His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1269

Evadne rubbed her aching temples, a bitter smile touching her lips.

“Jason, you’re quite the smooth talker. I bet you say plenty of sweet things to keep your wife happy at home.”

“Of course. I’ve got Nydia smiling like a fool all day. From pregnancy through childbirth, the doctor said her physical and emotional health were perfect—not a hint of postpartum depression!” Jason’s face was filled with doting pride.

Whether as a father or a husband, he always strove to be perfect.

Evadne smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful. You’re a blessing to each other. You must hold onto Nydia’s hand tightly and never let go.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Evadne. I swear on my life, I, Jason, will love only Nydia for the rest of my days, until death do us part.”

Jason looked at her earnestly, his voice trembling slightly. “And you and Mr. Thaddeus will make up, too. A love as epic as yours couldn’t possibly just end like this. I’d die before I believed that.”

Evadne forced a smile, but it was tinged with sorrow. “It’s because our love was once so intense, because we were willing to sacrifice our lives for each other, that we practically burned ourselves out. That’s probably why he feels so exhausted being with me, why he feels he can never go back to how things were.”

Jason’s throat tightened. “Ms. Evadne…”

Evadne slowly stood up, her exhaustion evident. “It’s almost time. I should get ready for the banquet.”

…

In the most magnificent ballroom of the Abernathy Hotel, the banquet began as scheduled.

The hall was a glamorous affair, filled with elegant guests clinking glasses and conversing.

Chad was chatting amiably with Sean, who leaned in and asked with a low laugh,

“Mr. Frederic, why don’t I see your beautiful companion by your side tonight?”

Chad’s eyes narrowed. “You mean President Ashbourne.”

“Who else could I mean? Anyone can see that President Ashbourne is the apple of your eye!”

She turned toward the voice and saw the impeccably dressed Chad striding towards her, his eyes fixed on her alone. Her heart instantly tightened. Her expression was devoid of any pleasure—it was cold, emotionless.

But as Chad reached her, she summoned all her strength to squeeze out a smile.

It was the fakest smile imaginable, so fake it made her sick.

“Mr. Frederic.”

“You look beautiful tonight,” Chad said, his own smile gentle, not hesitating to praise her.

Evadne smiled faintly. “Thank you.”

As they looked at each other, neither of them noticed.

Just outside the open doors, Thaddeus stood, dressed in a black suit. His dark, intense eyes were locked on Evadne.