His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1082

The back entrance of the orphanage.

A black Maybach pulled quietly to the curb, headlights already off, blending into the shadows.

Moments later, a furtive figure darted out from the rear exit and slipped into the back seat.

“Ms. Alexia, apologies for keeping you waiting.” The woman’s tone was deferential, hands folded in her lap.

Alexia lounged back in the seat, one leg crossed over the other, exuding an air of cool superiority. Without so much as glancing at the newcomer, she held out a thick manila envelope.

“You did well this morning.”

The woman took the envelope, running her fingers over its hefty weight. A grin stretched across her face. “Just snipped a brake line. Hardly any trouble at all.”

Alexia didn’t bother to hide her disdain, her eyes fixed on the darkness outside.

“And the information I asked for? All the volunteers and staff at this orphanage—did you get it?”

“Of course, Ms. Alexia! I’ve been working here for over a decade. This was nothing.” Eager to please, the woman fished a stack of documents from her bag and placed them in Alexia’s hands.

Lowering her gaze, Alexia flipped through the pages methodically.

Suddenly, her eyes widened. She yanked out one particular file and stared at the photo clipped to it—a striking, beautiful woman.

It was her. Elsie.

The woman Avery once kept at his side as Evadne’s stand-in.

“This woman… she’s a volunteer here?!”

“Yes, Ms. Alexia. Ms. Archer’s been with us for over two years now. She donates every year, too—people speak very highly of her.”

…

Across town, in the hospital’s underground garage—

A sports car screeched into a parking spot after a sharp turn.

Thaddeus swung open the door and strode out, his pace urgent as he made straight for room A006.

The hospital corridors were deserted, silent but for the echoing thud of his footsteps, each one underscored by the heavy, uneven rhythm of his own heart.

His mind replayed the scene: Evadne, nearly caught in a car accident—Chad throwing himself forward, pulling her to safety.

His older brother, holding the woman he had once loved—clutching her so tightly.

The memory twisted something deep inside him, as if an invisible hand had closed around his heart, squeezing until he could barely breathe.