Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

Susan’s POV

I clenched my fists in fury, feeling the heat rise to my face as Gloria’s words echoed in my mind from last night’s call. Take Evander under your wing as soon as possible, or else... he will slip through your fingers like sand. The thought of losing him after all these years was unbearable. My heart pounded as a twisted mix of rage and desperation built inside me.

"No... no... no... I can’t let this happen!" I muttered through gritted teeth and forced myself to stay composed. It was already challenging enough to keep that little pest, Claire, in check. And now, Evander was openly drifting toward her, as if my years of careful planning meant nothing!

How could he betray me like this? After everything I had done— every move I had made, everything that I told him, and every look I had given him. I worked too hard and sacrificed too much to let that pathetic woman win. The very thought made my blood boil.

"As long as I am alive," I hissed to myself, a dark smile tugging at my lips, "I won’t let Evander fall into her hands. I didn’t spend years molding him, making him mine, just to hand him over to her once again." I took a sharp breath, feeling the satisfying chill of my resolve harden within me.

Evander belongs to me. And if Claire thought otherwise, well... I would make sure she understood just how wrong she was.

I paced the room, frustration simmering as I racked my brain for a way to pull Evander’s attention back to me. Claire had been creeping further into his life, and I could feel him slipping away. I needed something that would shake him and force him to care about me again and come back to me.

Then, an idea hit me—a subtle accident that would leave just the right impression.

I moved to the kitchen and, after a careful glance around, filled the kettle with water and set it to boil. Once it was ready, I poured a bit into a mug, holding it just loosely enough that a sudden "accidental" spill would be believable. Taking a deep breath, I let my hand tilt a little too far, spilling the hot water over my wrist.

The scalding heat seared my skin, and I winced and almost cried out of pain, but I quickly pulled myself together and dialed Angel’s number, and soon enough, she picked up the call.

"Angel," I said in a soft, shaky voice as I was really in burning pain, "I have... burned myself. It’s not serious, but I think I need someone here— I am a bit shaken up and in a lot of pain."

Angel’s voice turned frantic, laced with genuine concern. "Miss Susan! Are you all right? Please don’t move— I... I’m in a meeting right now, but I’ll send someone over immediately!"

"Don’t!" I replied firmly, my voice trembling just enough to sound desperate, but I was in real pain too. "Don’t send just anyone. Call Evander and tell him I’m hurt badly! I need him here."

"Yes! I will call him right away," Angel replied without hesitation, hanging up quickly to reach him.

As soon as the call ended, I set my phone aside. A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips. The plan was working perfectly, but I needed a little extra to make sure he would have no choice but to take care of me. I turned my attention to the stairs, bracing myself as I carefully positioned my foot on the edge of a step.

With a deep breath, I took a slight misstep, twisting my ankle just enough to make it look like a genuine accident. Pain shot up my leg, and I bit my lips in pain to stop myself from wincing. The injury would hurt, but it would be worth it if it meant Evander would have to carry me in his arms; his concern for me would be my reward for me.

Now, all I had to do was wait. Soon, Evander would arrive, and this little "accident" would bring him right back to me.

Evander’s POV 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

I sighed in irritation as I picked up my phone and listened to Susan’s assistant, Angel, babble on about some accident. Why was I the one being called to pick her up? Didn’t she have an entire staff for that?

However, I needed to take care of her since I owed her a lot and I couldn’t leave her alone in pain.

Out of some sense of obligation, I found myself heading to the car. Just as I settled into the driver’s seat, a sudden knock on my window made me pause. I glanced over, my brows knitting together as I saw Claire standing outside, looking at me expectantly.

I rolled down the window and gave her a questioning look. "Claire? What are you doing here?"

Claire tilted her head with a soft and awkward smile. "I heard Susan is hurt, and you were going to see her! I thought you might need some help!"

I hesitated. There was something calming about her presence, and part of me preferred her company, but I didn’t wish to trouble her because of someone else. "It’s alright! I will take care of this matter! You can stay here and leave after that." I replied firmly.

"Someone I know is in trouble... I couldn’t leave her like this!" Claire said as she slipped into the car and buckled her seatbelt. She gave me a small smile. "Let’s get going!"

I looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "All right. If you are up for it, I have no problem."

We drove in silence for a while; the silence creeped between us until Claire finally spoke up. "You seem to care about her a lot," she said, her tone thoughtful.

I glanced over, surprised. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged, looking out the window. "Just that... you are always there for her. It’s like you care more about her than anyone else."

Her words hung in the air, making me look at her as the car came to a halt at the red light!