Claire’s POV
I finally saw it in his eyes— Evander really thought he could win back, that he could erase three years of silence and pain just because he had decided he wanted again. His words, his promises, felt like they were years too late.
He was right in front of , so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him. And yet, it felt like he was a thousand miles away. When he said he still loved and that he had never stopped, I wanted so badly to believe him. I wanted to let down the walls I had built around my heart and just fall back into his arms. But I couldn’t. Not after everything I had been through.
I rember those days, how I used to sit by his side, just hoping for a smile, a kind word, anything to show he cared about . But he only ever looked at with that cold, distant stare, as if I were a stranger, a burden he couldn’t wait to be rid of. Every ti I reached out, he pulled away. I felt like I was screaming into a void, hoping he would hear , he would turn around and actually see . But he never did.
So, I did the only thing I could— I left. I walked away, convinced that I had to let him go before I lost myself completely. I tried to move on, to forget him, but he haunted . I saw him in my dreams, in every quiet mont, in every place where we had never been together. Even after I walked away, I was still chained to him and hoped that maybe soday he would finally understand how much he had ant to .
And now, here he was, telling he had searched for and that he had been lost without . But where was this love when I needed it? Where was he when I was sitting alone, hoping he would co ho early or say sothing when he couldn’t! And to make feel like I wasn’t just a shadow in his life?
He said he had seen smiling and happy with soone else, and it stopped him from coming to . That smile he saw... I wanted him to know that I faked it, that it was just a mask I wore to get through the day, to pretend that I was okay. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I was afraid that if he knew the truth, he would see through all my defenses and that I would be vulnerable again. And I wasn’t sure I could survive another heartbreak from him.
He reached out to , his hand gently cupping my cheek, and I felt myself wanting to lean into his touch, wanting to believe in this new version of him who claid to have never stopped loving . But I was scared, scared that it was just words, that he would go back to that sa distant, cold man he was once.
I was afraid that what Susan said would co true and he might just be taking his revenge on !
"Do you really think I would ever force you into sothing against your will?" he asked, his voice soft. "You told you wanted out, and I let you go. Not because I didn’t love you— but because I loved you too much to hold you back."
I blinked as I was totally taken aback. I had never thought of it that way. For so long, I believed he hadn’t cared at all and that I was nothing to him. But hearing this, I felt a flicker of sothing inside that I thought had died a long ti ago.
But just as quickly the doubt ca, it rushed back in. "And what about all the tis I needed you? All the tis I tried to reach you but you were nowhere to be found... and now you just looked right through ? You say you loved , but where was that love when I sat alone, waiting for you to notice ?"
He was silent, and I could see the regret in his eyes. But regret wasn’t enough to erase the scars.
"Mr. Kensington," I began, my voice firm but tired, "I have said this over and over, and I am so exhausted from repeating myself. This is the last ti I will say this, so listen carefully... I am done with you and with this marriage. I can’t do it anymore."
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Even if we are still technically married, it doesn’t an we need to stay this way. There is nothing left here, and I don’t see a reason to continue this charade. I want you to get the divorce papers ready, just like you did back then."
I knew he probably wasn’t the one who had left those papers sitting in his study back then, but I was willing to use it against him if it ant he would finally let go. If he could end things so easily before, he could do it again now.
"Do I really need to die for you to believe I wasn’t the one who left those papers?" Evander’s voice was raw as he let go of my face. "If divorce is what you really want, then fine... I will give you that. But first, you need to make up for the last three years."
He took a step back, his eyes dark with a mixture of hurt and anger. "You might have felt free, thinking that you had divorced , maybe even happy with whoever you thought you loved. But while you were moving on, I was trapped, burning in a hell you left in."
"Excuse ?" I blinked, genuinely confused. "What exactly do you want from ? How am I supposed to make up for anything?"
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