His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1041

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.”

He was never shy about 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 otherwise?

“Wow… That’s so romantic!” The nurse clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with glee. “Dr. Bright, you and Mr. Ashbourne have to stay this happy forever, okay?”

Chasel opened his desk drawer and pulled out the birthday present he’d had ready for weeks: a classic wristwatch, their initials engraved on the back. He ran his fingers over the velvet box, eyes softening.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “We plan on it.”

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Gift bag in one hand, roses in the other, Chasel hurried down to the hospital’s underground parking lot, heading towards his car—a sleek, red convertible he’d saved up for since med school.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine shattered the hush of the cold air.

A piercing beam of headlights pinned him in place, forcing him to shield his eyes. Before he could react, a black sedan tore through the lot, barreling toward him like something out of a nightmare.

Chasel froze, panic stealing the breath from his lungs. He tried to jump aside, but he was too slow.

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