His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Thaddeus stood there, his heart pounding in his chest like a caged beast, as he took in the scene before him. It was like something out of a nightmare-a twisted, cruel version of a moment he had only ever dreamed of. There stood Evadne, in a wedding dress, looking like a porcelain doll, perfectly placed for admiration in a shop window. The image was hauntingly beautiful, her icy white contrasting sharply with the deep black of the man beside her.

It was the first time Thaddeus had seen her in a wedding dress, a vision he had imagined countless times but never like this. His heart twisted painfully with every step he took towards them, his own blood trailing after him like a liquid shadow.

"Evadne! I'm here!" he shouted, his voice breaking, his throat raw from desperation. Tears blurred his vision as he pleaded, "Evadne, wake up! Look at

me!"

"Shh—" Avery stood tall and imposing behind Evadne, his presence as chilling as the icy air around them. His hand rested lightly on her bare shoulder, the other raised to his lips in a gesture of silence. "Don't be so loud. My wife is asleep."

Avery's words cut through Thaddeus like shards of glass. "You had Evadne for three whole years, Thaddeus. Did you ever give her a wedding? Did you let her be a bride? You called her your wife, but did she ever truly get to be one? All those dreams she had, the happiness she longed for-what you couldn't give her, I have."

in Thaddeus's heart. "That night, we were truly happy. Maybe

could never give Evadne the grand wedding, the

left Evadne's face, and in a moment of unrestrained emotion, he kissed her, deeply, passionately-right

a roar of

barrier. But the bullets merely bounced

weapon

reload when Avery finally turned from Evadne, speaking with a cold detachment. "Save your

fury and despair. "Avery, this is all about revenge, isn't

doesn't interest me, Thaddeus.

him, and a maid emerged, carrying a silver tray