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CHAPTER 77: Closer Than Breath.
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The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 77: Closer Than Breath.
MICHAEL’S POVI had fallen in love with her.The realization struck me in quiet moments, when no one was around to hear the admission but me. I whispered it sometimes, as though testing how the words tasted in my mouth. I love her.Even now, saying it felt absurd. If someone had told me a year ago, I would have laughed. If they had told me seven years ago, when I humiliated her in front of the world, I would have thought them mad. I still remembered that day with agonizing clarity: her trembling voice, her eyes bright with sincerity, and my response, cutting, cruel, dismissive. I had left her broken before a watching crowd, and I had walked away proud of myself.How cruel I had been.And now, the cruelest irony of all was that I had become the fool. I loved her completely, achingly, helplessly.But why?I turned the question over and over in my mind. Was it pity, born from the weight of her father’s death? Was it regret for the way I once treated her? I had begged her forgiveness, ye
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 76: Tender Routine.
ALESSA’S POVIt had been several months since Caleb’s arrest. The chaos, the tension, the grief, they were all receding, leaving behind quiet spaces that felt both strange and full. Each morning, the city seemed a little less oppressive, the air a little easier to breathe. Natasha was slowly finding herself again, and I couldn’t help but feel a quiet relief.I never really knew Nina the way Michael or Natasha did. Neither did Disha. Yet seeing Natasha reclaim her life, her laughter returning like sunlight spilling over winter streets, made my chest feel lighter. Watching her fingers brush over piano keys, her voice threading through the studio, felt like witnessing a spark flicker back to life after months in shadow.We began spending more time together. Cafés bathed in sunlight, the city glittering beyond glass walls. Late-night drives with her songs spilling from the speakers, drifting like silk through the car as the streetlights painted patterns on our faces.Laughter tumbled f
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 75: Closing the Circle.
MICHAEL’S POVIt had been several months since April, close enough to a year now that the sharpness of that month had dulled into something I could almost mistake for a dream. The trial. Caleb’s arrest. The raw, unsteady sight of Natasha’s shoulders trembling at Nina’s grave. All those moments had been swallowed by time’s slow, steady tide, smoothed over until they no longer cut quite as deep.Seasons had rolled past us like uninvited guests that never stopped to ask if we were ready. Summer’s heat had once baked the streets until the asphalt shimmered. Then came autumn, scattering copper and gold leaves that skittered like restless paper across the sidewalks. Now winter pressed its cold hands against the windows each early morning, frost ghosting the glass before the city woke. Life didn’t pause to see if we had caught our breath. It never does.I used to think “time heals all wounds” was the sort of thing people said when they didn’t know what else to offer. A convenient phrase
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 74: Last Night of Holding On.
NATASHA’S POVThe wind had begun to shift by the time we left Nina’s grave. It carried the cool scent of damp grass and earth, soft against the sharp edges of the day. The cemetery gates creaked as we passed through, the iron bars closing behind us with a hollow thud that seemed to echo somewhere deep inside me.It was over.I’d thought those words a hundred times in the last few days even before and after the verdict, after seeing Caleb dragged away in chains, after hearing the gavel fall but they had never settled in my bones yet. The flowers lay at her headstone, quiet witnesses to our goodbye, and for the first time, I knew I wouldn’t be back here to linger in grief.The driver opened the car door, and we slipped inside without a word. The air inside was warm, but the silence cooled it. No one spoke.Amber sat beside me, her hands clasped in her lap, thumb rubbing anxiously over her knuckles. Alessa was by the window, cheek pressed into her palm, her gaze far away. Michael sat
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 73: Graveside Confessions.
NATASHA'S POVI watched as Caleb was pulled toward the exit, his wrists bound, his eyes searing through the room like molten steel. The crowd murmured, the scrape of shoes on polished floors mixing with Arianna’s fading cries. It was over, at least, that’s what everyone kept saying.Justice had been served. Nina had found justice. Caleb would spend the rest of his life behind bars.I should have felt victorious.But all I felt was… hollow.Relief curled at the edges of my mind, but it was tangled in a knot of sadness so deep it felt like it would never loosen. I’d fought for this moment, bled for it, risked everything to see it happen. Yet as Caleb disappeared from sight, a fresh wave of grief rose up, pressing against my ribs until breathing felt like work.Nina should have been here to see it, she should have been the one hearing the verdict, standing tall, reclaiming the life he tried to steal from her. Instead, she was only a memory. The memory of her laughter. The memory of her
The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy. CHAPTER 72: When the Verdict Fell.
NATASHA'S POV Three days had passed since Alessa and Disha’s visit, and finally, I was being discharged from the hospital. The faint sting of antiseptic still clung to the air, and the smell lingered in my nose as I stepped into the corridor where Mom and Dad waited. Their faces were worn from worry, yet softened with relief when they saw me. My chest tightened, exhausted, but deeply grateful to be going home.A nurse approached with a gentle smile, her voice calm but firm as she repeated for the third time, “No heavy training, no pushing yourself too hard. Your brain needs time to heal.”I nodded, swallowing against the dull ache in my head. “I understand.” Rest wasn’t just advice, it was survival.The first two days at home, I barely left my room. My wrist still throbbed, a stubborn reminder of what I’d endured, but the fog in my mind began to clear bit by bit. The world outside moved on, but for me, nothing felt the same.By the time Caleb’s second trial began two days later, th
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