Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

Evander’s POV

I was furious. No, burning in anger that I couldn’t even describe it. The mere thought of Claire being in the news with Damian, of all people, was enough to set my blood boiling. I knew there was nothing between them, but the insecurities and the gnawing jealousy in my chest refused to let me rest.

Damian. My only friend with whom I could confide in. The only one I could tolerate in this world full of idiots. Yet here he was, the cause of this burning rage. Should I just go and kill him and end everything with one swift move? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The thought flickered in my mind, dark and tempting, but I knew Damian wasn’t just anybody. He was my only true friend in this world. And even if I had Caspian, he was just another idiot and dumber than Damian. But he had not done anything that Damian did!

But what should I do with this rage? How was I supposed to endure this?

"Boss, is there anything I can do for you regarding the articles?" Zaniel’s voice broke through my storm of thoughts.

"Scram!" I barked, my glare sharp enough to cut steel. The idiot had been teasing me the whole day and filling my head with poisonous doubts. His words were still floating in my mind that Claire might leave me.

"Fuck!" I growled under my breath, my hands curling into fists. I couldn’t take this anymore. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with every passing second.

I had to see her. Now.

I stormed out, barely aware of where I was going. My only focus was Claire. I wanted to face her, confront her, and make it clear—she was mine. She couldn’t leave me, not even if she wanted to.

The idea of her being with another man, even in the most innocent sense, made my chest tighten. I could feel the possessiveness clawing at my sanity. If she dared to entertain the idea of anyone else, I would destroy him. I would rip them apart, leaving that person with nothing but the ashes of his remains.

Damian, though? His name felt sour in my mouth. I wouldn’t kill him—not yet—but I would make sure he understood. He was out of this project now. Gone. And not just this one—he would never work in showbiz again, not as long as Claire was still in the industry. I didn’t care if I lost millions. No man would be allowed near her, let alone one whose name could even be whispered in the same breath as hers.

I wasn’t just angry— I was consumed by my jealousy. She was mine, and the world needed to know it. If Claire hadn’t realized it yet, I would make it clear to her too.

No matter what it took, no matter what I had to do, Claire Reed wasn’t leaving me. Never

I was determined. With Damian, I’d ruin every person who dared to spread those baseless rumors, and whoever leaked the news would regret it. As the elevator doors opened and I stepped out, still lost in my storm of thoughts when someone called out to me.

"Hi, Evan! It’s been a long time."

It was Susan. She stood there, her smile bright but nauseatingly fake. My anger flared even more. I had no time for her games. I was on my way to destroy those who dared involve Claire in this mess and then deal with Damian. But now, seeing Susan brought back a flood of memories I didn’t want to revisit.

I clenched my fists as I decided to ignore her. She wasn’t worth the energy. I walked past her without saying a word.

"I saw the article," Susan pronounced, her voice laced with a mocking tone, making me stop in my tracks. "I always knew she was like this! I mean... wasn’t it the same when we were together? She made a scene about us being in the news and left you, but look at her now. What an irony!"

Her words hit me like a slap. My entire body froze. The fire in me, the jealousy, the overwhelming need kill someone... it all vanished. Instead, my mind went blank.

For a moment, I couldn’t move or even think. Susan’s voice like a distant echo in the back of my mind.

I took a deep breath as I turned slightly, my expression cold and unreadable. "Susan," I said, my voice low and sharp, "you really have nothing better to do, do you?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but I didn’t wait to hear more. Ignoring her again, I walked away.

But where should I go from here? What was I even thinking? How could I be so blinded by my emotions, so full of myself, that I let jealousy take over?

Just the thought of Claire’s name being linked with someone else made my blood boil. And yet, this was only the first time I had faced something like this. How much worse had it been for Claire all those times I ignored her feelings? She had to endure seeing my name tied to someone else repeatedly, especially with Susan, and I never even cared to explain myself.

Now, here I was, ready to lash out at anyone who came near her, acting as though I had the right to control everything. What kind of person did that make me? How could I even think about harming my own best friend?

The thought made me stop in my tracks. Damian had been my closest friend for years, someone who stood by me when no one else did. And yet, one baseless rumor was enough for me to turn on him? Was I even human?

No.

Gloria was right— I was nothing more than a killing machine. I destroyed everything I touched, everyone who dared come close to me. And now I was on the verge of doing the same to Claire once again.

I exhaled shakily, pulling out my phone to distract myself. My hands trembled as I scrolled through my notifications, unsure of what I was even looking for. Then I saw it— a message from Claire.

"Evan... Please don’t think too much about the rumors. Have faith in me."

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PS: So, Damian was right! Evander was on his way to kill him, LOL.