All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-wife Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Evelyn’s POV) The cold night air bit into my skin as I sneaked out of the hospital’s back exit, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear my footsteps. The city hummed in the distance, cars, life, everything moving on, yet it felt eerily silent around me, like the calm before a storm. Shadows stretched long beneath the flickering streetlights, the scent of rain lingering in the air as if the universe itself anticipated what was coming. I pulled my coat tighter around me, wincing as the stitches tugged with every hurried step. Pain radiated through my side, sharp and unrelenting, but I welcomed it. It reminded me I was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than the suffocating emptiness that had threatened to consume me within those sterile hospital walls. I wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, let alone sneaking into the night like some fugitive, but I had no choice. Staying meant surrendering, allowing the crushing weight of memories, regret, and betrayal to drow

(Evelyn’s POV) Time had a strange way of moving, slow in the mundane moments and then rushing past when life felt whole again. Days turned into weeks, and weeks blurred into months. Before I even realized it, I was eight months pregnant, my belly round and full, the baby inside me growing stronger with each passing day. The first few weeks had been tough. Settling into a new routine, adjusting to the changes in my body, and trying to navigate this new chapter of life felt overwhelming at times. But through it all, Mia had been there, a guiding light in what had once been complete darkness. She wasn’t just my savior anymore. She had become my closest friend, my family. We built a rhythm together, an easy, comforting pattern that made the days feel warmer, even when the world outside seemed uncertain. Mornings were filled with the smell of coffee and the sound of laughter as we fumbled through breakfast, often burning toast or flipping pancakes that landed more on the counter than

(Vanessa POV) The moment my Plane touched down, a wave of relief washed over me. Finally, I was home. The Familiar city lights outside the window blurred as the aircraft taxied to the gate. But my mind was elsewhere. On him. Sebastian. I exhaled slowly, willing my nerves to settle as I reached for my phone. My fingers tremble Slightly, anticipation curling in my Stomach. He Should be here by now. I had told him my arrival time. Sent him a reminder even. I tapped the call button, bringing the phone to my ear. The line rang once. Then twice. My heartbeat picked up its pace. Three rings. Four. A part of me clung to the hope that he was already waiting outside, maybe caught up in traffic. Just seconds away from answering with his usual deep, soothing voice. Five. I chewed the inside of my cheek, shifting in my seat. Then, finally… "Yeah, Vanessa. What is it?" The coldness in his tone hit me like a slap. I blinked, thrown off by the detached way he said my name. No w

(Evelyn pov) The days blurrred together, an endless cycle of work, tiredness, and silent endurancee, until the morning everything changed. It was a chillly Tuesday, the kind where the cold Seeped into your bones no Matter how many layers you wore. Outside, the city was waking up in its usual slugggish rhythm. Car engines rumbling, boots crunching Over frost-laced pavement. A dull gray sky Stretyched overhead, promising nothing but another long, weary day. Inside the café, the air Was thick with warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, rich and dark, mingling with the faint Sweetness of Pastries from the bakery next door. The quiet hum of Conversatiion created a steady. familiar background noise, a comforting rhythhm I had come to know well. I had just finished wiping down the counter, Smoothing my palms over the polished wood, when the heavy oak door creaked Open. The sound was familiar, routine, yet Somehow, in that moment, it sliced through the air differently. At fir

(Evelyn pov) Seconds bled into minutes, then into hours, Stretching into days, then weeks, then months, and eventually years. But no matter how much time passed, the shadows of my Past still clung to me, lurking in the Corners of my mind like ghosts unwilling to be exorcised. Time was both a healer and a tormentor, soothing my Wounds while etching memories too deep to fade. Memories of Mia’s laughter, of my grandfather’s Unwavering presence, of the life that had been stolen from me. I had fought my way back from the abyss, back to stability, back to power, back to myself. The coffee shop had been my sanctuary, a cocoon where I had licked my wounds and rebuilt myself, but it was never meant to be my final destination. Albert Mores had made sure of that. He came into my life like an Unexpected storm, calm on the surface but with the power to shift my entire world. An old friend of my grandfather, he had seen something in me even when I couldn’t. Albert never treated me like a cha