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2025-03-22 01:41:36
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Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife He hasn't moved on
Hunter sat at the head of the long, sleek conference table, staring at the financial reports spread in front of him. The numbers blurred together, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint click of a keyboard. But Hunter wasn’t listening. He was supposed to be focused. This meeting was important—his company was finalizing a major acquisition, and every executive in the room was waiting for his decision. The deal was worth billions, and the stakes were high. But his mind was elsewhere. Evelyn. Edwin. The way she had looked at him last night, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance. Like she had moved on. Like she didn’t care anymore. The memory burned in his chest, a slow, smoldering fire that refused to be extinguished. A sharp voice cut through his thoughts. “Mr. Blackwood?” Hunter’s head snapped up. His CFO, Marcus Reed, was watching him expectant
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Hunter’s grip on the steering wheel was like iron, his knuckles white against the black leather, as he pulled into his driveway. The moment he killed the engine, the low hum of the car fading into the evening’s quiet, his phone buzzed again, a sharp, insistent vibration against the console.Sophia. Again.He ignored the call, a flicker of irritation sparking in his chest, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant honeysuckle, but his blood was boiling, a hot, turbulent current beneath his skin.Evelyn and her stupid lover boy Edwin.The two names were on repeat in his head, a relentless, torturous mantra, feeding the jealousy that gnawed at his insides, a ravenous beast consuming his peace of mind.She was with him right now.Probably laughing. Probably smiling while looking into each other’s eyes.Had she already let him touch her the way she used to let him? The way she us
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Next day, Sophia was waiting for Hunter to come down for breakfast. She was standing by the dining table, dressed in a pristine white blouse and a tight pencil skirt, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. To anyone else, she looked calm. Her fingers fidgeted at her sides. She was nervous. And Hunter hated secrets. “What do you want, Sophia?” he asked coldly, not slowing his pace. She forced a smile. “I brought coffee. Thought you might need it after last night.” Hunter scoffed, pushing past her and sitting on the table. “Thank you.” She followed him and took a shaky breath, lowering her gaze as if she were gathering the courage to speak. “Hunter. I need some money.” “Money?” Hunter asked.“It’s not for me,” she whispered. “It’s for Lily.” Hunter’s eyes remained locked onto her, unreadable. “Lily?” She nodded quickly. “Her mother…She's in the hospital. It’s bad, Hunter. The doctors need to perform surgery, but they won’t proceed without payment. Lily has
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Hunter spent the remainder of the day confined within the sterile walls of his office, attempting to drown the relentless tide of his thoughts in the demanding intricacies of his work. Spreadsheets blurred into meaningless columns of numbers, and lucrative business deals faded into the periphery of his consciousness, utterly failing to dislodge the persistent image of Evelyn that haunted his every waking moment.Each time he succumbed to the brief respite of closing his eyes, seeking a moment of fleeting peace, he was met with the vivid tableau of Evelyn’s face. The subtle nuances of her expression from the previous night – the lingering hurt in her eyes, the forced composure in her smile – replayed in his mind with agonizing clarity. And then, the memory that truly ignited the simmering rage within him: the way she had turned her back on him, her steps unwavering as she walked directly into the waiting embrace of Edwin.The very thought sent a fresh wave of scalding anger coursing th
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Evelyn’s breath hitched for a fleeting moment, a primal fear momentarily gripping her, but she quickly masked it with a defiant glare. “Get out of my house, Hunter.”Hunter held her gaze for a long, tense moment, his expression unreadable, a silent battle raging between them.Then, with a sharp, frustrated exhale, he turned abruptly and stormed off, his retreating figure radiating a palpable fury.Evelyn slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, her hands shaking uncontrollably with a potent mix of anger and a lingering, unwelcome fear.She hated him. She hated that he still thought he had any right to dictate her life, to interfere in her choices. But more than anything, she hated the undeniable truth that, despite everything he had done, he still possessed the power to affect her so deeply, to stir such a volatile storm of emotions within her.Evelyn stood frozen for a moment longer, her heart still pounding erratically in her chest as she stared at
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The city exhaled the last vestiges of daylight, the transition sharp and sudden as the sun dipped below the horizon. Now, only the artificial glow of streetlamps pierced the encroaching darkness, painting long, distorted shadows across the scarred belly of the underground parking garage.The air hung thick and heavy, a cloying cocktail of stale gasoline fumes and the damp, earthy breath of mildew that clung to the concrete walls. In the distance, the muffled shriek of tires punctuated the silence, a fleeting cry swallowed by the subterranean depths. Above, in the vibrant pulse of the city, a car horn blared, a discordant note in the otherwise isolated stillness of this lower world – a realm where secrets festered like unseen mold and danger lurked in the shadows, a patient predator waiting for its moment.Sophia’s descent into this concrete labyrinth felt like a physical manifestation of her spiraling anxiety. Each click of her expensive heels against the cracked pavement echoed unner
