Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

As the kiss grew deeper, memories of that awful night flashed in my mind—the night I had been taken, and he had kissed me just like this. The anger burned inside me. How could he?

I didn’t want to let this go on and I decided to... to end this. I bit his lip hard and pulled back, shoving him away from me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Evander looked shocked, and a flicker of hurt crossed his face, but I didn’t care. "I am done," I said, my voice shaking a little. "I am not letting you mess with my life like this."

He took a step toward me, but I backed away. "I told you, Evander, there is no going back. You had your chance, and it’s too late now."

"Claire..." he began, his voice soft, almost pleading.

"No," I cut him off, looking him in the eye. "I won’t let you drag me into your mess again." Then, without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, holding on to the last bit of strength I had left.

I went into my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it as my heart raced. I felt so weak whenever he was around, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the memories from that night— the night I was kidnapped. Evander had stormed into that room, his face was cold, and without warning, he had kissed me, as if I were his and he had every right. I had been so confused, and when Susan finally let me go, he didn’t even try to stop her. He simply watched as I left and even made sure I got to the hospital.

I still couldn’t make sense of what had happened that day. It felt like pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit together. But one thing was clear— something I had fought hard to deny... I still loved him, that stubborn, cold and infuriating man. And now, knowing the truth, realizing it wasn’t him who had betrayed me but my own misunderstanding, it made my chest ache.

I had ruined everything because I let my doubt take control over my love for him. Instead of talking to him, instead of asking him about Susan, I had let others fill my mind with lies. I had assumed the worst and didn’t give him a chance to explain. Looking back at it now, I saw how naive I had been, too trusting of the wrong people. All the so-called "proof" of their relationship had seemed so real at the time, and I had believed it without question.

I sighed, as I couldn’t deny that we both are equally responsible for destroying our marriage. I went to the bed and dropped onto the edge of the bed as I tried my best not to wake the little guy up.

I looked at Eliam, feeling a deep ache in my chest. If only I had confronted Evander back then, if only I had trusted him a little more... maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe we wouldn’t be here now, so broken and so distant.

But it was too late. There was nothing I could do to fix the mess we were in. Everything had fallen apart, and, honestly, I didn’t even have the strength to try anymore. I was exhausted, worn down by all the pain and the lies. This relationship had taken me to the edge, to the point where I almost didn’t want to go on. If it hadn’t been for that one person who had pulled me back, who made me see that I could keep going... I might have given up completely.

I was still in my thoughts when the door of my room was knocked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Evander’s POV

I stood there, staring at the closed door, feeling hurt and sad. It was like the door itself was mocking me, reminding me that Claire didn’t want me and that she would never be mine again. But even so, I wasn’t ready to give up. I’d do anything to bring her back, to make her see that she was the only one who mattered to me.

But before I could even think about winning her back, I had to understand why she thought I was with Susan. How had she come to believe that Susan was important to me, or worse—that Susan was Eliam’s mother? Just the thought of it made my chest tighten. How could Claire have believed something like that?

No, I couldn’t let this go on. This misunderstanding had to be cleared up once and for all. I needed Claire to know the truth. She deserved to know that, all this time, it had only ever been her.

I stood there thinking for a while when my eyes fell on the unkept lady on the couch. She was totally drunk and mumbling something. I glared at her for a while and tried to remember where I had seen her, but I couldn’t think of where I had seen her.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the woman passed out on the couch. She looked a mess, mumbling drunkenly, and for a second, I tried to remember if I’d ever seen her before. But nothing came to mind, so I gave up on that thought.

Still, I couldn’t just walk out without saying something to Claire. She had Eliam here, and as much as I wanted to just leave, I knew I couldn’t ignore him. I needed to let Claire know before I went.

I went to the closed door and knocked there. I waited for a while, but she didn’t open the door. "It’s alright if you don’t want to open the door; I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving!" I said and left after waiting there for a while.

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Hello again! I just noticed that I had mixed up the names of Susan and Isabella! Intillaly, I used Isabella instead of Susan, however, I ended up changing it for some reason and forgot to edit the Chapter! Do inform me if you find something like this!

Thank you!