My Possesive Ex-Husband

Chapter 6

"Welcome to the sho—" Evelyn’s words cut off abruptly the moment she realized who had just stepped into her boutique.

She let out a weary, frustrated sigh. Her gaze turned ice-cold as she recognized the figure invading her private space was Alex.

Alex wore a faint, mocking smile, walking with an arrogant stride as he shoved both hands into his trouser pockets. His gaze swept across the room before finally landing on Evelyn’s face.

"I heard my mother struck you? I sent my own doctors. They did their jobs correctly, didn't they? You shouldn't have to work while you're hurting, darling."

Evelyn’s jaw tightened. She glared at Alex, who looked far too comfortable in her space, acting as though they still shared a legal bond.

"Stop crossing the line, Alex. At this moment, we are no longer husband and wife," Evelyn hissed sharply.

"And what’s the problem with that? I care about you. I worry about you. Is that a crime?"

Evelyn let out a cynical scoff. "A crime? You’re asking me? Ask yourself! Who are you to me now? You’re about to marry another woman, yet you’re still invading every corner of my life!"

Alex let out a low chuckle. He leaned his hands on her desk, looming over Evelyn until the distance between them evaporated.

"Who am I to you? I am the only man who loves you this much. No one else, only me, Evelyn. You think you can find someone else? There will never be another like me," Alex said, grabbing

Evelyn’s chin, forcing her to look into his dark, swirling eyes.

Evelyn shoved his hand away roughly. She let out a scathing, bitter laugh that was painful to hear.

"Pfft! No one like you? Of course. No other man would be as much of a coward as you! Discarding his wife just because of a parent's demand for a bloodline? Are you that afraid of losing your rights as the heir to the Archer family?"

"Evelyn!" Alex barked, his voice booming through the quiet boutique.

Evelyn only chuckled harder at the sight of Alex’s flushed, furious face. "What? Are you angry because of the bitter truth? You left me because you were terrified of being cut off from the Archer inheritance, didn't you? Just admit it."

She stepped forward, pressing against his ego. "Face it. You’re the golden heir who needs a legacy. And me? I’m just the barren woman who couldn't give your family what they wanted."

Alex clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Rage and guilt twisted together into a bitter knot in his chest.

"Once you marry your mother's choice, let me do whatever I want and stop invading my life. I know you installed cameras in my apartment and my shop!" Evelyn stared at him with a mix of hatred and defiance. "Including... finding a new man to replace you."

Alex’s rage finally exploded at those last words. "I will never let another man possess you!" he roared, grabbing Evelyn’s arm so forcefully that her body was pulled flush against his chest.

Evelyn laughed instead—a provocative, taunting laugh that clashed with Alex’s ragged breathing. Evelyn, wake up! You are truly awakening the monster in Alex’s soul!

Alex’s lips curled into a smirk at the sound of her laughter. The glint in his eyes shifted from pure rage to a dark, demanding hunger. Without warning, Alex lunged at her.

The kiss was not gentle. Alex started it with a raw brutality, as if trying to erase any trace of another man who might have crossed Evelyn’s mind. His lips pressed hard, forcing her to submit to his dominance once more. His free hand snaked to the nape of her neck, his fingers locking into her long hair, holding her head so she couldn't turn away for even a second.

Evelyn struggled at first. Her fists hammered against Alex’s broad chest, trying to create distance from the man who had discarded her. But Alex only pinned her harder against the edge of the boutique table, locking her movements with the weight of his body.

His tongue swept against her lips, demanding deeper access in a way that was aggressive yet intoxicating. It was then that Evelyn’s defenses began to crumble. The masculine scent of Alex—a scent she still knew all too well—filled her senses, triggering memories of a five-year marriage she was supposed to have buried.

Evelyn let out a soft groan in the midst of their kiss. Instead of pushing him away, the hands that had been hitting him now gripped Alex’s shirt, pulling him closer. She was lost. Evelyn finally followed the rhythm of Alex’s game, returning every heated kiss with an intensity just as great as his own.

The silent boutique was now filled only with the sound of ragged breathing and the wet, frantic sounds of a kiss laced with the poison of love and hate. Alex growled low in his throat, feeling a sense of victory because Evelyn’s reaction proved her body still recognized him as its only master.

Madness! Evelyn, wake up! You are playing with a fire that is ready to burn you to ashes.

Alex finally broke the kiss after a long moment. Both were panting, their breaths mingling in the air that had suddenly turned scorching. In Alex’s eyes, Evelyn looked breathtakingly sexy with her hair slightly disheveled and her lips swollen and damp from their intense encounter.

Alex let out a low, victorious chuckle. He stroked Evelyn’s hair gently, as if he were caressing his most expensive and precious possession.

"See? You still crave my touch. I’ll take that as a sign that you still want me. Don't you?" he whispered with absolute confidence.

Evelyn stared at Alex, her breath still coming in short gasps. Internally, she was cursing herself. She loathed that she had once again lost to the touch of the bastard who had thrown her away. But instead of showing her frustration or shame, Evelyn showed an even greater courage.

She gripped Alex’s shirt collar tightly, pulling him until their faces were inches apart again. Her gaze was no longer hazy with desire, but sharp and full of challenge.

"It’s clear enough that you are the one who is still so in love with me," Evelyn hissed into his face. "I want to see how you treat your new wife later."

She gave him a thin, mocking smirk. "Will you imagine my face when you touch her? Or will you call out my name when you're on top of her? Tell me, Alex... how much will you suffer after that wedding?"

The smile on Alex’s face faded slowly. Evelyn’s words were like a blade slicing through his ego. He knew she was right. He knew that even if he married another woman, his soul remained entirely in the hands of the woman currently gripping his collar.

"You think that's funny, Evelyn?" Alex’s voice dropped, sounding dangerous.

"Hilarious. Because you will be trapped in a loveless marriage, while I... I am free to find any man who can give me what you couldn't. Protection, and of course... a love that doesn't fade, even under pressure from his parents."

Evelyn released her grip roughly, shoving Alex away from her. She straightened her clothes and hair with elegant movements, as if the heated kiss had been nothing more than a minor, meaningless distraction.