His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1027

But she knew—if she lost hope, if she gave up, then there wouldn’t be a single chance left for them.

He had to live. Really live.

And she needed to love him again, just like before. Grow old together, like those couples in old love songs.

Evadne Abernathy had always been a little greedy that way.

“Aaron, did you guys run an autopsy on Avery Chambers?” Evadne couldn’t let herself sit still. She called Aaron Ashbourne, her voice brisk, urgent.

“We did,” Aaron replied. “Cause of death was cardiac arrest. But the coroner says it wasn’t from any pre-existing condition—it was an overdose. Injected.”

Evadne’s suspicion only deepened. She lowered her voice.

“When we were on Rose Island, Avery took all kinds of junk just to keep himself going. Never seemed to faze him. But he’s been in county lockup for over two weeks—no pills, no IVs, nothing. Then he just drops dead? Out of nowhere? Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

Aaron sounded uneasy. “We can speculate all day, but there’s no solid evidence.”

“Other than me, did anyone else visit him recently?”

“The Chambers clan has all but disappeared. Who else would even bother?”

“Start with anyone who was in contact with him. I don’t care if it’s the janitor emptying his trash—check them all!”

Evadne steadied her breath, her eyes—swollen from crying—suddenly razor-sharp. “Aaron, did you forget? When Byron Chambers was in jail, he didn’t last long either. Only that time, it was obvious—a straight-up murder. This time, it’s cleaner. Smarter. Maybe someone injected him while he was asleep. So check every single person who had access to his cell. Inmates, guards, everyone. Look at their backgrounds, bank statements, everything!”

“Yeah, I was planning on it,” Aaron said, then hesitated before asking quietly, “Evadne, are you okay?”

“I’m great. Just peachy.”

She forced a shaky laugh, blinking away tears. “Thaddeus is awake. That’s all that matters. As long as he’s okay, I’m okay.”

“Don’t kid yourself. We all know Thaddeus isn’t himself right now,” Aaron sighed, his voice gentle but firm. “Look, Evadne, you’re not going to like this, but if Thaddeus’ mind doesn’t recover… I don’t think you should keep holding on. He’s worse now than three years ago. Back then, he just didn’t know how to love. Now, he might not be able to at all.”

“You two never signed the papers. You’re not married. You don’t owe him a life of waiting. There’s an old saying: sometimes it’s better to move on than to drown together. Maybe it’s time you both start fresh, separately. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Better?

Could it ever be better?

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