My Possesive Ex-Husband

Chapter 15

"Let's dance together. I want to see him burn with even more fury," Evelyn suggested, a wicked glint flashing in her eyes.

Jordan, who was quietly savoring his drink, choked instantly. He let out a low cough, nearly spilling the crimson liquid over his expensive tailored suit.

"Haven't you had enough? Didn't you see the lethal glare your ex-husband was leveling at you just now, hah?!"

Jordan whispered in sheer disbelief.

Jordan clicked his tongue, visibly exasperated by Evelyn’s increasingly reckless audacity. He leaned his body closer toward her, his eyes narrowing to suspicious slits.

"Be honest with me—you’re still desperately in love with Alex, aren't you?" Jordan whispered with a razor-thin smirk, attempting to dissect the inner workings of the woman before him.

Evelyn shot him a dangerous glare, her features instantly locking into a rigid mask. "I am executing this strictly for the sake of vengeance! If you have no intention of serving as my weapon, then forget it!" Evelyn turned on her heel, preparing to stride away in a fit of sharp irritation.

Yet, with a lightning-fast reflex, Jordan caught Evelyn’s arm. The raw strength he possessed from years of working as a mechanic remained dominant, even beneath the concealment of his luxury suit jacket.

"Don't lose your temper. Let us execute every single whim of yours," Jordan murmured in a low, suddenly solemn voice.

Without waiting for further consent, Jordan pulled Evelyn directly into the absolute center of the ballroom floor. He pulled her body flush against his in a dramatic display, locking his fingers through hers with one hand while winding his other arm possessively around her slender waist.

The orchestral arrangement shifted into a melancholic yet sweeping waltz. Beneath the amber shadow of the crystal chandeliers, the two of them began to move in perfect synchronization. Evelyn rested her hand lightly against Jordan’s shoulder, looking up at him with a victorious smile, while from a distance, she could feel the absolute weight of Alex’s gaze boring into them as if it wanted to incinerate the very floorboards beneath their feet.

Alex, who still stood paralyzed on the wedding platform, gripped the armrest of his gilded chair so violently that his knuckles turned a deathly shade of white. The agonizing vision of Evelyn splayed in the embrace of another man—most devastatingly, Jordan—was an absolute living hell to his psyche. He no longer registered the formal congratulations of the elite guests filing past him; his entire universe narrowed down to a single crimson target in the center of the dance floor.

"Evelyn..." Alex muttered hoarsely, his teeth grinding to muzzle a volatile explosion of fury before the high-society public.

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Cindy let out a sharp, venomous hiss, her eyes flashing with unadulterated hatred as she watched Evelyn effortlessly monopolize Alex’s attention. That b***h is executing this deliberately! Her mind boiled with humiliation at the sight of her own husband entirely unable to tear his gaze away from Evelyn and Jordan’s sweeping rhythm.

"Let us dance as well. Tonight, we are the primary actors," Cindy insisted in a manufactured, sweet cadence, desperately fighting to pull Alex’s sanity back to her.

She pressed her body against his, whispering directly into his ear with a highly instigating voice. "Your ex-wife is clearly performing this spectacle to provoke you, acting out of pure malice just to disrupt your peace. Why don't we retaliate?"

Alex clenched both of his fists so fiercely his skin strained against the bone. Pure rage, blinding jealousy, and a suffocating refusal to accept reality coalesced into a volatile surge of emotion ready to spill over. He stared unblinkingly at Evelyn, who was currently letting out a soft chuckle inside Jordan’s embrace.

"Fine," Alex answered curtly, his deep voice heavily laced with a lethal promise.

Cindy celebrated a silent victory within her heart. She felt she had successfully won this particular skirmish. Instantly, she locked her arm through Alex’s, guiding him down from the wedding stage.

Several bridesmaids scrambled forward to manage the massive, sweeping train of her bridal gown so as not to impede the queen of the evening's strides.

The once-sprawling dance floor suddenly felt suffocatingly narrow the moment both couples occupied the exact same space. Alex deliberately guided Cindy closer to the trajectory of Evelyn and Jordan. The melancholic waltz serving as their background score felt like the prelude to a catastrophic storm ready to burst.

Alex’s eyes violently locked onto Evelyn’s. The distance separating them had shrunk to a mere few meters. Alex could see with perfect, excruciating clarity how Jordan’s hand remained possessively wound around Evelyn’s waist, and the sight brought him to the absolute precipice of his sanity.

"You appear to be thoroughly relishing your dance, Evelyn," Alex hissed as their sweeping steps brought them close enough to cross paths.

Evelyn didn't break her rhythm for a single second. Instead, she deliberately leaned her head against Jordan’s shoulder for a fleeting moment before slanting her gaze toward Alex with a mocking smirk.

"Immensely. My companion is exponentially more captivating than a groom who projects the aura of a walking corpse," Evelyn replied serenely, her melodic voice loud enough to pierce directly through Cindy, whose face flushed a violent, furious crimson.

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"I need to slip away to the powder room," Evelyn murmured to Jordan, who was currently sitting comfortably, enjoying a dessert after the waltz had concluded.

Jordan offered a brief nod without lifting his eyes from his plate. "Hm. We depart immediately after."

"Understood," Evelyn answered shortly before turning her back on the echoing noise of the grand ballroom.

However, she remained entirely oblivious to the fact that a pair of predatory, hawkish eyes tracked her every single movement. Alex, recognizing a golden window of opportunity while Cindy was locked away in the transit suite adjusting her cosmetics and gown, immediately vanished from the hall. With hurried yet heavily guarded steps, he stalked Evelyn from a distance.

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