His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1063

"Thaddeus, I haven’t meant anything to you for a long time, have I? There’s no need to force yourself anymore. It’s miserable for you, and honestly, I find it unbearable too. If we’re going to end things, let’s end them cleanly. No half-measures."

She’d always been proud and decisive, the kind of woman who walked forward without ever glancing back.

The only time she’d let herself be vulnerable—utterly, without hesitation—was for him.

Thaddeus’s handsome face turned pale, his eyes clouded with a storm of emotions: somber, conflicted, unreadable.

Chad’s gaze lingered in the air as he leaned over to pick up the dropped bouquet. He wheeled himself to the coffee table and arranged the lilies, one by one, into the vase.

"It’d be a shame to throw these away. They’re still beautiful in their own way," he remarked over his shoulder, the corners of his mouth curling in a way that was impossible to read.

Evadne closed her eyes. Thaddeus’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Get some rest, then."

With that, he turned away, his steps mechanical as he made his way to the door.

"Thaddeus." She called his name.

He stopped, but didn’t look back.

"From now on, you and I—we go our separate ways. Whatever we had, it’s over. No ties left between us."

Evadne’s slender fingers clenched the sheets so tightly it seemed she might tear right through them, but her voice was cold, decisive. "You don’t need to force yourself to come see me anymore. And I... I won’t want to see you again."

…

As Thaddeus left the hospital room, his footsteps felt strangely weightless, as if he were walking on air—nothing seemed real.

A throbbing pain gathered at his temples, his vision swimming in and out of focus.

We’re going our separate ways.

Her merciless words echoed in his mind, tugging viciously at his nerves, beads of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

"Thaddeus."

Chad frowned, letting out a soft, humorless laugh. "So it’s only gratitude? Nothing of brotherhood?"

Thaddeus’s lips thinned. "When we were kids, apart from Grandfather, you were the one who treated me best."

"I’m not trying to guilt you into anything," Chad said quietly. "I just hope my sudden return hasn’t made things difficult for you. I’d like to think our bond is still what it used to be."

He drew a careful breath, his tone open and sincere. "Even if we’re not related by blood, you’ll always be my brother. I’ve never once wished you harm."

Thaddeus’s face remained cold. "If that’s the case, Chad, just say what you want to say. No need to dance around it."

A biting gust of wind swept over them, sharp as knives.

"Thaddeus, it seems your story with Ms. Evadne has come to an end. It’s a shame, really."

Chad lifted his pale, almost translucent face and looked Thaddeus in the eye, each word measured and clear. "If I wanted a chance with her—if I wanted to try—would you mind?"