My Possesive Ex-Husband

Chapter 3

Evelyn chuckled softly as her fingers scrolled through her phone, reading the barrage of angry, jealous messages Alex had sent. Was she happy? Absolutely. A surge of cold satisfaction welled up inside her as she saw her plan working. She had Alex paralyzed, unable to look away from her even though their story was officially over.

​In the future, even if Alex had to marry the woman his mother chose, Evelyn would ensure that his mind and soul would never truly escape her.

​"You clearly still love me. So why did you let me go, Alex?" Evelyn murmured to the ceiling of her room.

​She lay comfortably on the bed of the luxury apartment Alex had once bought in her name—an apartment that now stood as a silent witness to her

cold revenge.

​"Tomorrow... what will you do when I show up at the university reunion with Jovan?"

​Evelyn let out a small laugh, a sound that contrasted sharply with the silence of the room. Her eyes flashed with a fleeting, hollow triumph.

​"You’re going to lose your mind. Keep going. Because I won’t let you find happiness easily after you threw me away like trash."

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​That night, the five-star hotel ballroom was filled with familiar faces from their college days. Evelyn stepped inside wearing a maroon backless dress that hugged her curves perfectly—a dress Alex had always forbidden because he found it too provocative. Beside her, Jovan slipped his hand around her waist, a gesture Evelyn intentionally allowed.

​Sure enough, it took only five minutes before she felt a pair of eyes piercing her back with an intensity that could burn skin.

​Alex was there. Standing in the corner of the room, he gripped a glass of champagne so tightly his knuckles turned white. Beside him stood Cindy, the woman his mother had handpicked, who seemed busy greeting their colleagues. However, Alex wasn't focused on Cindy at all. His eyes were locked on the curve of Evelyn’s back and Jovan’s hand resting there.

​"Evelyn, you look breathtaking tonight," Jovan whispered, well aware they were the center of her ex-husband’s attention.

​"Thank you, Jo. Stay close to me," Evelyn replied, leaning her head briefly against Jovan’s shoulder while casting a victorious glance toward Alex.

​Alex couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his glass onto the table with a sharp clink, ignoring Cindy mid-sentence, and strode through the crowd.

​"Evelyn! With me. Now!" Alex growled as he stood before them. His voice was low, vibrating with a dark threat.

​Evelyn didn't budge. She looked him up and down as if he were nothing more than a speck of dust ruining the view.

"My apologies, Mr. Archer. You no longer have the right to command me. Aren't you here with your future bride? Go take care of her."

​"I am not joking, Evelyn Almira! Get this man’s hands off you, or I will make a scene that will humiliate you in front of everyone!"

​Alex’s grip shifted to Evelyn’s wrist, pulling her away from Jovan. His eyes were bloodshot—not from drink, but from a mangled ego. In that moment, Evelyn realized Alex was truly standing on the precipice of his sanity.

​She flashed a crooked smile as Alex dragged her away from the ballroom. Every pair of eyes followed them—shocked, confused, and disdainful. Including Cindy, Alex’s fiancée, who stood frozen with a pale face.

​As she was being dragged away, Evelyn caught Cindy’s gaze, sending her a sharp look that seemed to scream: Look, even though you’re his fiancée, he’s still going mad over me!

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​Alex shoved Evelyn roughly against the wall once they reached a deserted hotel corridor. His breath was ragged, his eyes burning with a rage and jealousy that had reached its breaking point. Evelyn merely suppressed a smile, ignoring the sting in her wrist from his crushing grip.

​"Are you trying to seduce me?! Trying to provoke me?!" Alex snarled, his face only inches from hers.

​Evelyn looked up, meeting his gaze without a hint of fear. She was actually enjoying the tremors of the man in front of her.

​"Tell me, exactly which part of this is seduction? Provocation?" Evelyn asked in a hauntingly calm tone, a stark contrast to Alex’s exploding emotions.

"I only came here to attend a reunion. So..."

​She lifted her free hand, trailing her fingertips sensually along Alex’s sharp jawline. It was a cold touch that felt like fire against his skin.

​"Mr. Archer shouldn't feel like the world revolves around him. I didn't come here for you."

​Alex fell silent for a moment, his throat suddenly dry. Her touch was the very poison he craved most. The obsession had fully seized his reason. He no longer cared about the Archer family’s reputation or the fact that Cindy was likely crying in the hall. Right now, there was only Evelyn—the ex-wife he had let go because he was a coward, but whom he now wanted more than anything in the world.

​Alex grabbed both of Evelyn’s shoulders and slammed her back against the cold marble wall. He stared at her with a terrifying, wild look in his eyes.

​"Not for me? You think I’d believe that?" he whispered sharply. "You wore this damn dress to show the world exactly what I gave up, didn't you?! You want me to suffer seeing another man touch your skin!"

​Evelyn opened her mouth to mock him again, but Alex didn't give her the chance. He crossed the line. He silenced her with a kiss that was anything but gentle—a kiss filled with demand, fury, and an insatiable hunger.

​Evelyn struggled for a moment, trying to push against his broad chest, but his strength was overwhelming. Alex pinned both of her hands above her head with one hand, while the other gripped her waist possessively, as if trying to fuse their bodies back together.

​The kiss was a forced claim. Alex wanted to remind her that her body, her scent, and her very breath still knew him best.

​"Tell me again that you didn't come for me, Evelyn!" Alex hissed as he pulled back just an inch, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. "Tell me that while your heart is racing this fast because of me!"

​Evelyn gasped, her chest heaving. Her eyes, hazy yet full of hatred, glared at him. Instead of being afraid, she let out a faint laugh through her ragged breath.

​"You really have gone mad, Alex. You’re kissing me here, while your fiancée is out there waiting for a coward like you."

​"To hell with her! To hell with my mother! To hell with everyone!" Alex groaned in frustration. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the perfume that haunted his every night.

​"Don't you ever let that man touch you again. Or I swear, Evelyn... I will destroy his life and lock you away somewhere where no one will ever find you."

​In that silent corridor, Evelyn realized her plan had succeeded completely. Alex had turned into a monster. Yet, a flicker of fear sparked in the corner of her heart—the monster she had created might be one she could no longer tame.