His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 498

Evadne had always longed to hear those sweet nothings, which once seemed as elusive as dreams.

But now, Thaddeus was like a clingy talk show host, chattering away night and day into her ear until she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, each time he drew near, touched her, kissed her, her mind lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, and she found herself helplessly enraptured, letting him tease and seduce her.

Love, after all, wasn’t about what she said.

It was about her reactions: whether her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, or her body betrayed her will.

Breath slightly disheveled from his kisses, Evadne playfully wound her fingers around his tie, “Thaddeus, you used to be so serious. Now, you’re like some… some…”

She hesitated, deciding the comparison she had in mind was too crass to voice. Even if it was true, some modesty should be preserved.

Thaddeus, breathing heavily, desperation and desire pooling in his eyes, stroked her neck, their foreheads touching.

“Evadne, I’m your hound,” he confessed.

Her heart skipped, cheeks flushed like a rosy dawn, her fingertip poking his firm chest, “Stop it, you. Insulting yourself is like insulting me.”

He swallowed hard, biting her tender, blushing lip, “Today, luckily, we’ve got an SUV. It’s spacious enough for us to play.”

“I came for revenge, not to mess around in a car!”

Evadne’s cheeks burned, and she flicked his forehead, quickly changing the subject. “Speaking of which, where’s the Fairhaven clan today? Jareth is practically a CEO. Wouldn’t he want to horn in on this occasion? Can’t stand to let the Chambers family steal the spotlight?”

“The Fairhavens are still cleaning up the mess Edith left behind. They’ve been under scrutiny, and they’re afraid showing up now might stir controversy.”

“Smart of them,” she scoffed.

Thaddeus leaned in, his nose tickling her cheek, “Jareth also said he hates these kind of do’s. Would rather be home cuddling with his sweet wife.”

“You’ve been cuddling me for days, leaving me all sticky and uncomfortable every morning,” Evadne complained as she wriggled out from his lap, “We’re sleeping in separate beds tonight!”

He watched her move away, lamenting, “Don’t be so cruel, Evadne.”

Then a knock at the door.

Evadne lowered the window to see Gordon’s face.

“Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy, everything’s set inside.”

“Thanks, Mr. Gordon,” she replied with a nod, but added a stern reminder, “Be vigilant. Today’s event is crucial. The Abernathy family isn’t here. If you’re spotted by the Chambers family, they’ll suspect something. It could hinder our plans.”

“Don’t worry, Evadne.”

waist, “I have my people inside, too.”

across the keyboard, green code cascading

help but admire her, feeling both awe and a touch

“Okay, all set.”

“Let’s just wait for the show

ready to support her come

the central hall, the atmosphere was tense, filled with

was giving a

while spouses like

But in the political arena, it was a man’s world. She was just

she who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without

she sat with haughty pride, imagining the day she’d sit at the front

her, whispers spread like

mighty. You’d think she had

she acts as if Edgar’s victory is

her family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain.

him. If they get

They were just sour grapes, envious of

his speech, the hall erupted in applause.

commanding presence, his voice booming through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner, who will unfold Elmsworth’s three–year business blueprint for

a wave of applause,

swelling with pride. She wanted the world to know that the

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thrilled to share with you the exciting future ahead for Elmsworth-”

the big screen, and in a

a thunderstorm had

project presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared on the

–

accepted – dates, locations, amounts

his mind reeling.

face drained of color, her world spun in a whirlwind of shock and horror.

into a

Doesn’t look like the project

a ledger? Like for

there! Isn’t that

taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting lavish jewelry, and, more damning still, flanked by two bombshells,

media went into a frenzy.

Who’s behind this? This is

released it now, they’re out to

it be Mr. Bartley? They’re political rivals in the upcoming election,

of reach? Whoever’s pulling the

and shiver on stage. Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics