Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband
Chapter 14: He Was Furious!

Chapter 14: He Was Furious!

Claire’s POV

My eyes widened in shock. Evander was in a coma? How could something so significant happen, and no one thought to tell me? Was I truly no one? A flood of questions rushed through my mind, each one hitting me harder than the last.

Why didn’t anyone inform me? Not even a whisper about it. I had been in the hospital too, recovering for a week, filing for divorce, and then packing my things to leave the Kensington Mansion. There must have been so many opportunities to tell me... yet no one bothered.

Did I really mean so little?

And then another thought hit me like a ton of bricks—why wasn’t there any news coverage? How could a major accident involving a wealthy family like the Kensingtons go unnoticed by the media? There wasn’t even a single report about it.

My heart clenched, weighed down by the disappointment and confusion. The more I thought about it, the more my pain deepened, not just for myself but for what we both had endured in silence. We had been broken in different ways, carrying burdens we didn’t even know the other had.

I felt the sting of betrayal all over again.

No one spoke for a while, the air thick with unspoken words, until a small, milky voice broke the silence.

"Daddy!" Eliam’s cheerful call echoed through the room as he ran in, with Susan right behind him. She looked as elegant as ever, her expression poised, but for a fleeting moment, her face showed surprise when she saw me standing next to Evander.

"Forgive me," Susan said in her usual soft, calm tone. "Eliam didn’t want to stay at home. He kept asking to come here." Her voice was sweet, but I couldn’t help but sense something underneath it.

Evander’s eyes narrowed at Eliam as the little boy ran straight to me, wrapping his small arms around my legs. "Yes, Daddy! Aunt Susan is right. Eliam wanted to meet Mommy as soon as possible!" he exclaimed with a proud grin.

Mommy?

A wave of shock crashed over me. Why does this little boy keep calling me ’Mommy’? And worse—he was doing it right in front of Susan. Wasn’t she supposed to be his mother? My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation.

Susan’s face twitched, but she remained composed. I could feel her eyes on me, waiting for my reaction, and Evander stood silently, his expression unreadable.

Just what in the world was going on here?

"Why were you at my home this early?" Evander’s voice was cold, colder than I had ever heard it, even towards me.

Susan flinched under his gaze, her confidence faltering. "Evander... I—I just went there to..." she stammered, clearly trying to explain, but Evander wasn’t having it.

"Go back to the office. I’m on leave today," he said, cutting her off sharply, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as though her presence annoyed him.

Susan looked like she wanted to argue, her lips parting as if to speak, but when she saw the steel in his eyes, she stayed silent. She turned to leave, but not before casting me a final glance filled with her usual contempt. That familiar hatred burned in her eyes, like she blamed me for everything wrong in her life.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Eliam looked at me. "That Aunty is bad, Daddy!" He complained as he hid behind me. "She didn’t even let me eat and rushed me here! She kept asking me to call her Mommy all the time!"

"What!" Evander’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked at me and the kids hiding behind me. "Tell me more," he said, his tone firm yet restrained.

It was strange hearing him ask for more information with just a few words.

Evander had always been a man of few words. Back when we were married, conversations between us were practically nonexistent. He never gave me a compliment, never really acknowledged me unless he had to. I always thought it was just me, that he only treated me with such distance.

But seeing him now, it hit me. This was how he had always been, cold and detached, not just with me but in general. I wasn’t special. I had been married to this man for five years, and somehow, I realized, I barely knew him at all.

In those years, how could I have really known him? He was hardly ever home. We met once or twice a month, if I was lucky. Even at family events, where I was expected to be there, whether I wanted to attend or not, he was always detached. It wasn’t wrong to say that the man in front of me was practically a stranger.

Eliam didn’t say a word as he continued to hide behind me, flinching at every cold glare Evander threw his way.

"Eliam has recently started speaking after seeing you at the award function," Evander said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

But why was he telling me this? Why did his son call his own mother as Auntie? Just what the hell?

He turned to Eliam. "Don’t worry, she won’t come to you anymore!" Evander’s voice was firm as he walked away after taking Eliam with him, his face calm, but I could sense a shift in his demeanor.

He looked furious! But why? Did my presence really upset him that much? I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to make him so angry. There was so much left unsaid between us, and his sudden outburst only added to the confusion swirling in my mind. I wanted to understand what was happening.

I never said I wanted to come near them.

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