Evander’s POV
Sissy gazed at with seriousness in her eyes. I could tell that she really cared about Claire, which was why I could withstand those ugly words and glares from her.
"But don’t think for a second that you can control or her, Evander. Claire is stronger than you think, and I am certainly here to take the burden off her shoulder... that is you!" Sissy said and walked away from there.
As she walked out, I exhaled slowly, my fists clenched. Perhaps she was right. Claire was strong, but that didn’t an I didn’t want to shield her from unnecessary stress.
I turned back to the room, my resolve hardening. I would make ands, not just with words but with actions. This ti, I wouldn’t fail her.
I decided to check on Claire to see if Sissy was troubling her. But as I approached her room, I stopped dead in my tracks, my ears catching her voice through the slightly ajar door.
Claire’s words stunned .
She had decided to let pursue her. She was willing to give a chance— a chance to redeem myself.
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, stepping back before anyone could notice . My heart raced, but it wasn’t with joy alone. It was a complex storm of emotions such as guilt, relief, and sothing deeper I couldn’t quite na at the mont.
"How could I not understand her?" I muttered to myself as I leaned against the wall. "She has been willing to try, to move forward with , and all I did was push her away. I even told her I would divorce her! How could I be so blind? So cruel?"
The guilt clawed at ; it made breathless and suffocated . But beneath the weight of my remorse was a small ember of hope. Claire still had in her thoughts. She wanted to give another chance.
My lips curled into a bittersweet smile. I knew I didn’t deserve her forgiveness, not after everything I had done to hurt her, but the fact that she was willing to try gave a renewed sense of purpose to live the life, it was more than enough for .
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside . "I have been a fool," I whispered, running a hand through my hair. "But I won’t waste this opportunity. Not this ti."
I knew I was being selfish, holding on to this hope, this chance she was offering . But I also knew that if we could make it work, if I could prove myself to her, we could both be happy.
And for once, I was willing to let myself be selfish, if only to build a future where we both belonged together... to each other only.
I went to the living room, determined to wait for Claire. Minutes felt like hours to , but finally, she arrived.
"You are here," I said the mont she stepped in, my voice calm but eager. "Let’s go have breakfast."
Her brows arched slightly as she looked at . She seed clearly surprised. "Were you waiting for ?"
"Yes," I admitted, my voice soft but steady. "I wanted to eat with you. I didn’t want you to feel alone while eating like the days in the past."
Her expression flickered with sothing unreadable— was it surprise, or sothing else? I couldn’t tell what she was feeling at the mont.
Without waiting for her to respond, I gently reached for her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. "Co," I said, guiding her toward the dining area. "Let’s start the day together."
Claire followed behind ; her steps were hesitant at first, but I could feel the tension between us easing little by little. Maybe this small gesture wasn’t enough to fix everything, but it was a start. A step toward making things right.
Claire’s POV
I managed to slip away from Sissy’s fiery temper. I felt extrely relieved but still rattled by our earlier exchange we had about Evander. However, what caught off guard was seeing Evander still at ho, sitting silently in the living room.
I had intended to find him anyway, mainly to tell him to stop being rude to Sissy, but the sight of him stopped in my tracks. There was sothing different about his deanor—his eyes looked distant and empty; it made forget my original purpose I had entirely.
The realization struck hard when I noticed his actions. He wasn’t just sitting there idly; he had been waiting for . It wasn’t like before, when silence and indifference filled the air between us. This ti, his gesture felt purposeful, like he wanted to change everything.
His gestures overwheld as the mories of lonely als and cold silences ca rushing back, but this small act was entirely different. It carried aning, a quiet acknowledgnt of my feelings.
Before I could fully process the mont or respond to what it stirred in , he reached for my hand. The warmth of his touch silenced the thoughts racing in my mind. Without hesitation, he guided forward, leading toward the dining area with steady steps, leaving with an overwhelming mix of emotions I wasn’t prepared to face just yet.
He released my hand and moved ahead to pull out a chair for . His actions were so unexpectedly gentle that I was still trying to make sense of it when his next words nearly choked on my own saliva.
"Have a seat, dear wife," he said with a casual tone that I almost choked on my saliva.
Dear wife? The words echoed in my mind, leaving montarily stunned. My breath hitched, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing at him. Was he being serious, or had sothing snapped in his brain?
I blinked rapidly, trying to regain composure, but my thoughts ran wild as I wanted to open his head and see what he had in his brain.
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