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Chapter 65: the call
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Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 65: the call
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and rain. The automatic doors slid open as Evelyn stumbled inside, her hair damp, her heartbeat deafening in her ears. The fluorescent lights were too bright, too harsh, slicing through her panic like knives.“I’m looking for Albert Abbas,” she gasped at the reception desk, her voice breaking. “He was brought in—gunshot wound—they called me.”The nurse, calm and practiced, glanced up at the monitor. “He’s in surgery, ma’am. Trauma Unit Two. The attending will speak to you once he’s out.”Surgery. The word hit like ice water. Evelyn pressed a trembling hand to her lips. “Can I—can I see him?”“I’m sorry, not yet,” the nurse said softly. “There’s a waiting area just down that hall.”Evelyn nodded numbly, her body moving before her mind could catch up. The waiting room was almost empty—one man asleep in the corner, a woman whispering into her phone, the faint hum of the vending machine. She sat, clasping her hands together so tightly that her nails bit
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 64: fractured Routines
The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, but for once, I wasn’t the first awake.When I stumbled downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, laughter drifted from the kitchen.I froze in the doorway.Sebastian stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, hair damp as if he’d just showered. A frying pan hissed on the stove, the smell of butter and sugar thick in the air. Anastasia perched on a stool beside him, swinging her legs and giggling every time he flipped a pancake too high and nearly missed catching it.“Again, Daddy!” she squealed, clapping her small hands.My chest tightened. The word hit harder than I expected. Daddy. She’d said it so easily, like it had always been waiting on her tongue, patient for the right moment to be spoken.Sebastian grinned at her, eyes crinkling in that familiar way that once undid me completely. “One more,” he said, mock-serious, “but don’t tell your mother I almost burned the last one.”Anastasia giggled, whispering loudly, “Secre
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 63: unspoken truths
The drive back from school was quiet, but it wasn’t the usual silence of tired children slumped against their seats. This was different—sharp, alert, weighted. The air itself seemed to listen.Anastasia hummed softly to herself, her small voice a whisper of sound against the hush. She had her face turned toward the window, her chin resting on her palm as the sunlight painted golden streaks across her hair. Her legs swung idly beneath the seat, carefree and unbothered.Rolland sat upright beside her, his shoulders rigid, his jaw tight. Every few seconds, his gaze darted from me to the rearview mirror, as if half-expecting Sebastian’s reflection to appear there—a ghost in the glass.Kent was the stillest of them all. He wasn’t fidgeting or staring out the window. He sat quietly, his storm-gray eyes fixed on his lap, his hands clenched tightly together. His brows furrowed, lips pressed in a thin, pale line.I recognized that look instantly.It was the same one Sebastian used to wear befo
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 62: tentative steps
Sebastian’s face shifted—just slightly, but enough for me to see the flicker of pain he tried to hide. His shoulders squared, as if steadying himself before walking into fire.“I never forgot,” he said softly. “Not for a single day.”The words were calm, but they landed with the force of something much heavier—something broken being offered back, piece by piece. His gaze didn’t waver from Kent, though I saw the tightness in his jaw, the faint tremor in his hand resting against the table.Kent’s lip trembled. “Then why didn’t you come back?” His voice wavered, brittle, each word straining through years of questions that had gone unanswered. “If you remembered… why didn’t you come home?”Sebastian inhaled deeply, as if the air itself burned. “Because I couldn’t.”The room seemed to still again. Even the faint hiss of the stove faded into silence.Kent blinked. “Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?”The challenge in his tone was soft, but it carried weight far beyond his age. I wanted to step in—to pr
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 61: the confrontation
He froze, his expression faltering just for a moment.The words seemed to strike somewhere deeper than anger could reach. His jaw clenched, but the fire in his eyes wavered. The silence stretched again—thick, fragile, and heavy with everything we hadn’t said in years.I saw it then, that flicker beneath the hardness—the same man who once whispered promises into my hair under the dim glow of our old apartment’s kitchen light, telling me he’d never let the world touch us. That version of him still existed, buried beneath the armor and the scars, but he was a stranger now.“Evelyn…” His voice cracked slightly, the fight bleeding out of it. “You think I wanted to leave? You think I didn’t try—”“Don’t,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Don’t rewrite it now.”He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against mine. I could smell the faint trace of cologne and smoke clinging to his shirt, the scent of something distant, dangerous, familiar. “You don’t know what I’ve seen,” he said, his
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 60: the cracks in the Truth
The house was quiet again, but not in the warm, familiar way it used to be.The silence now had weight—an invisible heaviness that pressed against my chest, that seeped into the walls, the floor, the very air I breathed. It wasn’t peaceful silence. It was the kind that listens. The kind that waits. The kind that knows.Every creak of the house sounded like accusation.Every breath felt like confession.After the birthday chaos, after the laughter and the cake, after Sebastian’s sudden presence had pulled the ground out from under me, I had thought maybe—just maybe—I could breathe again. For one fleeting second, I’d let myself believe that the world could be stitched back together with frosting and candles.But children have a way of asking the questions adults don’t dare to voice.And mine… mine weren’t going to let me hide.The walls still held the echoes of last night—laughter that had come too easily, too desperately; the faint tremor of surprise when Sebastian appeared; the way hi
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