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The antiseptic scent of the hospital clung to Hunter like a second skin, a constant, sharp reminder of Evelyn’s precarious state and his own suffocating guilt. Days bled into nights, marked only by the shifting light outside the window and the hushed rhythm of the hospital ward. He hadn't left since she was admitted, a silent, unwavering sentinel by her bedside.

Evelyn, pale and fragile against the stark white sheets, had made her feelings abundantly clear. Her eyes, whenever they flickered open to meet his, were cold, distant pools reflecting a pain he had inflicted. She spoke to him only to dismiss him, her voice weak but firm.

"Go home, Hunter," she'd whispered on the second day, her words raspy from disuse. "There's nothing for you here."

He’d gently adjusted the IV drip, his movements slow and deliberate, as if even the smallest gesture might startle her. "You don't have to forgive me, Evelyn," he'd murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble that barely disturbed the quiet room.
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  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   Unspoken gestures

    The days at Hunter’s grandmother’s house had woven themselves into a gentle tapestry, each thread a quiet moment of healing for Evelyn. The peaceful rhythm of the old home, Grandma’s unwavering affection, and Hunter’s respectful distance had slowly, imperceptibly, begun to chip away at the formidable ice wall around her heart. She still held her resentment close, a familiar, bitter comfort, but beneath it, a tentative thawing had begun. Hunter continued to move through the house like a silent sentinel, always present, never intrusive. He’d spend hours on calls related to James, the legal battle a constant undercurrent, but he never brought the stress of it to her. His focus was entirely on ensuring her comfort and peace. One morning, Evelyn woke to the soft light filtering through her curtains. She stretched, a rare, unburdened feeling unfurling in her chest. She decided to go to the veranda for some fresh air before breakfast. The wooden floorboards creaked softly under her bare f

  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   Beginning to warm up

    Grandma’s house itself was a balm: old-world charm mingled with comfortable clutter, bathed in the soft, diffused sunlight filtering through lace curtains. The scent of freshly baked bread and simmering spices replaced the sharp tang of antiseptic. It was peaceful, warm, and safe—a feeling Evelyn hadn't truly experienced in what felt like an eternity. Grandma, a woman with eyes that twinkled with profound kindness and hands that seemed perpetually dusted with flour, became Evelyn’s quiet anchor. From the moment Evelyn had arrived, a soft, woolen shawl draped over her shoulders by a beaming Grandma, she was treated not as a guest, but as a cherished daughter in law of the family. There were no probing questions, no demands for explanations, just an outpouring of quiet affection. "My dear child, you must be famished," Grandma would murmur, her voice like warm honey, ushering Evelyn to the large, polished dining table laden with dishes. "I made your favorite lentil soup, just like your

  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   quiet act

    The quiet act of returning The Galaxy Gemstone Company had created a subtle shift in the sterile hospital waiting room. Evelyn still held the legal documents, their weight a tangible representation of years of pain and, now, a hesitant flicker of unexpected peace. Hunter sat across from her, respecting her silence, his gaze fixed on the wall, but his presence felt less intrusive, less suffocating. Then, he spoke, his voice low, breaking the fragile quiet. "Evelyn, there's something else. Something else I need to address." She looked at him, her guard still firmly in place, but a flicker of morbid curiosity compelled her to listen. What now? More reparations? Hunter finally met her eyes, and there was a determined, almost fierce light in them. "James. I know he’s been a constant threat, a shadow hanging over you and your father’s legacy." Evelyn tensed. The very name was a venomous whisper in her mind. "What about him?" Evelyn asked, her voice flat, betraying none of the turmoil

  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   A flicker of hope

    Hunter had been gone for two days, two days since the explosive confrontation, two days since he'd stormed out with her phone, clutching those damning pictures. A part of her expected him to disappear forever, to confirm the ultimate betrayal she felt. Another, deeper part, a tiny, bruised ember, wondered if he'd actually follow through on his outlandish promise to "prove his innocence."She was weary. Weary of the pain, weary of the suspicion, weary of the constant battle within herself. Her husband, the man she had loved fiercely, had morphed into a stranger, then a perceived betrayer. Now, a villain, and then…what? A liar seeking redemption? She scoffed inwardly. A "sorry" from a cheater, she'd told him, was worthless.The door to the waiting room opened, and Evelyn looked up, her gaze flat, expecting a nurse, a doctor. Instead, Hunter stood there. He looked different. Gaunt, perhaps, but there was a new intensity in his eyes, a grim determination that hadn't been there before. H

  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   Never going back

    The click of the door latch echoed in the silence of the wisteria room, a small, definitive sound that ripped through Hunter. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed wooden panel, the stark finality of her words ringing in his ears. The air felt heavy, suffocating, laden with unspoken pain and insurmountable barriers. Slowly, his shoulders slumped. He backed away from the door, each step heavy, dragging. The carefully constructed facade of calm he had maintained for days, the relentless pursuit of truth, the desperate hope that had fueled him, all crumbled into dust. He didn’t go to his own room, or to the comfort of his grandmother's presence. Instead, he simply sank to the floor, right where he had spent so many nights, just outside her door. He didn't curl up. He didn't pace. He didn't make a sound. He simply sat, his long frame folded, his elbows resting on his knees, his head falling heavily into his hands. His fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it, as if tr

  • Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife   I'll never come back to you

    The silence that followed Hunter's raw confession hung heavy in the air, a palpable weight between them. Evelyn remained at the window, her back to him, the soft lamplight doing little to dispel the shadows clinging to her. Hunter’s words—"I can never cheat on you, Evelyn, because you are my only truth, my only desire"—were a potent balm to a wound she had believed festering, but they couldn't mend the deeper gashes left by neglect and absence. Finally, she moved, slowly, deliberately. She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, her shoulders still hunched, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face remained unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of composure that gave away nothing of the turmoil raging within her. Hunter, still standing frozen by the desk, watched her, his heart a raw, exposed nerve. Every fiber of his being yearned to cross the space between them, to kneel, to beg, to simply touch her, but he held back, respecting the invisible, yet impenetrable, ba

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