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108: the reckoning
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Chasing His Ex-wife Back 109: the new dawn
The morning sun poured softly through the glass walls of Evelyn’s penthouse office — no longer a fortress of battle, but a sanctuary of calm.For the first time in what felt like years, the city below didn’t look threatening. It looked… alive.The light brushed across her desk, the golden warmth painting over documents, photos, and a small clay sculpture — a crooked little heart her daughter, Anastasia, had made last year in art class.Evelyn’s gaze lingered on it.She smiled.That was what this had all been for — not the empire, not revenge. Just them. The children who reminded her every single day that broken things could be beautiful again.Downstairs, laughter filled the kitchen.“Mom, Kent’s eating all the pancakes!” Anastasia squealed.“Am not!” Kent shouted back, his mouth full.Evelyn leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, just watching them.There was something sacred about mornings like this — the ordinary kind she used to dream about when her world was chaos.Liam stood
Chasing His Ex-wife Back 108: the reckoning
The courtrooms of Chicago had seen their share of chaos, but never a battle like this.The headlines had already named it: The Montgomery Scandal — A Family War for an Empire.Cameras swarmed the steps of the courthouse as armored cars and tinted limousines rolled up. At the center of it all, Evelyn stood in her tailored gray suit — poised, composed, and completely unflinching.Her name had been dragged through dirt and flame, yet she stood taller than she ever had.“Ms. Montgomery,” a reporter called out, “do you have a statement before the hearing?”Evelyn met the journalist’s gaze calmly. “I’m not here for statements,” she said. “I’m here for accountability.”Flashes exploded. Questions overlapped. But Evelyn walked forward through the chaos as though the world had slowed down around her. Every step echoed with the weight of everything she’d endured — betrayal, loss, survival, rebirth.Today, it ended.Inside the courtroom, Abbas sat with his legal team — still elegant, still power
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter107: After the fire
Morning came quietly — too quietly for someone who’d spent months surviving storms.Evelyn woke before dawn, the first rays of light spilling gently across her bed. For once, there were no nightmares. No pounding in her chest. Just stillness.She sat up, the silk sheets sliding off her shoulders, and let the air settle around her. In the hallway, she could hear the faint murmur of her children stirring — the sleepy shuffling of little feet, the creak of the stairs, Rolland’s soft yawn.It was ordinary.And it was everything she’d ever wanted.By eight, she was already dressed — black slacks, crisp blouse, hair tied back with the kind of precision that meant control.Liam arrived on time, as always, tablet in hand, eyes alert.“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted, though his tone had softened over the months. “The press release draft is ready. And—” He hesitated, scanning her face. “You’re sure you want to go public with this?”Evelyn adjusted her jacket. “I don’t want to. I need to.”“On
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 106: the strength to stay soft
The morning after Kent’s birthday dawned quietly, almost reverently.Soft beams of sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, catching the faint shimmer of confetti still scattered on the living room floor. The laughter and chaos of the night before lingered in the air, gentle echoes of something sacred — a peace Evelyn had thought she’d never feel again.She stood barefoot in the kitchen, her robe loosely tied, cradling a cup of tea between her palms. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her as she looked out the window to where the children were playing in the garden.Anastasia was trying to braid Rolland’s hair, and Kent — ever impatient — was shouting orders from the swing as if he were their commander. Their laughter floated through the open window, the kind that made Evelyn’s chest ache with gratitude.Peace, she realized, wasn’t a gift. It was a choice. One she had fought for with every bruise, every sleepless night, every ounce of strength she’d ever had to summon.She si
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 105: Homecoming
The house had never felt this alive.For years, Evelyn’s mansion had been silent — a shell of marble and memory. The chandeliers gleamed, the floors shone, but the air had always felt heavy, as though every polished surface remembered the arguments, the losses, the empty nights when laughter was a ghost she couldn’t conjure.Today was different.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, soft and golden. The scent of vanilla and butter wafted through the kitchen. Balloons bobbed gently above the dining table, their ribbons curling like lazy smiles. For the first time in years, the Hart home felt like a home — warm, lived-in, real.Evelyn stood in the middle of it all, smoothing the edges of a birthday banner she’d insisted on hanging herself. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from exhaustion but from something she hadn’t felt in a long time — contentment.“Mom!” Anastasia’s voice came from the hallway, bright and impatient. “Kent’s trying to sneak into the kitchen again!”Evelyn laugh
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 104: The weight of victory
Evelyn sighed softly, setting her mug down. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the espresso machine and the quiet chaos of morning life.“‘The Fall of Abbas Karim,’” she repeated, her voice low, almost thoughtful. “They make it sound like a tragedy.”Liam lingered near the door, file in hand. “For some, it is. He built half this city’s economy. People are still trying to make sense of it — of you.”She turned toward him, one brow lifting. “Me?”“You’re the headline now,” Liam said. “The daughter who destroyed the empire. The woman who broke the silence.” He hesitated, as if weighing his next words. “They want to know what comes next.”Evelyn leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. The morning light caught the faint silver in her hair — proof that even victories left their mark. “What comes next?” she murmured. “Nothing newsworthy, I hope.”Liam gave a small smile. “You could take a break, you know. A real one. No phone calls, no board m
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