Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 66: Broken Bonds

Evander shot up from the couch, the irritation in his chest flaring like a live wire. His eyes narrowed as he glared at Lydia, his jaw tight and his lips pressed into a thin line. He broke the silence with a tone as sharp as a knife.

"You’re really shameless, aren’t you?" he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. "How dare you say you miss us? You, the one who abandoned us. You left us like we were nothing."

Her surprise faded quickly, leaving behind a stubborn glint in her eyes. She stood her ground, her posture tense but proud. "I was eighteen, Evander," she countered, her voice trembling slightly but firm. "I was eighteen when I gave birth to Ashton. Do you think I was ready to be a mother at such a young age? To throw away my youth, my dreams, just like that?"

Evander scoffed, his bitter laugh echoing through the room. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the roots as though trying to pull out the frustration coursing through him. "And you think I was ready to be a father at eighteen?" he shot back, his voice rising.

Lydia’s expression shifted, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. She hesitated for a moment before finally responding, her tone defensive. "It’s different," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Being a father isn’t the same as being a mother."

Evander’s laugh this time was harsher, filled with a raw bitterness that cut through the air like a whip. His shoulders shook slightly as he shook his head, disbelief etched into every line of his face. "Not the same?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What’s not the same, Lydia? A father has no responsibilities? No sacrifices? Is that what you’re trying to say?"

Lydia flinched slightly at the venom in his tone but held her ground. She shifted uncomfortably, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.

Evander stepped closer, pointing a sharp finger at her with an intimidating glare. "You dumped all of your responsibilities on me!" he said, his voice trembling with anger. "You chose to run away, to abandon your own son when he was just three days old!"

"I didn’t have a choice!" Lydia shouted back, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes as she inched closer, trying to bridge the gap. "My parents hated me for it! They made it clear I wasn’t welcome with a child. I didn’t know what else to do."

Evander’s eyes burned with an intensity that made Lydia falter. He jabbed his finger in the air, his tone harsh and unrelenting. "What choice did you not have, Lydia? Maybe your parents didn’t care, but I did. I was willing to take responsibility. I was willing to marry you, to give Ashton a family. But what was your answer?"

Lydia’s lips trembled, and she glanced away, her guilt written all over her face.

"You said you didn’t want Ashton," Evander continued. "You said you’d rather leave than raise him. You’d rather be single than be a Walton’s wife. And you signed over full custody to me without a second thought."

Lydia’s hands balled into fists at her sides, and she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I know I was an idiot," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I know I made mistakes, and I regret them every single day. But I want to make it right. I want to meet Ashton. Please, Evander."

Evander clenched his jaw, his hands forming fists at his sides as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He exhaled sharply, his gaze as hard as stone. Without a word, he turned and pointed toward the door. "Get out of my house."

Lydia’s breath hitched, and she stepped forward, her hands outstretched in a pleading gesture. "Evander, please," she begged, her voice thick with desperation. "I’m begging you. Let me see him."

Evander turned back to face her, his expression as hard as steel. "Go," he repeated. "Now."

Tears streamed down Lydia’s cheeks as she dropped her hands to her sides, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. For a second, she didn’t move, silently hoping he’d relent, but his gaze crushed that hope.

"I won’t give up," she said at last. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Evander didn’t respond, his gaze unwavering as he watched her.

She swiped at her tears, her feet dragging as she moved to the door. Before stepping out, she stopped to look back at him. "I’ll find a way."

"Sure, whatever," he said flatly, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.

Lydia’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she turned away, disappearing through the door. The sound of it closing echoed through the room, leaving behind a heavy silence.

He let out a tired breath and sank into the couch, looking worn out. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. His head throbbed, the headache pounding relentlessly at his temples.

It had been only a few minutes, but the encounter with Lydia had drained him completely. His mind raced with memories he had tried so hard to bury—memories of sleepless nights with a newborn Ashton, of juggling work and fatherhood, of facing the judgmental stares of others who questioned why a young man like him was raising a child alone.

Evander clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had done everything for Ashton, sacrificed everything to give his son a good life. And now Lydia thought she could waltz back into their lives as though nothing had happened?

He leaned back against the couch, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. "Shameless," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But as much as he wanted to push the encounter from his mind, he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Lydia’s coming back was sure to cause chaos, and he had to brace himself for it.

For Ashton’s sake, he had to be.