The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 25: One Day

“Oh, my goodness! Not again!” Mrs. Shaw exclaimed, seeing Evan being guided by Wendell into the villa’s entrance at four in the morning.

She tried to aid Wendell, but Wendell

said, “It’s okay, Mrs. Shaw, I can

manage. Please help me open the door to

his room.”

More than a week had passed since Evan

learned that Shantelle had left the city.

After confronting his parents, he locked

himself inside his room. Evan did not

bother to eat until lunch the next day. He spoke to no one, not his parents, friends,

or the villa’s caretakers.

Evan only returned to work after three days of isolating himself.

In the succeeding days, he spent it at the

office, working until midnight.

Occasionally, he went to the club with his

friends Wendell and Sean. Wendell often

drove Evan home since he was usually

drunk.

Tonight was no exception. Wendell rang

the villa’s gates, delivering Evan in a

drunken state.

Same as the last that he was intoxicated,

Evan was talking like Shantelle had never

left.

“Mrs. Shaw, where is the Misses? Tell her

to make my favorite dish.”

“Why is she not home yet? It’s already late. Mrs. Shaw, call the Scotts and have Howard pick up Shanty.”

“Wendell, call Shanty.”

“Yes, Evan. I will. Take a nap first, okay, buddy!” Wendell could only ride on

Evan’s gibberish, knowing he was not

himself. Generally, the next day, Evan would be back to being silent.

Wendell carefully laid Evan on the bed. He turned to Mrs. Shaw and said, “He is fine, Mrs. Shaw.”

“Oh, my goodness,” Mrs. Shaw asked. ” How long will he be like this?” 1

“I don’t know, Mrs. Shaw, but it’s

different with Evan because he knows he

at fault,” Wendell said. He returned

his friend, saying, “Only

will tell.”

***

Thompson?” In the

on Evan’s room for

was already past nine, and his

landline since seven.

Mrs. Shaw

permission, but at

she was worried

sake.

Thompson?”

again while

halfway.

there was no one on the bed. “Sir Thompson? Mister

called about an

contract.”

was no answer. She knocked

but there was

the bathroom, no

is Mister Thompson?”

confident the man had not left

since four in the morning.

walking a straight

have the readiness

the house.

about

a

frowned

investigate it.

lights to the enormous room,

of

last night, curled like a ball on the part where Shantelle’s long dresses were

Evan with a painful expression. Instantly, Mrs. Shaw fell to her knees, crying. She wound

Evan.

this would not have happened to both of you,” she said, stuttering

those opportunities lost.”

words that Mrs. Shaw

understood her words. Indeed, there were so

two

divorce,

but never acted on those

silently reflected, ‘Did I love

Evan would not have been so miserable these past few days if it were not the

admitted it was love.

is pain… the

those feelings for granted?’

her… I loved her, but she is

Evan

a minute, she listened

shut

massaged

a headache. He tapped on Mrs. Shaw’s shoulder and

some chicken soup

white gown he had bought Shantelle for

hung the same

days back. Then

Shantelle’s other clothes.

still wiping the

She was about to

when Evan instructed,

to maintain