All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Evelyn's POV)Everywhere was quiet.Which was ironic, because I felt anything but calm as I let the words tumble out."I'm here to file for a divorce… and to have my identity erased.""Are you sure, Mrs. Hart?" He studied me from underneath his lashes, his fingers splayed on the edge of the document. "You understand what this means, right?"Mrs. Hart.It was all I had known for so long.My head moved in a nod. "I understand."The lawyer shifted uneasily in his seat. He'd known me and my husband for years, and I could guess that was the reason it made no sense to him. The whole city saw us as the golden couple."Evelyn, I can call you that, right?""It's much better than Mrs. Hart," I responded in clipped tone.A sigh escaped his lips. "Forgive me for saying this, but your husband…he adores you. Everyone knows that. He chased you for five years before you got married. Don't you think…""And… Identity erasure," he whispered, as if suddenly scared that the words would become real if he s

(Evelyn's POV)The golden hues of the sun settled across our tangled features from the parted blinds, and I groaned when it caressed my face."Are you good?" he whispered suddenly, his head rising from the pillows. Julian looked alluring, even though he'd just gotten out of bed. His curly hair was no way out of place, almost like he'd gotten up at one point in the night to give himself a makeover.The mere thought brought laughter to my lips, but it slipped out as another groan.Julian shot up at once, every inch of drowsiness gone from his eyes as he took in my frame beside him. He moved then, his fingers grazing the side of my face. "Baby…""Hmmm," I whispered, looking up at him, trying not to recoil. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.""Shhhh," he shook his head slowly, concern etched in his features. "I noticed you've been in a mood lately, since your birthday. Is it because of your period?"I wanted to scream that my mood started way before the birthday, that it was so ironic

(Evelyn's POV)"Are you sure?" were the words that spilled from Julian's lips. He took a small step closer to me, his hand hovering over mine, but not actually making contact. I tried so hard not to cringe away from him, but I couldn't help it.My dainty fingers smoothened over my dress as I got off the stone couch, putting as much distance as I could between us without giving anything away. My eyes met his concerned gaze, and in a sweet tone, I uttered."There's nothing wrong, babe. I just… I'm just feeling so exhausted. I want to go back home."Julian narrowed his eyes, seemingly trying to read me. I flashed my teeth in his direction, catching him off guard when I offered him my hand."Come on," I drawled. "Before I collapse from waiting too long."That did the trick for Julian. He took my hand, bringing me close and kissing my temple. "I love you," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you so much that it hurts."I bit my lips hard, filled with so much hatred for

(Evelyn's POV)The driver pulled away from the curb and I didn't look back at Serena's window. I didn't need to. The image was already burned into my brain—two shadows becoming one, while I sat alone in a cab that smelled like strangers and cigarettes.The city flew past through the window. Streetlights and billboards. People walking hand-in-hand, laughing, living their normal lives. I used to be one of them. I used to think I had it all figured out."You know what the worst part is?" I didn't mean to speak out loud, but the driver nodded encouragingly. "I suspected. Deep down, I knew something was wrong. But I convinced myself I was being crazy. That I was imagining things. That a man who chased me for five years wouldn't throw it all away.""People do stupid things," the driver said quietly. "Doesn't make it your fault.""Doesn't it? I ignored every red flag. Every gut feeling. I made excuses for him.""That's called trust. Nothing is wrong with trusting your husband.""Ex-husband."

(Evelyn's POV)I locked the bedroom door and slid down against it, knees pulled to my chest. The tears came before I could stop them. Raw choking sobs that shook my whole body. I'd give myself five minutes to fall apart, and then I'd pull myself back together.I counted the seconds in my head, focusing on breathing between each wave of grief. When the timer in my mind hit zero, I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood.The suitcases were at the top of the closet. I pulled them down, dust coating my fingers. We'd bought them for our honeymoon in Bali. Seven years ago, when everything still felt right.I threw open drawers and started grabbing clothes without really looking at them. Jeans, shirts, underwear, just basics. Nothing he'd given me. I left behind the designer dresses he'd bought for company events, the silk nightgowns he loved, the cashmere sweaters from last Christmas.From the nightstand, I took my grandmother's jewelry box. The pearls she'd worn on her wedding