Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

Claire’s POV

My heart pounded wildly, and I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, nervousness, or something else altogether. I couldn’t shake the warmth I had felt when Evander held me close; his arms were strong and steady around me. He had come to me after realizing I was in trouble.

It felt strange seeing him like this. He was always so composed, always dressed in his pristine suits, never once leaving his mansion without that polished armor. But here he was, standing in my small apartment in casual clothes, looking nothing like the distant, controlled man I had once known.

Why? Why did he care so much? He could have ignored me or sent someone else, the way he always had in the past. But instead, he showed up himself, and I couldn’t make sense of it. My heart beat even faster, as if it understood something I couldn’t admit to myself. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

As I tried to calm down, I felt something soft tugging at my hand. I looked down to find Eliam gazing up at me with his big eyes filled with tears. My heart tightened at the sight.

I didn’t understand why Evander suddenly had this child in his life. He had never been with Susan, yet here was Eliam, clinging to me with a trust and innocence I couldn’t ignore. The little guy’s presence stirred something in me, something that made me want to protect him, to give him the kindness he seemed to crave.

As I held Eliam’s small hand, I realized that no matter how complicated things were with Evander, I already felt a connection to his son. And deep down, despite everything, I felt something pulling me toward Evander too.

"Mommy, is Daddy really angry?" Eliam asked, his small voice filled with worry. I pulled him onto my lap, ignoring the dull ache in my own body. As I felt him close, I felt his warmth and the softness of his tiny frame, which made all my pain fade.

"No, baby! Your daddy isn’t angry at all," I assured him, my voice soft as I gently ran my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t believe how much he looked like Evander, as if he were a perfect little copy.

Eliam’s lip trembled as he looked up at me. "Then... then Daddy won’t leave me, right?"

The look in his eyes tugged at something deep within me. I didn’t fully understand what he meant, but his fear was clear as day. My heart twisted, and I gently brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of his bright blue eyes.

"Did your father ever leave you alone?" I asked softly, wanting him to feel safe enough to tell me.

"Aunt Susan... she said if I ever make him angry... he won’t want to see me again," he whispered, his small fingers curling around mine as he trembled.

I felt a surge of anger rise within me. How could Evander let a woman like Susan be around this child? How could he allow her to fill Eliam’s head with such cruel, heartless lies?

"Listen to me, Eliam," I said, my voice calm but firm as I held his little face in my hands. "Your daddy loves you very much. No one—not Susan, not anyone—can make him stop caring about you. Do you understand?"

He nodded slowly, the worry in his eyes fading just a bit. I hugged him closer, stroking his hair as I promised myself I would protect him from that woman. This sweet, gentle child deserved to feel safe, to feel loved, without anyone tearing him down. And if Evander couldn’t see the harm Susan was causing, then I would be there for Eliam to make sure he never doubted his worth again.

I was still lost in thought when the door clicked open, and Evander walked in. His presence filled the room, a chill running down my spine as his tall frame cast a shadow over me.

"Why are you carrying the child?" he asked, reaching forward to take Eliam from my arms. I instinctively slapped his hand away, and he paused, looking down at me in confusion.

"You are hurt. You shouldn’t be carrying the little thing," he said said in a low tone.

Thing? How could he call little cutie a thing? I glared up at him, holding Eliam tighter as the boy snuggled closer, pressing his face into my shoulder as if hiding from his father.

"He is not a thing, Evander!" I shot back, my voice sharp as I shielded Eliam with my arms. "He is your son. Look at him—he is terrified, and all you are doing is making him more scared."

Evander’s expression softened, just barely, as his eyes moved to Eliam. "Son, come to your father," he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard. "Your... mother isn’t feeling well."

The word "mother" hung in the air, and my heart skipped a beat. Hearing him say it, even hesitantly, sent a wave of unexpected warmth through me. I couldn’t quite hide the surprise in my eyes, and I saw him notice, though he quickly looked back to Eliam.

"It’s okay, baby! Go to your dad," I murmured softly, but I could see Eliam’s eyes growing heavy. Rather than handing him over, I carefully set him beside me on the bed, letting him settle against my side as he drifted off. I glanced up at Evander, meeting his surprised gaze.

"Let him sleep here."

"Oh," he replied, a small sound of surprise escaping him. For a moment, I thought I saw a spark in his eyes, but I quickly brushed it off as my imagination. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so I spoke up again, crossing my arms slightly.

"He can stay with me tonight; you can come back tomorrow to take him home," I said, unable to hold back a small, satisfied smile. But just as I thought I’d taken control of the situation, Evander stepped closer his gaze was intense.

Without warning, he leaned in, his face suddenly so close to me and...

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