Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

On the other end of the line, Dora sounded utterly drained.

She really had enough.

Why did fate have to punish her like this?

Evan frowned and glanced at Stella.

“I know Stella’s going to make a scene,” Dora said, her voice trembling. “But your brother is gone. I don’t have any other choice. Summer is suffering too. She’s in pain.”

Her voice broke, and she began to cry.

Evan drew in a slow breath. As he ended the call, he stood up almost instinctively.

When she watched him rise without hesitation, the mockery in Stella’s smile deepened.

How many times had he rushed off for Summer today alone?

It was almost laughable.

Any time Evan was with her, he would inevitably be summoned away because of Summer.

Every single time.

Stella lifted her gaze, her eyes cold and sharp with irony.

“Do you know what Summer wrote in the message she retracted?”

Evan paused mid-turn. He didn’t answer. He only looked at her.

“She said you wouldn’t stay in my hospital room for more than five minutes before leaving,” Stella said lightly.

She stopped there, then let out a soft laugh she couldn’t quite suppress.

“It’s been three minutes now.”

Just like that.

That was how fragile their marriage was in Summer’s eyes.

So fragile that she could calculate it down to the minute.

He would abandon his wife for his sister-in-law, again and again, without fail.

Even time itself betrayed him.

“Stella…” Evan said quietly, his chest tightening.

“You don’t believe me?” she interrupted.

When had he ever believed her over the past six months?

Whenever it involved Summer, a single word from Stella was always labeled unreasonable.

She held her phone out toward him, the screen already open.

“You see the phrase ‘message deleted,’ don’t you?”

Evan remained silent.

“If there was nothing shameful in that message,” Stella continued calmly, “why would she delete it?”

What Summer truly was didn’t actually matter to Stella anymore.

But she wanted to plant the seed anyway.

Slowly. Deliberately.

She folded her hands.

“Is that a threat?”

“Everything you’re doing is pointless.”

Pointless?

Because Summer had the entire Wright family backing her?

Because she had a powerful mother standing behind her?

Stella slowly raised her eyes.

“Then watch closely.”

“With all of you protecting her,” she said evenly, “let’s see whether I can touch her or not.”

Every word was firm. Unyielding.

“You-“Evan began.

But what truly unsettled him was the way she kept saying you people.

Your family.

It drew a line so clean and final that even he was placed on the other side of it.

His chest rose and fell sharply.

Especially when he met her distant, emotionless gaze.

That look made something in him tighten in a way anger couldn’t explain.