บททั้งหมดของ A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: MARRIED TO MY ENEMY : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

~ Charles“If that is the case, then I should take you back home, right?” I sighed, my brows furrowed. “Mom, I don’t know why you wanted to live with us, but if your plan was to cause a rift between Megan and me, I’d suggest you leave. I decided to play along with your charade even though I want nothing to do with you. Regardless of all the things you put me through, I still think that you are my mother.”“I don’t appreciate the unnecessary drama you are trying to cause in my relationship. If you can’t coexist with Megan, one of you must leave, and that person will be you,” I said with a tone of finality.My mother wiped away a fake tear, looking at me with pleading eyes. “I just want to be close to you, Charles. I don’t want her to drive a wedge between us.”“That is enough, Mom,” I yelled, my frustration evident. “There has been a wedge between us long before Megan came into the picture, so stop with all these pretenses already.”My mom, not getting the reaction she desired, changed

~ CharlesThe golf club seemed like the perfect place to clear my head, but for some reason, I couldn’t shake off the heavy feeling of guilt pressing down on my shoulders.To make matters worse, Megan was by my side; her presence was like a constant reminder of what I did that night.There was nothing to come clean about, but why was I feeling guilty? What I did with my life was nobody’s business.The game with the mayor's son was just a mere distraction that failed to divert me. Megan cheered from the side, and I tried to ignore her. She canceled her plans to go to the race track all of a sudden to follow me to the club. I was already getting annoyed by her presence, although I refrained from telling her.After the games, we sat at the clubhouse, the silence between us deafening.Megan’s narrowed, piercing gaze demanded an explanation, and I knew I couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer.“Charles, we need to talk,” Megan said, her eyes searching mine.I hesitated, a lump forming

~ Megan“Charles?” I looked over Jenny’s father’s shoulder at Charles. “What are you doing here?”“Surprised, right?” Jenny’s father, Mr. Johnson, chuckled. “So were we when we first learned that Charles became a last-minute friend of Jenny. They met a day before her death.”My heart sank at the revelation. Charles and Jenny, friends? It was like discovering a hidden chapter in Jenny’s life I never knew existed. We told each other everything, so why didn’t she tell me about meeting a billionaire the day before?Charles shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. “I, uh, just wanted to pay my respects. I heard today is Jenny’s birthday, and I thought that was the least I could do.”“Oh, Megan, you have no idea how much of a support system Charles has been to us during this period of our mourning,” Mr. Johnson continued. “Both financially and psychologically, Charles has been more than helpful. You know, he even paid for therapy for my wife and me?”I eyed Charles, feeling a mix of emo

~ CharlesHe vowed to keep my secret, and he has been doing so for months now. We never spoke about it; it was almost as if it never happened. But the countless nights I woke up from my sleep panting because of the repeated nightmare I had didn’t let me forget.I thought that he should have learned something from that experience, but it turned out that he was not in the least affected by everything that was happening. I couldn’t blame him, though. He wasn’t the one that hit Jenny, so I guess he had nothing to be guilty of.After what felt like forever, Steve stepped out of the showers, eyes still as red as a bull’s.“Feeling better now?” I asked him with a cocked brow.He nodded, sluggishly towel-drying his hair. “You are going to rehab, Steve,” I declared.“I am not an addict,” Steve said begrudgingly, mumbling under his breath.“I didn’t ask if you were an addict, you junkie,” I retorted. “I know you are an addict, and the only place you can get the help you need is in a rehabilitat

~ Megan“Massimo?” I gasped. “What in heaven’s name are you doing here?”Massimo laughed heartily, pushing through the crowd of women towards me. He lifted me off the ground and spun me.All I could hear were the gasps of the women around and the clicking of their cameras.I wanted to scream at Massimo, but I held back the impulse. He had succeeded in putting my name in the headline news for today. Hashtag famous billionaire’s wife caught in the arms of her lover or something more sinister. I could expect that much with Miami paparazzi.Massimo finally released me, his dimples digging into his cheeks as he flashed me a radiating smile. Knowing Massimo, I knew he was going to say something that would end my social life for sure, so I dragged him away from the crowd to my table.He halted on seeing Celene, eyes wide. “Mi Amor, tell me that this isn’t little Celene?”I laughed awkwardly. “This is little Celene.”Celene, on the other hand, squinted her eyes as she stared at Massimo. “Craz