All Chapters of Chasing The Stubborn Ex-Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia sat in her lavish house, surrounded by wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and a mountain of invitations. The wedding preparations were in full swing, and she was determined to make it the most extravagant event of the year. Hunter might not be the most affectionate fiancé, but he was wealthy, powerful, and exactly the kind of man she needed to secure her future. She had worked too hard to let anything—or anyone—ruin this for her.As she flipped through a catalog of designer gowns, her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, her heart sinking as she saw the name: Jake. Her ex-boyfriend. The man she had tried so hard to leave behind. She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the text."Sophia, we need to talk. Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th Street. Bring $50,000 in cash. If you don’t show up, I’ll pay a visit to your new rich boyfriend and tell him all about us. You don’t want that, do you?"Sophia’s s

Evelyn and Vinni stepped into the sleek, modern lobby of Blackwood Enterprises, the towering glass building a stark reminder of Hunter’s wealth and influence. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected off the polished marble floors, casting a cold, sterile glow. Evelyn’s heels clicked sharply against the surface, each step echoing her growing unease. Vinni, walking beside her, adjusted the strap of her leather bag, her dark eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee, but it did little to ease the tension building in Evelyn’s chest.The receptionist, a polished young woman with a practiced smile, greeted them politely. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped lightly on the keyboard as she looked up, her expression as smooth and unreadable as the glass walls surrounding them.“Good morning. How may I assist you?” she asked, her tone professional but devoid of warmt

Evelyn stood in Hunter’s office, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. She had just finished explaining the changes she wanted to make to the proposal, and now Hunter was throwing a curveball at her. His condition was outrageous, and she couldn’t believe he had the audacity to even suggest it.“Let me get this straight,” Evelyn said, her voice sharp and incredulous. “Your condition for agreeing to the changes is that I have to visit your grandmother and pretend we’re still married? Are you serious?”Hunter leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but with a hint of smugness. “Dead serious. Grandma just got out of the hospital, and it’s because of you.”Evelyn’s eyes widened, her anger momentarily replaced by guilt. “What are you talking about? How is it because of me?”Hunter’s tone softened slightly, though his gaze remained steady. “When she found out about the divorce, she was devastated. She had a stroke, Evelyn. She’s been in and out of the

Chapter 28The sound of a car horn outside made Evelyn’s stomach clench. She took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her dress before grabbing her purse. As she stepped outside, Hunter Blackwood leaned against the sleek black car, his expression unreadable beneath the glow of the streetlights. “Right on time,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. Evelyn rolled her eyes as she approached. “I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I was dreading this.” Hunter smirked, opening the car door for her. “You wound me, darling. I was hoping you’d be at least a little excited.” “Let’s just get this over with,” she muttered, sliding into the passenger seat. As Hunter started driving, the tension between them filled the space. Evelyn kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, ignoring the way he stole glances at her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she finally muttered. “You’re the one who agreed,” Hunter shot back. “I agreed for your grandmother’s sake,

Evelyn lay stiffly on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the moon cast soft shadows across the room, but it did nothing to ease the restlessness buzzing under her skin. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, frustration, and something else she couldn’t quite name. Something that made her chest ache and her throat tighten.She could still hear Hunter moving around in the bedroom, could picture him sprawled across the bed like he belonged there, like he owned the space—like he owned her. The thought made her jaw clench. *No. He doesn’t get to affect me anymore.* But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Because no matter how much she wanted to deny it, the past still lingered between them, thick and suffocating. It was in the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried that familiar teasing edge, the way his presence seemed to fill every room he entered. It was in the memories she couldn’t escape, no matter how hard she tried.She turned onto her side, pressing the pillow