felt something in her heart shatter.

Harry’s grip tightened just slightly, as if afraid to let go. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red-rimmed. He wiped them quickly before clearing his throat. "Goodnight, Cassey."

Cassey grinned and ran inside. The moment she disappeared, Eve exhaled shakily. She could barely look at Harry without feeling like the worst person alive.

She wanted to hug him. So badly. Wanted to do something, anything, to ease the pain she knew he was feeling. But she couldn’t.

Because deep down, she didn’t think she deserved to.

Harry turned to her, his voice softer than it had been all night. "Can I visit sometimes?"

Eve stiffened.

He continued, "Not to see you. To see Cassey. Just sometimes."

Eve swallowed hard, unsure. But when she looked at him, at the way his expression was filled with hope and fear all at once, she found herself nodding.

"Yeah," she whispered. "You can."

Harry exhaled as if releasing a breath he’d been holding for years. "Thanks."

Then, with one last glance at her, he turned and walked away, leaving Eve standing at her door, feeling more broken than ever.

And maybe... just maybe... she wasn’t the only one.