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Chased By My Billionaire Ex-husband

Claire Reed thought she married the man of her dreams, Evander Kensington, but she had no idea that their marriage was built on a lie; a family vow that trapped him by her side. His heart, however, belonged to another woman, his white lotus. No matter how hard Claire tried to win Evander’s love, he only grew colder, and his family treated her like she didn’t exist. When she lost their unborn child, Claire’s world shattered. She wanted to see Evander, but he didn't bother to check on her. Instead, he went to meet that white lotus. Unable to bear the betrayal, she decided to free Evander from this marriage, leaving behind a letter and divorce papers, claiming she now had someone else she loved! ~~~~ "You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go!” he declared, his voice dark with possessiveness. “But I don’t want you anymore! You can have Susan—I’m now in love with someone else!” Claire shot back, her words sharp and final. "You can't be with anyone. Do you even know how sleepless nights I've without you?" Evander's hold on her tightened. "I'll see how you become some else when I'll claim you," he pronounced before crashing his lips on her.

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Eliam Is My Son!

Evander's POV

I could barely keep myself in check. If Gloria hadn't been my mother, I wouldn't have stopped myself from strangling her right there and then. My fists were clenched so tightly my knuckles had gone white, and I forced myself to take a slow, deep breath to keep from losing it completely.

But her words kept echoing in my mind: Eliam isn't your son. It felt like a slap to my face and a reminder of what I had been through!

Without another word, I turned on my heel and left, my steps heavy and fast as I stormed out of that house. The cold night air hit me when I reached my car, but it didn't help me cool my anger. I got inside, slammed the door, gripped the steering wheel, and started the engine. My hands were shaking with anger, but I took off, speeding down the road with no plan of where to go.

Going home didn't feel right. I couldn't sit still, not with these thoughts tearing me apart. Sleep was impossible.