LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

ChristopherThe silence in the car is suffocating. I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. Elizabeth sits in the back, her head turned toward the window, while Edward clings to her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear again. I glance at my mother, catching the way her lips press into a thin line. She’s thinking the same thing I am.What the hell is Elizabeth playing at?She’s changed. That much is clear. The woman I knew was fragile, naive—an easy pawn. But this version of her, sitting there with that eerily calm expression, feels different. It’s unnerving. I can’t read her, and that terrifies me.My plans are crumbling. A month ago, I was set to pocket one hundred and fifty million dollars, and now, here she is—back from the dead, threatening to ruin everything. And to make matters worse, thanks to her father and her lover, she still holds the majority shares of Bell Energies. That thought alone makes my blood boil. As if Sebastian Valdez wasn’t already enough of a

ChristopherIt has been a week since Elizabeth returned. A week since she walked through the doors of this house like she still belonged here. A week since she accused me of trying to have her killed.If she’s planning something, she’s keeping it close to her chest. She hasn’t let a single crack show. And that unsettles me. I’ve done everything to contain the situation—cut off every loose end. I even fired Agnes, Edward’s nanny, the only person close enough to notice something was off. No one who knows what happened to Elizabeth is still around, except Celeste, Celia, and Martin. But still, she keeps her distance. She watches me like she’s studying me, like she’s remembering.Does she remember? The thought burns through me like whiskey down my throat.“What’s going on in that head of yours?”Celeste’s voice drags me back to the present. She’s been standing in my office for who knows how long. I never even heard her come in. She’s smirking, her eyes gleaming with amusement.“Why are

ElizabethShock ripples through me, leaving my body frozen in place.Of all the games Christopher could have played, I never imagined this.A proposal?Renewing our vows?He doesn't love me.He never has.So why?I can't question him. Not now. Not when I'm starting to remember. Not when I know who he truly is. I need to play this carefully, keep my face neutral, my voice steady. Whatever he’s planning, I need to stay ahead of him.“Elizabeth, Christopher asked you a question,” Celia’s sharp voice cuts through the room. There’s an edge to her tone, a demand laced with impatience.Anger simmers beneath my skin. If I say yes, I go back to being Christopher’s puppet, his punching bag. My stomach churns at the thought. I take a breath, preparing to respond, but before I can, the doorbell rings.Relief floods me. Saved by the literal bell.The house manager rushes in, looking pale. “You have guests.”Celia’s eyes narrow. “Who?”Before the house manager can answer, two tall figures step into

ElizabethThe glass doors of Bell Energies slide open with a quiet whoosh as I step inside. The air is thick, laced with the familiar scent of polished wood and expensive cologne.It’s the same building I once walked through with my hidden shame, the same halls that were once used to humiliate me. But today, everything feels different.Every step I take is heavy, my heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown to the inevitable.My heart pounds in my chest, but I refuse to let my fear show. I’ve come too far. I won’t stop now.Edward’s sleepy embrace, Michael’s lingering gaze, and my father’s firm nod flash through my mind. They’re safe. That’s all that matters. I did what I had to do. Now, it’s time to finish this.Sebastian is beside me, his presence steady. I can feel his eyes on me, searching, waiting. Eric walks slightly ahead, his movements sharp and focused, like a man preparing for battle. And then there are the detectives, their hushed conversations crackling with

SebastianI stand on the balcony, the cool night air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.The city lights twinkle below, but nothing feels the same since I’ve been back.I steal a few precious moments with my daughter, but the rest of my time is devoted to helping Elizabeth win her war. It’s a battle that I started, yet here I am, caught in the crossfire of emotions.I take a long sip of the whiskey in my hand, the warmth spreading through me, but it does little to ease the turmoil inside.I fight every impulse that tells me to grab Elizabeth, to kiss her until she remembers how it felt to be together. The few times I’ve stolen a kiss from her have been electric, but then I saw her with Michael. The way her lips caressed his, how gently they were together—it is driving me insane.She has moved on. She doesn’t love me anymore.I swallow hard, the whiskey burning my throat as I think about how I’ve avoided her since.I’ve pulled back every time she reached for me, unable to sto