His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1015

Several days had passed since she last saw him, and the man who used to exude elegance and command respect, a man whose very presence screamed

confidence and luxury, was nowhere to be found.

Sitting across from her was Avery, his face haggard and drawn, his once meticulously groomed hair now slightly disheveled. The sharp, hawk-like eyes that used to be his defining feature were now bloodshot and weary.

Once, he was Mr. Avery, a scion of the prestigious Chambers family.

Now, he was a fallen man, a mere shadow of his former self, a prisoner in every sense of the word.

Yet, when Avery heard that Evadne was coming to see him, he made an excuse to go to the restroom, quickly tidied his unruly hair with some water, and washed his face in haste.

The pride of the young Chambers heir had been shattered long ago, during his first year in Helgen.

Since then, the world had known no Mr. Avery, only a man named Avery who climbed ruthlessly over others, driven by vengeance and consumed by a darkness that had eroded his conscience.

He cleaned up, only because he was about to see Evadne.

Yes, he still loved her.

finally come to terms with the fact that he never

for something that was never meant to be had

glass, Avery and Evadne locked eyes. He looked at her in silence, unable to find the

bruise on his lip and the cut on his forehead, asking with a

lips curving into a faint, almost sad smile. "A lot of strangers

I don't see how you could get

it,

smile was a ghost of its former self, but his words to her were sincere, "Evadne, you might not believe this, but the days I've spent in this place have been the most peaceful I've had in over a decade. Before, I seemed to have it all, yet I spent every night plagued by nightmares. Every morning, I woke up thinking about the battles I had to fight, the vengeance I had to exact for myself and my mother. Now, it's

half his life, on the table. "My eyesight isn't even

thought you'd rather take your own life than be

your wish to see me brought

softened, a gentle curve forming in them. "I want to fulfill your wish." His voice was tender, like a lover's whisper, but no amount of affection could erase the deep

"Evadne, you've lost weight."

that longed to keep this final image of her locked away in his memory, to carry

to ask you, what did

keep her voice steady despite the piercing pain. "I know asking you might be in vain because of your hatred for Thaddeus.

"I don't know."