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Chapter 25: the cost of pretending
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Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 41: where is Kent
Evelyn’s POVI sat quietly throughout the drive back home, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Liam didn’t speak much either, which was unusual for him. Normally, he’d ask if I wanted to stop somewhere or if I’d like music playing, but tonight he just glanced at me through the rearview mirror once or twice, concern flickering in his eyes.The silence between us wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. It pressed down on me, as though he understood I was carrying a weight that had nothing to do with luggage.I stared out the window, watching the passing city lights blur into streaks of gold and white. My reflection looked pale, almost hollow, against the glass.What would I even say when I got home?I wasn’t ready for their questions.I wasn’t ready for their eyes.I wasn’t ready for Kent.More than anything, I wished I could disappear for a few days. Just run away, lock myself somewhere, and breathe without being suffocated by everything closing in around me. But I knew escape was a luxury I didn
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 40: isn’t daddy dead
Evelyn – POV“Rolland, isn’t Father… dead?” Kent asked, hIs voIce quIeter now, but heavy wIth suspIcIon. “Why are you bringing this up?”The world tilted slightly beneath me. My hand Instinctively grIpped the sIde of the bed for balance. “It’s… complicated,” I managed, my voice no louder than a whIsper.“Mum,” Kent pressed, eyes sharp now, “what’s he talking about?”Before I could form a lie—another one to stack on the rest—Rolland stepped forward, shoulders stiff with convictIon.“We’re not blind, Mom. We see the way you cry sometimes. We hear things. We’re not stupId,” he said, standIng tall—so much taller than the little boy I tucked In last night.My throat tightened.“Remember the nIght we came back from Chicago,” he contInued. “The day we visited Auntie Mia’s father?”I blinked, unsure of where this was goIng.“I heard you crying that nIght,” Rolland admitted, guilt flickering in hIs gaze. “I stayed by your door and listened… I overheard your conversation wIth Uncle Liam. You to
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 39: his first reveal
Evelyn – POVThe night was heavy—too quiet, too still. The kind of stillness that made your thoughts echo louder than your heartbeat.I sat upright on my bed, eyes dry but soul flooded. Why did I feel like this? Why now?Why him?I had spent years building up my walls, brick by bitter brick. Teaching myself how to hate him. How not to remember. How to let go of the man who had chosen everything—power, pride, even betrayal—over me.But now… now all I could think about was whether he was in pain. Whether he could still breathe without hurting. Whether he was even alive.I hated that I cared.I hated it because I shouldn’t.But pain does strange things. I’ve died a thousand quiet deaths because of Sebastian Rodgers—and now, hearing that he might be dying for real?I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt… hollow.“Mummy?”The tiny voice struck like a crack of thunder. I blinked, startled, and turned toward the door.Anastasia stood there, hugging the edge of the doorway. Behind her, Master Rolla
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 38: the bitter wins
Evelyn povThe gold-plated nameplate gleamed on the office door.EVELYN WOODS – CEOI stood in front of it longer than I meant to, staring like it might blink first. It didn’t.It was real.This was real.I pushed the door open.Same office—but everything felt different. The air was new. The walls smelled faintly of fresh paint, and the carpet beneath my heels whispered wealth with every step. Even the chair—the high-backed executive one I handpicked months ago—still held the scent of expensive leather.I’d arrivedThis was how I celebrated my wins: quietly. Without confetti. Without applause. Just the silence of a room I built with blood and grit.I should’ve felt something.Joy. Relief. Closure.But all I felt was… stillness.mBehind me, Liam nearly skipped into the room, the grin on his face wide enough to touch both ears. In his hands, a chilled bottle of wine sparkled like a trophy, droplets slipping down the glass.“Can you believe it, Ma Evelyn?” he beamed. “We’re here! We actu
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 37: what power leaves behind
Sabatine’s POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic and soap clung to the air like a second skin, coating everything, me included in its cold, impersonal shroud. It was always like this. Morning or night, time blurred in this place, and that smell never left.My body, once a vessel of power and command, now lay limp beneath the pale hospital sheet. A cruel joke. Muscles that once responded with precision and force now betrayed me with every motion they refused to make. I was a prisoner in my own skin.I felt her before I saw her, the new maid. Her hands moved across my chest with practiced care, wiping me clean. Her touch wasn’t familiar, not like the old one’s, but it wasn’t cruel either. Just… clinical. Efficient. Distant.She didn’t speak. None of them ever did anymore. Not to me. Not really. They talked at me. Instructions. Updates. A soft “you’ll feel a little cold now.”God, I hated this part of my day.Being washed. Fed. Shifted like a fragile piece of porcelain no one knew what to
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 36: what if I deserve this
Sebastian’s POVThe air in the hospital room felt heavier today.Not because of the beeping machines or the sterile scent of antiseptic clinging to the white walls. No. This weight was personal. Deep. A slow, choking pressure that seemed to press down on my lungs every time I tried to breathe.Maybe it was my own chest, tight with thoughts I couldn’t voice.Or maybe it was the silence Vanessa left behind, thick with venom and disappointment.Or maybe…Maybe it was the thought of Evelyn The memory of her haunted me worse than the paralysis. Her voice, her laughter, the way she used to look at me, before it all went to hell. Before I threw everything away.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream.But I could think.And God, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. They kept folding in on themselves, multiplying like poison in a wound. Memories, regrets, questions I couldn’t ask and confessions I’d never get the chance to say.I closed my eyes, trying to shut it all out.But the door creake
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