All Chapters of Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The day's emotional turmoil had taken its toll on Evelyn. After their heart-wrenching conversation in the attic, she had retreated to the living room, seeking the soft comfort of the couch. The gentle rustle of the evening breeze and the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock were a soothing lullaby. She had curled up, a book resting unread on her chest, and without realizing it, she had drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep. Hunter found her there, a quiet, vulnerable figure in the soft lamplight. Her hair was a messy cascade of dark waves against the cream-colored cushions, and her face, in the peaceful repose of sleep, was a study in soft vulnerability. All the defenses, the walls she had so painstakingly built, were gone. He felt a profound, aching tenderness swell in his chest. He moved quietly, a silent shadow in the room. From a nearby chair, he retrieved a thick, woolen blanket, one that Grandma always kept there. With meticulous care, he knelt beside the couch and gently

The morning sun, bright and unwavering, streamed through the large kitchen windows, illuminating the fine dust motes dancing in the air. For the first time in months, Evelyn felt a powerful surge of energy, a restless vitality that had been missing since the accident. Her body was healing, and with that physical recovery came a fierce, undeniable need to reclaim her life. The passive days of convalescence were over. Hunter walked into the kitchen, a steaming mug of her favorite herbal tea already in his hand. He looked tired, the faint shadows under his eyes more pronounced than usual. But when he saw the look on her face—the quiet, determined glint in her eye—he immediately sensed a change in her. "Good morning," he said, his voice soft, a hint of concern in his gaze. "You're up early." "I have a lot to do," Evelyn replied, her voice firm. She was already at the counter, her laptop open, the screen a glowing testament to her renewed purpose. He placed the mug on the counter besi

The quiet of Evelyn's office was a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. She was alone, the city skyline a distant, glittering distraction. The initial adrenaline of her return had faded, replaced by a deep, gnawing introspection. She was thinking about Hunter. Her heart, so recently warmed by Vinni's words, was now a confusing mix of regret and a slow-burning fury. She had been so convinced. For years, she had nursed a silent, bitter wound, a pain so profound she had built her life around it. The betrayal. The other woman. Sophia. Evelyn had believed, with a certainty that was now sickening, that Hunter had cheated on her. The whispers, the late nights, the emotional distance—Sophia had twisted every fragment of their broken marriage into a narrative of infidelity. The stolen moments she had been told about, the late-night texts, the whispered conversations—they had all been a lie, a carefully constructed illusion to tear her world apart. Now, she replayed every memory, e

The restaurant buzzed with the low hum of conversation, polished silverware clinking against porcelain, crystal glasses sparkling under warm lights. At the corner table beneath a trio of pendant lamps, Sophia stood ramrod straight, her hair a tangled halo around her flushed face. She fidgeted with the frayed cuff of her jacket, each movement sharp and impatient. Evelyn, perfectly poised if a little pale, sat across from her, fingers tightly clasped in her lap.Hunter, towering and stoic, occupied the seat beside Evelyn, his dark gaze sweeping the room, attentive—protective."Honestly, Evelyn," Sophia sneered, voice pitched loud enough for the surrounding tables to catch every syllable. "I can't believe you'd show your face here. After everything. After—" Her voice climbed, wild and biting, "—all the humiliating things you let happen to yourself. It’s tragic, really."Evelyn flinched, color rising in her cheeks as diners leaned in, eager for the next damning word. Sophia’s lips curled

Evelyn’s sleep that night was restless, fragmented—dreams flickered past her closed eyelids, fragments of Sophia’s haunted face and Hunter’s voice overlapping in a confusing blur. When she woke, the light creeping in through the curtains was soft and gray, the early quiet of the house making her feel as if she’d returned to herself after a long absence.She reached across the bed. The space beside her was empty. In the silence, her heart thudded with new questions. Had she really told Hunter he could have another chance? The memory returned with a heavy, uncertain comfort: the way his large hand had hovered between them, how solemn he'd been when he’d spoken promise after tender promise. She closed her eyes, feeling his thumb stroking the back of her hand. The warmth—so steady and careful—had made her ache with both longing and suspicion.She pressed a palm to her chest and let out a slow, shaky sigh. What if this was just another loop of pain? She’d said she’d try—just try, not more.