From His Ex-Wife to the World's Most Sought-After Restorer (Jade and Hudson) novel Chapter 267

No matter how late he worked, Jade was always on the sofa, waiting for him.

Sometimes it would be three in the morning. He'd find her curled up and asleep, but the moment she opened her eyes and saw him, her face would light up with pure joy.

She'd make him herbal tonics for his hangovers. She'd massage his temples when they throbbed.

She'd whisper gentle warnings about his health, begging him to drink less.

When his stomach flared up, she looked like she was the one in pain. She'd cry while she cooked his specialty recovery meals, holding his hand and promising she'd fix him.

She drew him portraits. She traveled miles to remote churches just to get him a lucky charm...

Details he thought he'd buried were suddenly vivid, suffocating him.

He felt as if an iron hand had closed around his heart, squeezing the air from his lungs. He was gasping like a fish out of water, desperate for a shred of oxygen.

Between gasps, he remembered the hatred in her eyes when she spoke of their child and her mother's ashes.

He'd failed her. He knew that.

She had every right to hate him.

But hate was a form of passion. It wasn't indifference.

She had given him her best years, her entire heart.

Love like that didn't just vanish. He didn't believe it could be gone.

Hudson's eyes turned a violent red. His grip on the agreement tightened.

R-r-rip—

The sound of tearing paper shattered the silence.

Bert reacted instantly, lunging forward to snatch the document before Hudson could shred it completely.

"Give it back!"

Hudson tried to reclaim it, but a team of security guards burst through the door and tackled him.

The rage in Hudson's eyes was terrifying. He fought like a cornered animal, but the guards held him down, pinning him to the carpet.

Bert checked the paper. It was torn, but the signatures were still intact.

He handed it to his assistant. "Put this in the vault." He turned to the guards, his voice cold.

"He's lost his grip on reality. Take him to the estate and lock him in the master suite until he clears his head."

The Walter Estate.

The second the door locked, Hudson didn't hesitate. He grabbed a heavy walnut chair and smashed the second-story window. He didn't look down; he jumped.

Glass tore a long, jagged gash through his arm. His white shirt was soaked in crimson before he even hit the ground.

He didn't care. He evaded the guards, who were scrambling at the sound of the crash, and made it to the back gate where Kevin was waiting.

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