Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband
Chapter 15: Claire’s Final Decision

Chapter 15: Claire’s Final Decision

Claire’s POV

After checking on Grandma and making sure she was settled, I returned to my hotel. The moment I walked in, Sissy, my manager, rushed toward me, arms wide open.

"Gurl, where have you been? I was freaking out!" Sissy exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. She wasn’t just my manager; she was my rock, my only confidant. We had been through everything together.

Before I could respond, she pulled back, giving me a playful grin. "And who was that hunk? Where did he take you? Did you guys... you know," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I sighed, too drained to react to her usual banter. While Sissy knew a lot about me, there were still things she didn’t understand. She knew I’d been cheated on, knew I’d lost my child, but she didn’t know who he really was—or the depth of the pain he’d caused. Some truths I just wasn’t ready to share.

"He... He was my husband." The words slipped out, and I could see Sissy’s jaw practically hit the floor.

"Are you for real?" She gasped, grabbing my hands and staring into my eyes as if trying to find any hint of a joke. "He really was your husband? I mean, he did call you his wife, but still!" Her shock was palpable, but I couldn’t find the energy to react.

Instead, I stayed silent, letting her words hang in the air as I walked toward the bathroom. I wasn’t here to rehash my painful past with Evander, not today. Today was about something else—someone else.

Today was the anniversary of when I first found out I was pregnant. It was supposed to be a happy memory, but it hurt too much to even think about. For years, I had avoided coming to this place. But now that I was finally here, it was harder than I thought.

But then there was Eliam, sweet little Eliam, who kept calling me "Mommy" like it was the most natural thing in the world. His innocent love tugged at something deep inside me. Somehow, hearing him say it made me want to hold onto him, protect him, and never let go.

The crazy part? I didn’t just want to keep him close—I wanted to steal him away. Away from that cold, distant man who didn’t seem capable of giving him the love he deserved.

Yes, I had fallen in love with that little boy, and the thought of leaving him behind tore me apart.

I stood under the shower, letting the water wash over me, hoping it would help calm my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, the tears kept falling. I couldn’t stop myself from crying as memories of the past flooded my thoughts.

Every drop of water felt like a reminder of everything I had lost. Since coming back here, my mind was a whirlwind of flashbacks—moments that replayed in my head.

I closed my eyes and let the warm water mix with my tears. It was too much.

With each cry, I fought to find my strength. I needed to make sense of it all. How could I move forward when the past haunted me so much? Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that I was still here, still fighting.

But as long as I had the memories of my baby, I knew I would never be able to move on. Those moments were etched in my heart, tying me to Evander in a way I couldn’t escape.

Even if I wanted to, our connection would always linger, wrapped in the love I felt for our child. It was like an invisible thread linking us, reminding me that we shared something precious, something that could never be erased.

Every time I thought of my baby, I felt a tug in my heart, pulling me back to Evander. It was a bittersweet reminder of the love I once had and the family we could have been. No matter how much I tried to distance myself, our shared past kept drawing me in. I realized I would always be involved with Evander.

I soon emerged from the washroom, feeling a little more refreshed. I slipped into a black dress that hugged my figure but was still glamorous enough to lift my spirits. After all, I was going to meet my child after so long! I didn’t want to look like a bad or sad mother. I wanted to create some happy memories with him.

"Where are you going?" Sissy asked as she entered the room, holding a file in her hand. "A director just contacted me and wants you to audition for this role. If you—"

I interrupted her, not wanting to hear more. "Please turn them down! I don’t wish to!" I said plainly, trying to convey my determination. I had no intention of staying in this country for long. There was no need for me to start any work or get involved with Evander or anyone from the Kensington family.

Sissy frowned, sensing my resolve. "But this could be a great opportunity for you! It’s a big project, and you could really shine."

I shook my head, my heart heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. "I appreciate it, Sissy, but right now, I want to leave this country, and I need to figure things out for myself first."

I could see her disappointment, but I was sure of my priorities. If I stay here longer, I would go crazy; leaving this country was the best!

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