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The monotonous, rhythmic beeping of medical machinery filled the sterile air of the hospital room, a stark counterpoint to the chaotic storm raging within Sophia’s mind.The antiseptic scent, sharp and clinical, clung to the back of her throat, a constant reminder of her current predicament. She blinked slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy and gritty, her head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights overhead pierced through her grogginess, making her squint and turn her face away, seeking the relative dimness of the side of the room.For a disoriented moment, she floated in a hazy void, the events of the previous night a blurred, indistinct nightmare. She couldn’t quite grasp how she had ended up here, tethered to these beeping contraptions in this cold, impersonal space.Then, like a sudden downpour after a long drought, the memories flooded back, sharp and vivid. The suffocating tension in the underground parking garage. Jack’s sneering face, t
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The opulent silence of the apartment had become Sophia’s unwelcome companion in recent days, each echoing footsteps a stark reminder of Hunter’s increasing absence, both physically and emotionally. Tonight, however, the silence was punctuated by a different kind of disquiet – the throbbing in her head, the nausea that clawed at her throat, and the unsettling lightness that made her limbs feel disconnected from her body. She stumbled through the front door, her hand gripping the cool metal of the door frame as a dizzying wave threatened to send her crashing to the polished marble floor.Her carefully applied makeup couldn’t entirely mask the pallor of her skin, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead despite the apartment’s controlled temperature. Each step she took towards the living room felt like wading through thick, invisible syrup, her vision blurring at the edges.She barely managed a few unsteady steps into the spacious foyer, the ornate console table swimming
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The grand ballroom of the city’s most prestigious hotel pulsed with a vibrant energy, a symphony of clinking champagne flutes, hushed conversations punctuated by bursts of elegant laughter, and the smooth melodies of a live jazz band. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, shimmering glow across the impeccably dressed guests, a glittering tableau of the city’s elite gathered for the annual charity gala.Evelyn moved through the throng with an effortless grace, a radiant figure who seemed to exist on a different plane of existence than the mere mortals surrounding her. The strapless emerald gown, a masterpiece of understated design, clung to her curves like liquid moonlight, accentuating her every movement. Her dark hair, a cascade of soft, luxurious waves, framed a face of exquisite beauty, her makeup a subtle enhancement that suggested she was the most captivating presence in the room without any conscious effort. Every gaze seemed magnetically drawn to her, a silent acknowledgment of her
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Her eyes were glacial, icy pools reflecting none of the warmth they had once held for him, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had once burned so brightly between them.“You really need to stop doing this, Hunter,” she said sharply, her voice clipped and devoid of any emotion.“Doing what, Evelyn?” His gaze searched hers, a desperate plea for understanding in his eyes.“Invading my personal space, walking into my life whenever you please, disrupting my workday, acting as if you still have the right to ask for things from me,” she said, her voice rising slightly with each word, the carefully suppressed anger threatening to erupt.Hunter’s jaw tensed, the muscles along his temples flexing. “I didn’t come here to start another fight, Evelyn. I came to apologize. Again.”“And I’ve already told you, repeatedly, that I don’t want your hollow apologies,” she snapped, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing with a contained fury. “You don’t get to treat me like garbage for years, believ
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Evelyn stood at the head of the expansive, polished oak conference table, her presence a quiet storm of authority. Sunlight streamed through the panoramic windows, illuminating the digital screen behind her, which displayed a complex tapestry of projected growth charts and meticulously planned timelines.Across the table sat her five most crucial clients – impeccably dressed, their expressions serious and focused, their time a valuable commodity they were not inclined to squander.“…Therefore, if we implement this multi-platform digital strategy proactively, before the close of Q3, you’re realistically looking at a minimum twelve percent increase in measurable brand visibility within that single quarter,” Evelyn stated, her tone smooth, confident, and underpinned by the unwavering conviction of data-driven certainty. “And that projection, I assure you, is being deliberately conservative.”Mr. Henderson, the lead client, a man whose skepticism was as legendary as his company’s success,
