Chasing His Ex-wife Back

Three months earlier..... (Evelyn pov) I couldn’t stop smiling. Humming gently, I placed the new bouquet of roses in the crystal vase, fine-tuning each stem to reach perfection. The fragrant scent of lilies and roses permeated the air, mixing with the cozy scent of vanilla candles dancing on the dining table. Everything needed to be perfect, just as our love. In two nights, Sebastian and I will be celebrating our anniversary. Our fifth year of celebration. Five years filled with love, joy, and common aspirations. I ran my fingers along the exquisite silverware, imagining how his eyes would sparkle when he walked in, how his lips would turn into that unique, sincere smile, the one he saved just for me. But that wasn’t all. This anniversary was going to be even more special. I softly placed my hand on my abdomen, a warmth radiating within me. Sebastian was about to become a father. The mere idea flooded me with warmth, blending feelings of excitement and anxious an

“ Evelyn?” Sebastian called my name once more. The sound sent shivers through me, and I gripped the doorframe tighter while struggling to breathe. I needed to behave normally. He had no way of knowing that I had been standing there, eavesdropping. Stepping forward as if I had just arrived, I angled my head, pretending to be puzzled. "Yes?" I heard you called my name. Did you fall? “Are you in need of anything?” His expression remained unreadable, but a flicker appeared in his eyes, caution? Guilt? It disappeared just as quickly, replaced by a practiced calmness. “No, I’m fine. I just needed something from you.” His eyes scanned the room before settling back on me. “Where are the maids?” “I sent them off,” I answered calmly, my heart pounding. His brows furrowed slightly. “Why is that?” I paused for just a moment . "Nothing," I replied, but the subtle shake in my voice gave me away. He examined me with his piercing eyes, as if stripping away my layers, attempting to u

(Evelyn pov) The divorce paper shook in my hands, the ink blurring as my vision swam. My chest constricted, and my breathing came in brief, agonizing breaths. The atmosphere in the room was stifling, weighing on me like an invisible pressure, yet I would not allow them to witness me break down Not here. Not in front of them. Sebastian stood across from me, his expression unreadable, making it seem as if this moment, the end of everything we created, was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Vanessa, on the other hand, crossed her arms, her gaze sharp and expectant, like she was waiting for me to surrender, to sign without a fight. But, I would not. Not without answers. I swallowed hard, forcing the tremor out of my voice. "How long?" Sebastian’s eyebrow knitted together slightly, but he didn’t ask for clarification. He knew exactly what I meant. Vanessa released a dramatic sigh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Eve, does it actually make any differ

(Evelyn pov) The knock on my hospital door was sharp. Cold. Like him. I didn’t say come in. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. But the door opened anyway. Sebastian entered, his tall stature filling the area, projecting elongated shadows in the softly lit room. The atmosphere changed, growing denser, bearing down on me with a nearly choking heaviness. He remained silent. Did not go past the entrance. He just stood there, observing me. His facial expression was inscrutable, a flawless facade of apathy, but I observed the nuances he couldn't entirely conceal. The rigidity in his shoulders, the manner in which his jaw tightened just a bit. And his hands, fingers curling by his sides, as if preparing for collision. Like he expected me to explode. Like he knew he deserved it. He was uncomfortable. Good. I avoided looking at him directly, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap, where my hands were held so tightly that my nails almost broke through my skin. The quiet lingered between us, end

(Sebastian’s POV) The city lights blurred into long, glowing streaks as I sped down the highway, the tires humming against the asphalt in a relentless rhythm. My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned bone white, the leather groaning beneath my grip. The hum of the engine filled the suffocating silence, but inside my head, it was louder, chaotic, stormy, an unforgiving whirlwind of thoughts that refused to quiet. Evelyn and Peter. The image was seared into my mind, like a cruel photograph on repeat. Evelyn’s soft smile was gentle, almost radiant as she sat beside him. Her laughter, light and unburdened, echoed in my ears. I hadn’t heard that sound in weeks, maybe longer. Not from her. Not when she was with me. And Peter’s gaze? It lingered on her, steady and... protective. His eyes followed her like she was something fragile, something worth safeguarding. That look gnawed at me, scraping against my already frayed nerves like sandpaper on raw skin. Doe