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His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1045

Right now, every image flashing through his mind was gruesome—bloody, brutal, impossible to bear.

He couldn’t even let himself imagine it: if he lost Chasel, what would his world look like?

Probably like the sky caving in, everything collapsing in on itself, shattered into a wasteland of despair.

Cassius sprinted into the house, gasping for breath.

Inside, everything was cold, dark, and silent as a grave.

Suddenly, all those buried memories surged up from every corner, drowning him like a flood.

Clutching the front of his shirt, Cassius tried to steady his heaving chest, but the ache inside felt like a pack of wolves tearing him apart.

Since Aubrey died, he hadn’t set foot in this place. Not once.

The person he loved most had died loving him.

That kind of pain—like a knife twisting in your heart—was something nobody could ever understand unless they’d lived through it.

But this wasn’t the time for grief.

“Chasel!” Cassius yelled, hoarse, calling again and again as he tore through room after room.

Finally, he pounded up the stairs. The home theater’s light was on. His heart leapt into his throat, and he rushed in.

“Chasel!”

The room was empty except for Chasel, sitting on the big leather sofa, his eyes glassy and distant. At his feet, white roses lay scattered, petals torn and wilted.

On the screen, videos of Cassius and Aubrey played on a loop—intimate moments, silent now.

Chasel stared at them, a twisted, colorless smile creeping onto his lips.

Mocking himself.

“Chasel… Don’t. Don’t watch it!” Cassius threw himself between Chasel and the screen, blocking his view with his own body. “Ian was trying to get at me, don’t let him mess with your head! Don’t believe a word he says!”

“Look at me, Cassius,” he laughed hollowly, blood trickling down his face. “Do I still look like him now?”

“No! Chasel, stop!” Cassius cried, lunging forward just as Chasel dragged the thorny stem across his face again.

The blood-red crosses on his pale skin were like cracks in fine porcelain—violent, heartbreaking, raw.

Tears mingled with blood as Chasel smiled through the pain. “Tell me, Cassius… do I still look like him? Is this what you want?”

“Please, don’t… Chasel, I’m begging you!” Cassius dropped to his knees in front of him, gripping Chasel’s wrists tightly. The man who once seemed invincible was now stripped of all dignity, sobbing and pleading. “Don’t hurt yourself. Blame me, hate me—hell, beat me, kill me if you want! But don’t do this, don’t use yourself to punish me…”

He loved Chasel to his core, and nothing—nothing—hurt more than seeing him in pain.

Chasel let out a broken laugh, blood and tears streaking his cheeks. “You’re not hurting for me, Cassius. You’re just using me. Trying to save yourself, patch up the hole your real love left behind.

But you got your rescue. Who’s going to rescue me?”

He closed his eyes, the white rose falling from his fingers. “Cassius… let’s end this. We’re done.”

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