Semua Bab Chasing His Ex-wife Back : Bab 21 - Bab 30

(Evelyn’s POV) The city lights streaked past the tinted window. neon reflections smearing across the glass like a painter’s reckless brush strokes. I sat motionless in the Backseat. My fingers absently tracing the Seam of my dress as the adrenaline still pulsed beneath my skin. The rush of power. Of dominance. Clung to me like expensive perfume, heady, intoxicating. I made my move. And it was a bold one. My phone lay face down on my lap, its screen dark, but the words I had sent still burned in my mind. I don’t play games with babies. A smirk curled my lips. It had been the perfect response, sharp, final. A statement that left no room for doubt. I imagined the sting of my words sinking in, imagined the moment of hesitation on the other end, the quickening of breath, the anger coiling behind clenched teeth. The thought alone sent another thrill through me. Then, my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. A violent, repetitive hum against the smooth leather seat, shattering my momentary sat

(Sebastian’s POV) The soft hum of the air conditioner pulsed through my office, blending with the rhythmic clatter of my fingers against the keyboard. The glow from my dual monitors bathed the room in an artificial bluish hue, casting long shadows over the towering stacks of documents cluttering my mahogany desk. Numbers blurred together on the screen, but I kept my focus sharp, filtering through reports with the precision drilled into me over years of discipline. Then..buzz. The sudden vibration of my phone shattered the quiet. My fingers froze above the keys, my gaze flicking toward the screen. Unknown Caller. A slight frown tugged at my brow. I wasn’t expecting any calls, certainly not from an unlisted number at this hour. A part of me considered ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. But something, instinct, curiosity, a nagging pull I couldn’t quite place, made me reach for the device. I hesitated. Then, inhaling slowly, I swiped to answer and brought the phone to my ear

Sebastian’s POVThe drive to school was quiet. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that Was not peaceful but unsettling. Crawling under my skin like an itch I could not scratch.My fingers gripped the Steering wheel. My Knuckles White as My thoughts tangled into a mess I couldn’t unravel. The call. The nagging doubts. The questions that loomed without answers.Beside me, Vanessa talked. Her voice was light, animated. Filling the silence with talk of Princess, the dress, the shoes, something about a tiara. Normally, I’d nod along, maybe even throw in a comment to show I was listening. But today, her words barely registered. Drowned under the weight pressing against my chest.“Seb?”Her voice cut through the fog, followed by a gentle nudge against my arm.I blinked. The road ahead had blurred for a moment, the lines smearing together before snapping back into focus.“Hm?” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough around the edges.Vanessa sighed. “I said, should we get her the pink one or

(Evelyn pov)The scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around me like a soft hug, drifting through the air and mingling with the faint citrus notes of the cleaning spray from earlier. The warm mug sat snug between my palms as I stirred a generous spoonful of honey into the rich liquid, watching the golden stream swirl and melt away. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the edge of the table in my office, letting the gentle warmth seep into my hands, hoping it would somehow reach my chest too.Mornings like this used to mean something, a sliver of stillness before the storm of the day. Peaceful. Predictable. But lately, they only served as fleeting distractions, temporary veils draped over the chaos I refused to name. I stared at the cup a second longer before taking a small sip, letting the sweetness linger on my tongue.Then, I heard the door click open behind me. Not hurried. Not hesitant. Just familiar. Too familiar.“You’re late,” I said, not bothering to turn around

( Sebastian POV)On my way home, I found myself turning off the main road without thinking. One moment, I was driving past familiar buildings, replaying the conversation I'd just had in my head, and the next, my car had slipped into a small parking lot beside a bright, cheery-looking store with cartoon stickers on the glass windows.A kids’ store.I sat behind the wheel for a moment, staring at the entrance. I hadn’t planned this. I wasn’t even sure what made me turn. But something had pulled me here, quiet and insistent. Maybe it was the memory of her laugh. Or maybe it was the way she clung to me earlier, so easily, like I was already someone she trusted.Before I could second-guess myself, I stepped out of the car.The bell over the door jingled as I walked in, and suddenly I was surrounded, shelves of pastel onesies, racks of tiny jeans and frilly dresses, little shoes lined up like toys. The air smelled faintly like baby powder and plastic, and the colors, so many of them, felt l