Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 242: Tension Across the Table

Evander sat at the long, conference table, his fingers idly tapping against the polished surface as he waited. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and leather, but it did little to mask the tension that coiled in his chest. He could not believe he was here, sitting across from Kai of all people, but their fathers had insisted. Business, they said. A matter concerning their intertwined family holdings.

Evander exhaled through his nose, his patience running thin. The only reason he hadn’t walked out yet was out of respect for his father. But every second in the same room as Kai felt like a test of his self-control.

Kai leaned back in his chair, an infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a tailored suit that probably cost more than the average person made in a year. But no amount of luxury could mask the rot underneath. To Evander, Kai was nothing more than a man grasping at something he had already lost.

"So," Kai finally spoke, his voice smooth, calculated. "I have to say, I’m surprised you agreed to this meeting. I thought you’d be too busy playing house."

Evander’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t take the bait. "We’re here to discuss business. Nothing else."

Kai chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "Oh, come now, Evander. You and I both know that business isn’t the only thing on your mind." His dark eyes glinted with something unreadable. "How’s Delphinia?"

Evander’s fingers stilled against the table. A sharp, simmering heat spread through his veins, but still, he kept his expression neutral. "She’s exactly where she belongs. With me."

Kai hummed, tilting his head as if considering Evander’s words. "You think so?" He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately. About us."

Evander’s patience snapped like a frayed thread. His chair scraped against the floor as he leaned forward, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury. "Watch your mouth, Kai."

Kai held up his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk on his lips remained. "Relax, Evander. I’m just saying, we have a long history, Delphinia and I. Maybe she doesn’t remember it as fondly as I do, but love like that doesn’t just disappear."

Evander’s vision darkened at the edges. "Love?" He scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "You call what you did to her love?"

Kai’s expression faltered for a moment, but then he let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. "I made mistakes. I admit that. But people change." He leaned forward slightly, his tone lowering. "And maybe, just maybe, she’ll see that."

A dangerous silence settled between them. Evander’s hands curled into fists on the table. He could already see the outcome of this conversation. It didn’t matter what Kai said—he was delusional if he thought Delphinia would ever look his way again. But still, the fact that Kai even dared to speak about her, to imply there was still a chance, made Evander’s blood boil.

"She’s my wife." Evander’s voice was low, steady, and full of warning. "She chose me."

Kai’s smirk widened, and he leaned back in his chair, as if he had all the time in the world. "For now."

That was it. Before Evander even registered his own movement, he was on his feet, his hand gripping Kai’s collar in a tight fist. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air crackling with barely restrained violence.

Kai’s smirk finally slipped, his hands instinctively reaching up to grasp Evander’s wrist. "You’re proving my point, you know," he murmured, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Evander’s grip tightened. "You don’t get to talk about her. You don’t get to even think about her." His voice was low, dangerous. "She’s not yours. She never was. And she never will be."

Kai’s throat bobbed slightly, but he forced a smirk again. "Sensitive, aren’t we?"

Evander’s fist twitched, his knuckles itching to connect with Kai’s smug face. But he forced himself to take a breath. He wasn’t going to give Kai the satisfaction of seeing him lose control. Instead, he released him roughly, shoving him back into his chair.

Kai exhaled sharply, adjusting his collar as he shot Evander a sharp glare. "Temper, temper," he muttered, though his voice was noticeably less arrogant.

Evander straightened his jacket, his eyes still burning with barely restrained rage. "Stay away from her," he warned, his tone final.

But Kai didn’t seem intimidated. In fact, the amusement only deepened, his eyes gleaming with something far darker beneath the surface.

"You’re so touchy," Kai drawled, his smirk widening. "You really think she’s yours now, don’t you?" He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as if delivering some sort of private revelation. "She’s mine, Evander. She always has been."

Evander’s chest tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The calm, collected man he prided himself on being was slipping, and fast. He could feel the anger boiling inside him, rising like a wave ready to crash over everything. His breath came out in shallow, measured bursts as he tried to keep control.

Kai took another step toward him, unbothered, letting the words hang in the air like a taunt. "Everything about her is mine," he continued, as if he were talking about a possession, a toy, something that could be claimed. "You’re just... enjoying the leftovers, Evander. She was mine first. She’ll always be mine. All of her. Every inch of her. You’re just playing house."

Evander’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of his jacket, his lips pressing into a thin line. The air around them grew thick, charged with the tension between them. But Kai—Kai just stood there, his stance relaxed, the arrogance in his posture only making Evander’s blood boil more.

Kai’s voice dropped to a near-whisper. "She used to belong to me. And now... now you’re just playing with what’s left of her. You’ll never be what I was to her. Never."