His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Two days slipped by in a heartbeat, and just like that, Cassius's birthday arrived.

The night before, Elmsworth had its first real snowfall of the season. Now, outside the hospital window, every bare branch was dusted in white, as if someone had taken the world's finest powdered sugar and sprinkled it over everything. It looked just like something out of a Christmas card-peaceful, magical, and almost too romantic to be real.

"Dr. Bright, the white roses you ordered are here!"

Chasel was so lost in Thaddeus's charts and x-rays that he barely noticed the young nurse standing in front of him, arms full of a massive bouquet. He blinked, glancing at the clock-it was already the end of his shift.

"Oh-thanks! Just leave them on the coffee table, if you don't mind."

He flashed her a fox-like smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, fair skin

practically glowing under the fluorescent lights. Honestly, he looked better than the snow outside.

"Dr. Bright, those roses are gorgeous! Who are they for?" the nurse asked, cheeks turning pink as she stared at the bouquet and then at him.

Chasel stretched, a look of pure happiness lighting up his face. He couldn't help the blush that crept over his cheeks.

"They're for my partner. It's his birthday today."

The nurse's eyes went wide with excitement. "Oh my gosh-is it Mr. Cassius Ashbourne?!"

He grinned, not hiding a thing. "Who else would it be? He's the only one for me."

Cassius. If he could, he'd pin a neon sign to his chest that read “Taken: By the World's Best Guy." Low-key? Not a chance. When you found your soulmate, why pretend

vibrating with glee. "Dr. Bright, you and Mr. Ashbourne have

had ready for weeks: a classic wristwatch, their initials

he said sincerely. "We plan on

in the other, Chasel hurried down to the hospital's underground

an engine shattered the hush of the cold

he could react, a black sedan tore through the lot, barreling toward him like something out of

He tried to jump aside, but

his arms, white

Screeeeech!

to a stop less

beading at his temples.

shouldered with sharp, angular features. He had the kind of presence that made the air

look familiar..." Chasel managed,

up a birthday card that

bouquet. He read the neat handwriting out

may

wonder

but you're the one

remost. love you like

light-endlessly and

-Happy Birthday, Cassius."**