My Possesive Ex-Husband

Chapter 8

Alex walked out of his father’s office with a face as pale as a corpse, his jaw locked tight to suppress his mounting fury. The moment he stepped inside his private quarters, he locked the door securely behind him. The sudden silence of the room, rather than soothing him, served as the ultimate trigger for his exploding emotions.

CRASH! BANG!

Alex went completely feral. With one violent, sweeping motion, he cleared everything off his desk. An expensive crystal ornament collided with the floor, shattering into a thousand jagged pieces—a perfect mirror of what his father had done just minutes prior. It was as though Alex were vomiting out all the suffocating pressure and humiliation he had just endured under Logan.

He collapsed into his leather executive chair, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.

"I can't. I can't lose Evelyn," he muttered, his voice trembling precariously. "I can't..."

He kept repeating those words like a crazed mantra while gripping his hair with white-knuckled intensity, as if the physical pain in his skull could distract him from the looming dread of losing her. The image of Evelyn smiling at another man, or worse, the thought of Evelyn being harmed by his father's hands, thoroughly eroded the final remnants of his sanity.

"No matter what, I am never parting from Evelyn. To hell with this business marriage!" he roared into the empty room.

Alex’s eyes flashed with a dangerously unhinged glint. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails bit into his own palms, drawing blood.

"I will still have Evelyn. By whatever means necessary. If the world refuses to let us be together, then I will build a world of our own where only she and I exist. No Father, no Mother, and certainly no bastard lawyer."

Alex snatched his phone back up. He opened the tracking application, staring at Evelyn’s live coordinates. She was still at a restaurant with Jovan. A twisted, chilling smile curled his lips.

"You are mine. Forever. You belong to me, Evelyn."

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Flashback

"Stop hounding him! Didn't you hear me?!" The girl's voice pierced high through the quiet air behind the school building. She glared down three boys who were actively bullying a student with thick glasses, who was currently cowering in terror against the corner of the brick wall.

"Oh, look, the Student Council President! Did he bother you, Prez? We’re just taking care of this pathetic loser for you!" Evan yelled with a dismissive sneer.

BANG!

Without a shred of mercy, Evan kicked the boy with glasses, before grinding his dirty sneaker right onto the back of the boy's hand.

"This disgusting freak doesn't deserve to like you," Evan spat.

"I said stop, Evan!" Evelyn screamed, her face flushed crimson with escalating fury.

"Why? You feel bad for him? He’s like a stalker, you know! He does creepy things like following you wherever you go!"

THUD!

Before Evan could even finish his sentence, Evelyn delivered a raw, heavy punch straight to his jaw. Evan staggered backward, utterly shocked by the sheer force of the girl's attack.

"Leave before I completely lose my mind and beat you worse than this. What you’re doing is far more filthy and disgusting, Evan," Evelyn hissed, her eyes radiating a lethal threat.

Evan touched the bleeding corner of his lip. Seeing the unwavering conviction in Evelyn’s eyes, he finally chose to retreat, his two friends trailing closely behind him like whipped dogs.

Evelyn let out a ragged breath, trying to temper her racing emotions. She then leaned down, gently helping the trembling boy to his feet.

"Are you alright, Alex?" Evelyn asked softly, her tone a stark, gentle contrast to the viciousness she had just shown Evan.

Alex—the isolated boy with thick glasses who was constantly ridiculed by the entire school—looked up at Evelyn with an unreadable expression.

Behind his cracked lenses, a dangerous spark began to take root—an admiration that ran far too deep.

"Thank you, Evelyn," Alex whispered hoarsely.

Flashback End

Alex let out a low chuckle as that fragment of memory drifted through the silence of his now-wrecked office. He took another slow sip of his wine, letting the bitter liquid burn down his throat.

"It seems I’ve been in love with you for a very long time, haven't I, Evelyn?" Alex murmured to the empty room.

His eyes, which had been flashing with a manic madness, softened ever so slightly, but they instantly hardened again as a stark realization hit him.

Back then, Evelyn had shielded him from bullies. But now, the entire world—even his own bloodline—was the bully trying to tear them apart.

"You were the one who saved me back then, Evelyn. Now, it’s my turn to 'save' you from this world. Even if it means I have to become the villain in your eyes," Alex whispered, staring at the half-empty bottle of wine.

He stood up, grabbing his car keys with an unwavering resolve. The trip down memory lane hadn't brought him back to reality; instead, it had violently solidified his conviction that Evelyn was the only light in his dark, suffocating life, and he would damn well never allow that light to be extinguished or stolen by someone like Jovan.

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"Are you still entangled with Alex?" Jovan asked, his tone heavy with demand. He stared at Evelyn, who was still calmly enjoying her meal, even after Jovan had laid out the facts regarding the strange, shadowed men who had been relentlessly tailing her lately.

"Why do you ask?" Evelyn replied smoothly, without lifting her eyes from her plate.

"You boasted so loudly about making him pay the price when he abruptly slapped you with those divorce papers. But if you keep entertaining him and letting yourself get caught up in his game, it’s end game, Evelyn!"

Jovan exclaimed in frustration, slamming his fork down with a sharp clink against the porcelain. "It's entirely pointless for you to swear revenge on the Archer family if your defenses are this fragile."

Evelyn let out a sharp scoff. She finally set her spoon down, locking her gaze onto Jovan with razor-sharp intensity

"Do you honestly think I can just instantly erase a man who was my husband for five whole years?! Not to mention our college days, when we were burning in such an intense, consuming love? You've never been in love, Jovan, so you don't know a damn thing about how difficult it is to move on!"

"Don't make excuses!" Jovan cut her off sharply. "I am well aware that he still constantly contacts you and corners you. But returning his kiss? That is crossing the line, Evelyn! You are no longer husband and wife! In this dynamic, you are the one who stands to lose everything."

Jovan took a long, stabilizing breath, trying to smother his rising emotions. "I don't care if you use me as a pawn to make Alex rot with jealousy. But this has gone too far. You need to stop. Because from where I'm standing, his feelings are no longer just love. He is dangerously obsessed with you."

"Stop? What is wrong with you?" Evelyn let out a soft laugh—a sound that struck Jovan as incredibly cold and foreign. "This is merely the prologue. I am going to tear the Archer family apart piece by piece, and I'm going to use Alex to do it."

"Are you certain you can wage war against the Archers? They possess absolute power. What do you have?" Jovan asked skeptically. He knew the terrifying extent of the financial and legal weight Logan Archer commanded.

"What do I have?" Evelyn repeated the question, pointing a manicured finger at her own chest. Her lips then curled into a cunning, lethal smirk that radiated a dangerous amount of confidence. She gestured with her finger, beckoning Jovan to lean closer.

"I possess something that can bring their entire empire to its knees," Evelyn whispered directly into Jovan’s ear.

Jovan froze, his eyes widening in absolute shock at the brief, staggering words she whispered.