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The next morning, a fragile semblance of routine settled over Vinni’s apartment, but the air remained thick with unspoken emotions. Evelyn sat at the familiar dining table, the chipped ceramic mug warm in her hands, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee doing little to dispel the lingering shadows beneath her eyes. Her composure was a carefully constructed edifice – the sharp lines of her tailored pants, the pristine simplicity of her white silk blouse, the severe elegance of her sleek bun – a visual declaration of control. Yet, beneath the polished surface, a profound weariness lingered, a dull ache that no amount of caffeine could alleviate.Vinni, ever attuned to the subtle shifts in Evelyn’s demeanor, watched her friend with a quiet concern, her own breakfast croissant momentarily forgotten. “You were up most of the night again, weren’t you, Ev?” she asked gently, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet morning.Evelyn offered a dismissive shrug, her gaze fixed on the swirling p
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Her fingers hovered over the screen, frozen mid-motion, a strange paralysis gripping her. A simple, unassuming text message illuminated the dark screen:"Good night, Evelyn. Sleep well."Her heart twisted painfully, a sharp, unexpected pang of something she couldn’t quite name – a flicker of longing, perhaps, or maybe just a visceral reaction to the unexpected intimacy of his message.Why was he doing this? The silent question echoed in the quiet room. Why now, after everything he had put her through? Did he genuinely believe that a few softly spoken words, delivered via text message in the dead of night, could somehow erase the years of loneliness she had endured during their marriage, the profound betrayal that had shattered her trust, the agonizing sting of his indifference?She pressed her lips into a hard, thin line, a resolute act of self-preservation. She didn’t reply. She couldn’t find the words, the emotional energy completely depleted. Instead, with a deliberate movement, sh
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Evelyn pushed open the door to Vinni’s apartment with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the day’s strained interactions, the subtle click of her heels against the worn wooden floors a familiar punctuation mark to her weary arrival. The comforting blend of Vinni’s signature vanilla and soft lavender scent usually offered a small measure of solace, a gentle hug after a long day, but tonight, even that familiar aroma couldn’t penetrate the heavy weight pressing against her chest, a dull ache that mirrored the hollowness within.She still hadn’t taken the plunge, hadn’t severed the last tangible tie to her old life by finding her own place. Part of her knew she should. Financially, she was more than capable now, StarLink’s recent surge of cautious optimism offering a fragile sense of stability. But the prospect of returning to an empty apartment, the suffocating silence of living alone with only her thoughts for company, felt unbearable. Here, amidst Vinni’s cheerful chaos, the
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The lingering ghost of Evelyn’s perfume, a delicate whisper of lavender and something uniquely her own, still clung to the air around the vacated lunch table.Hunter, however, was no longer present, the imposing figure who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will now absent, leaving behind only the faint indentation on the plush velvet seating. He had watched her departure, a study in elegant defiance – head held high, her stride sharp and purposeful, each click of her heels against the polished floor a decisive punctuation mark on their severed connection. It was as if the years they had shared, the intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives, had been relegated to the realm of a forgotten nightmare, one from which she had finally awakened and was determined to erase from her memory entirely.A dull ache, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within him, constricted Hunter’s chest.For once, Hunter Blackwood, the man renowned for his glacial compos
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Few days later - The sterile finality of the signed contracts hung in the air, a tangible representation of Evelyn’s pragmatic decision to intertwine StarLink’s fate with that of her ex-husband’s formidable empire. The alliance, born of necessity and a sliver of grudging respect for Hunter’s business acumen, felt like a precarious truce, a delicate balance teetering on the precipice of their volatile shared history. The memory of his raw possessiveness in the hotel hallway, the unsettling glint of protectiveness in his eyes amidst the violent outburst, lingered in Evelyn’s thoughts, a confusing undercurrent beneath the carefully constructed surface of their professional interactions.It was with a sense of inevitability, a weary resignation mixed with a sliver of reluctant curiosity, that Evelyn received Hunter’s subsequent message. It arrived mid-morning, a curt digital summons that vibrated her phone with the familiar, unapologetic tone that had always characterized his communicat
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Three days of her meticulously constructing a narrative of indifference, a fragile wall against the unwelcome pang of hurt and the surprising sting of jealousy that still dared to surface. She had almost begun to believe her own carefully crafted facade, clinging to the hope that his abrupt departure from her office would translate into a prolonged absence.That fragile hope shattered that afternoon with the arrival of a terse, demanding message on her private, unlisted number – the one only a handful of people, including Hunter, possessed.Hunter: Dinner. Hotel LaVelle. 8 PM. Don’t be late.Evelyn scoffed, her fingers tightening around her phone, her eyes blazing with a mixture of indignation and a reluctant flicker of intrigue. No polite preamble. No inquiry about her availability. Just a blunt command, thinly veiled as an invitation, delivered with the casual arrogance she had come to both despise and, inexplicably, expect. Her initial instinct was a resounding refusal. She had no
