Evander’s POV
I hadn’t been myself lately. The weight of everything I lost was crushing , and at tis, I felt like I didn’t want to live anymore. It hurt enough that Claire left when I was at my lowest, but now, knowing how much more I had lost, it felt unbearable.
When she ca back, I was so relieved and felt alive. For a mont, I wanted to tell the whole world that she was my wife again. I almost announced it to the dia, ready to make everything public. But when I looked at her, I saw that she didn’t want that. There was sothing cold and distant in her eyes. So, I stopped everything—the reports, the articles—because I knew she didn’t want any of it.
Even though she was close, it felt like she was still so far away from .
I wanted to see her so badly, wanted to feel her in my arms and beg for her forgiveness, but did I deserve it? Was I even worthy of her affection and love? Had she ever truly loved ?
I had never seen her show any interest in . To her, I was just soone sharing the sa space, like a roommate. Our conversations were limited to breakfast and dinner, and she never asked when I would be back or if I wanted anything from her. It felt like I was living in a shadow, always watching her from a distance but never truly connecting.
I never expected anything from her, yet I was grateful to have Claire in my life. She was the most precious thing in my dull and stressful existence. Her laughter brightened my days, and her presence was a comfort I had taken for granted. But when she left ... it felt like I lost everything. The world around turned gray, and I didn’t want to live anymore. Each breath beca a struggle for and reminded how painful her absence was.
I wanted to search for her, to find her no matter where she was hiding. I knew she had taken a flight to France, so I looked everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Each passing day felt heavier without her, and my heart ached with every thought of her.
Then one day, while I was on a business trip to the USA, I saw her face in a magazine. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The person I had been searching for around the world was so close, yet I had failed to find her. My heart pounded in my chest as hope surged through . I wished desperately to see her, to rush to her and ask her why she had left .
But then the reality hit hard. What did the divorce letter an? How could she do this to ? The words she had written burned in my mind. It reminded of her decision to walk away. I recalled her raw honesty and the way she had laid bare her feelings. I couldn’t shake off the sadness it brought , and it twisted like a knife in my heart.
If I faced her now, would I even be able to hold myself together? I feared I would crumble under the weight of my emotions. Seeing her again would bring back all the mories—the laughter, the monts we shared, and the affection that once I felt in my life. But it would also remind of the pain, the heartbreak, and the reasons she left.
I had to prepare myself for the possibility that I might lose control. The thought of her looking at with sadness or anger was too much to bear. What if she didn’t want to see ? What if she had moved on completely? I wanted to reach out, but a part of was terrified of what it would an.
So, I kept my distance, trying to convince myself that I needed to be strong. But inside, I was a ss, torn between longing for her and the fear of facing the truth. All I could do was hope that one day I’d find the courage to confront my feelings and understand what had happened between us.
In those dark monts, I thought about the little things: her smile that could light up any room, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous.
But now, the silence was deafening. Had I been blind to her feelings? Or was I too caught up in my own insecurities to see how she might have cared and felt?
I lay awake at night, haunted by thoughts of her. I could feel the ache of my longing deep inside. I needed her back. I needed to tell her how much she ant to and how I would change for her, if only she would give a chance. But would she even want to hear it?
I was scared. Scared that I had already lost her forever and that I was not enough for soone as wonderful as Claire. Would she look at with pity or anger? Or even worse with indifference? I wrestled each day with these thoughts; my heart was torn between hope and despair.
"Daddy!" I was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my nerves, when little Eliam wiggled onto my bed, holding my cell phone in his tiny hands.
"It’s Mommy! She is calling," he said, his eyes wide with excitent. I jolted upright, my heart raced as I eached for the phone.
Why was she calling? What could it be? A wave of confusion washed over as I took the cell phone from his small hand. I held it to my ear with the hope of hearing her voice, but silence t on the other end.
"Hello?" I called out as my voice trembled, but there was no response from the other side.
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