His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1107

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In the hotel’s rear garden, Thaddeus stumbled to a halt by a frozen pond, gasping for air as if he were drowning. His body trembled as he bent down, grabbing a handful of snow and squeezing it tightly. The biting cold seeped into his skin but did nothing to quell the throbbing pain in his temples.

His eyes were bloodshot. He shoved the snow into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

It wasn't working. It wasn’t enough…

He needed the pills.

“Mr. Abernathy? What are you doing out here?”

Alexia’s surprised voice came from behind him.

Thaddeus froze, his hand clenching the snow, veins bulging. He slowly straightened and turned to face her.

“Just getting some air,” he said, his voice raspy.

Alexia’s eyes narrowed, taking in his appearance. “Mr. Abernathy, you look terrible. Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m fine.” A bead of sweat traced a path down his handsome face.

“Mr. Abernathy, if you’ve run out of your medication, you must tell me,” Alexia said, her gaze fixed on him as she took a step closer. “You need to take it on schedule, or your headaches will never get better. Over time…”

Thaddeus closed his bloodshot eyes, cutting her off abruptly.

“I’m much better. I don’t need it for now.”

A flicker of malice crossed Alexia’s face, quickly replaced by a gentle smile. She reached out and patted his shoulder.

Thaddeus’s brow furrowed, and he turned back to her. They stood face to face, so close that her warm breath misted in the cold air, nearly touching his chin.

But why couldn’t he feel it anymore? Where had that thrill, that all-consuming devotion, gone?

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the gift. He opened it on the spot. Inside was an elegant tie clip.

Evadne watched from a distance, her eyes welling with tears. She drew a sharp breath, and it felt as though all the world’s chill was being drawn into her lungs, freezing her heart layer by layer until it was a block of ice, only to be shattered by the heavy, dull blows of her own pain.

She felt like she was shattering along with it.

“Do you like it, Mr. Abernathy?” Alexia asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze soft and flirtatious. She was no longer the long-haired girl she once was, but old habits died hard.

As she watched, heartbroken, Evadne’s gaze fixed on Alexia. A sudden, jarring thought struck her. The woman’s mannerisms… they were intensely familiar. She and Alexia were practically strangers.

And yet, she had the unshakable feeling that she had met this woman before.