Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband
Chapter 28: Evander’s Feelings!

Chapter 28: Evander’s Feelings!

Evander’s POV

I hadn’t been myself lately. The weight of everything I lost was crushing me, and at times, I felt like I didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt enough that Claire left me when I was at my lowest, but now, knowing how much more I had lost, it felt unbearable.

When she came back, I was so relieved and felt alive. For a moment, I wanted to tell the whole world that she was my wife again. I almost announced it to the media, ready to make everything public. But when I looked at her, I saw that she didn’t want that. There was something cold and distant in her eyes. So, I stopped everything—the reports, the articles—because I knew she didn’t want any of it.

Even though she was close, it felt like she was still so far away from me.

I wanted to see her so badly, wanted to feel her in my arms and beg for her forgiveness, but did I deserve it? Was I even worthy of her affection and love? Had she ever truly loved me?

I had never seen her show any interest in me. To her, I was just someone sharing the same space, like a roommate. Our conversations were limited to breakfast and dinner, and she never asked when I would be back or if I wanted anything from her. It felt like I was living in a shadow, always watching her from a distance but never truly connecting.

I never expected anything from her, yet I was grateful to have Claire in my life. She was the most precious thing in my dull and stressful existence. Her laughter brightened my days, and her presence was a comfort I had taken for granted. But when she left me... it felt like I lost everything. The world around me turned gray, and I didn’t want to live anymore. Each breath became a struggle for me and reminded me how painful her absence was.

I wanted to search for her, to find her no matter where she was hiding. I knew she had taken a flight to France, so I looked everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Each passing day felt heavier without her, and my heart ached with every thought of her.

Then one day, while I was on a business trip to the USA, I saw her face in a magazine. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The person I had been searching for around the world was so close, yet I had failed to find her. My heart pounded in my chest as hope surged through me. I wished desperately to see her, to rush to her and ask her why she had left me.

But then the reality hit me hard. What did the divorce letter mean? How could she do this to me? The words she had written burned in my mind. It reminded me of her decision to walk away. I recalled her raw honesty and the way she had laid bare her feelings. I couldn’t shake off the sadness it brought me, and it twisted like a knife in my heart.

If I faced her now, would I even be able to hold myself together? I feared I would crumble under the weight of my emotions. Seeing her again would bring back all the memories—the laughter, the moments we shared, and the affection that once I felt in my life. But it would also remind me of the pain, the heartbreak, and the reasons she left.

I had to prepare myself for the possibility that I might lose control. The thought of her looking at me with sadness or anger was too much to bear. What if she didn’t want to see me? What if she had moved on completely? I wanted to reach out, but a part of me was terrified of what it would mean.

So, I kept my distance, trying to convince myself that I needed to be strong. But inside, I was a mess, torn between longing for her and the fear of facing the truth. All I could do was hope that one day I’d find the courage to confront my feelings and understand what had happened between us.

In those dark moments, I thought about the little things: her smile that could light up any room, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous.

But now, the silence was deafening. Had I been blind to her feelings? Or was I too caught up in my own insecurities to see how she might have cared and felt?

I lay awake at night, haunted by thoughts of her. I could feel the ache of my longing deep inside. I needed her back. I needed to tell her how much she meant to me and how I would change for her, if only she would give me a chance. But would she even want to hear it?

I was scared. Scared that I had already lost her forever and that I was not enough for someone as wonderful as Claire. Would she look at me with pity or anger? Or even worse with indifference? I wrestled each day with these thoughts; my heart was torn between hope and despair.

"Daddy!" I was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my nerves, when little Eliam wiggled onto my bed, holding my cell phone in his tiny hands.

"It’s Mommy! She is calling," he said, his eyes wide with excitement. I jolted upright, my heart raced as I eached for the phone.

Why was she calling? What could it be? A wave of confusion washed over me as I took the cell phone from his small hand. I held it to my ear with the hope of hearing her voice, but silence met me on the other end.

"Hello?" I called out as my voice trembled, but there was no response from the other side.

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