His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1062

“Thaddeus? You’re here.”

Chad’s surprise registered on his face as he paused, his bowl hovering midair.

Snapped from his reverie, Thaddeus murmured, “Brother.”

“Well, since Thaddeus is here, it’s not really appropriate for me to stay any longer.”

Chad gently set his bowl down and offered Evadne a warm, considerate smile. “Ms. Evadne, remember to eat, and take care of yourself. I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“No, wait!”

Evadne suddenly grabbed Chad’s arm, swallowing the ache in her throat and forcing herself to sound as composed as ever. “At least wait until I finish my soup before you go.”

“But—”

“Mr. Thaddeus is here, and you’re still welcome to stay, Mr. Chad. I don’t see anything inappropriate about it.”

Evadne turned to Thaddeus, who was standing stiffly by the doorway, and flashed him a bright, almost dazzling smile—one he hadn’t seen in ages and which stung his eyes. “Mr. Thaddeus, you wouldn’t find it awkward to see your own brother, would you?”

Thaddeus’s lips parted slightly. “No, not at all.”

Evadne smiled again. “Good.”

Once, they had loved each other with reckless abandon, a passion that seeped into their very souls.

Now, they were more distant than divorced strangers.

Thaddeus’s chest rose and fell as he approached Evadne, holding out a bouquet of lilies, his voice low, his face unreadable.

“Grandfather asked me to come check on you.”

Evadne cast her eyes downward and accepted the flowers from his hands.

Thaddeus… Am I that pathetic to you? You abandoned me two years ago, and now you’re doing it all over again. Do you think I still want to see your face? Do you actually believe my life is meaningless without you? Did you come just to gloat, to see how miserable I am? Were you hoping for a good laugh?!”

The pain, the bitterness, the humiliation—everything inside her erupted like molten lava.

She was hurting so badly, and though every word was a lie, she delivered each one with such conviction that it cut straight through the heart.

“Evadne…” Thaddeus’s voice was hoarse as he called her name.

But it was as if a thousand nails were driven into his throat—he couldn’t force out another word.

He’d refused Grandfather at first, unwilling to come. But in the end, some dark, unspoken urge had driven him to change his mind, to order the bouquet and see her one last time.

“You remember, don’t you? I’ve always loved roses.”

Even as she spoke, Evadne’s tears spilled over, her voice catching on a sob. “You knew all along… I’ve always adored roses, but you still brought me lilies.”