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Chapter 4: shattered vows
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Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter107: After the fire
Morning came quietly — too quietly for someone who’d spent months surviving storms.Evelyn woke before dawn, the first rays of light spilling gently across her bed. For once, there were no nightmares. No pounding in her chest. Just stillness.She sat up, the silk sheets sliding off her shoulders, and let the air settle around her. In the hallway, she could hear the faint murmur of her children stirring — the sleepy shuffling of little feet, the creak of the stairs, Rolland’s soft yawn.It was ordinary.And it was everything she’d ever wanted.By eight, she was already dressed — black slacks, crisp blouse, hair tied back with the kind of precision that meant control.Liam arrived on time, as always, tablet in hand, eyes alert.“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted, though his tone had softened over the months. “The press release draft is ready. And—” He hesitated, scanning her face. “You’re sure you want to go public with this?”Evelyn adjusted her jacket. “I don’t want to. I need to.”“On
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 106: the strength to stay soft
The morning after Kent’s birthday dawned quietly, almost reverently.Soft beams of sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, catching the faint shimmer of confetti still scattered on the living room floor. The laughter and chaos of the night before lingered in the air, gentle echoes of something sacred — a peace Evelyn had thought she’d never feel again.She stood barefoot in the kitchen, her robe loosely tied, cradling a cup of tea between her palms. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her as she looked out the window to where the children were playing in the garden.Anastasia was trying to braid Rolland’s hair, and Kent — ever impatient — was shouting orders from the swing as if he were their commander. Their laughter floated through the open window, the kind that made Evelyn’s chest ache with gratitude.Peace, she realized, wasn’t a gift. It was a choice. One she had fought for with every bruise, every sleepless night, every ounce of strength she’d ever had to summon.She si
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 105: Homecoming
The house had never felt this alive.For years, Evelyn’s mansion had been silent — a shell of marble and memory. The chandeliers gleamed, the floors shone, but the air had always felt heavy, as though every polished surface remembered the arguments, the losses, the empty nights when laughter was a ghost she couldn’t conjure.Today was different.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, soft and golden. The scent of vanilla and butter wafted through the kitchen. Balloons bobbed gently above the dining table, their ribbons curling like lazy smiles. For the first time in years, the Hart home felt like a home — warm, lived-in, real.Evelyn stood in the middle of it all, smoothing the edges of a birthday banner she’d insisted on hanging herself. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from exhaustion but from something she hadn’t felt in a long time — contentment.“Mom!” Anastasia’s voice came from the hallway, bright and impatient. “Kent’s trying to sneak into the kitchen again!”Evelyn laugh
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 104: The weight of victory
Evelyn sighed softly, setting her mug down. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the espresso machine and the quiet chaos of morning life.“‘The Fall of Abbas Karim,’” she repeated, her voice low, almost thoughtful. “They make it sound like a tragedy.”Liam lingered near the door, file in hand. “For some, it is. He built half this city’s economy. People are still trying to make sense of it — of you.”She turned toward him, one brow lifting. “Me?”“You’re the headline now,” Liam said. “The daughter who destroyed the empire. The woman who broke the silence.” He hesitated, as if weighing his next words. “They want to know what comes next.”Evelyn leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. The morning light caught the faint silver in her hair — proof that even victories left their mark. “What comes next?” she murmured. “Nothing newsworthy, I hope.”Liam gave a small smile. “You could take a break, you know. A real one. No phone calls, no board m
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 103: the aftermath of war
The house was finally quiet again.No more calls from lawyers.No more men tailing her cars.No more sleepless nights wondering who would strike next.But peace, Evelyn realized, didn’t come with silence.It came with ghosts.The city had returned to its rhythm — taxis honking below, pedestrians rushing through the morning drizzle, unaware of the war that had just ended behind corporate curtains and bloodless battles fought with signatures and secrets.Evelyn sat in her study, her hands wrapped loosely around a mug that had long gone cold. The faint hum of Chicago’s waking streets drifted through the open window. The morning sun spilled across the desk, catching the edge of the framed photograph before her — Kent’s shy smile, Anastasia’s gap-toothed grin, Rolland’s mischievous squint.That photo had once been her armor. Now, it was her reward.The same walls that once echoed with whispers of fear now held only the soft rustle of peace. Yet, underneath the calm, Evelyn could still feel
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 102: the cost of peace
It rained that night — soft, steady rain, washing the city clean.The world outside Evelyn’s window shimmered beneath the downpour, lights bending and blurring behind the glass. Water traced thin silver lines down the pane, splitting her reflection into fragments — the woman she had been, the one she had become, and the one still learning how to exist without war.Her office was dim, quiet except for the faint hum of electricity and the soft patter of rain. The chaos that had defined her for years — the courtrooms, the headlines, the threats — had fallen away. What lingered now was silence. Heavy, unfamiliar silence.The door opened behind her.Liam entered, his sleeves rolled up, exhaustion etched across his face. He carried a steaming mug and stopped a few feet away, hesitant, as though afraid to break the stillness.“You didn’t go home,” he said gently.Evelyn didn’t turn. Her gaze followed the streaks of rain down the glass. “I will,” she said after a moment. “I just needed to wat
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