LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Elizabeth“What are you up to, Christopher?” I ask, my voice steady, but my heart thunders beneath my chest.Christopher’s eyes narrow slightly as he steps closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator testing its prey. “Can’t I be worried about you, Lizzy?” he asks softly, his tone unsettlingly calm.Worried about me? A bitter laugh almost escapes me, but I swallow it back.Edward shifts in my arms, his little hands gripping my shoulders. I force myself to smile down at him, hiding the tension from his innocent eyes. “Go to your room, sweetheart,” I whisper gently, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll come find you soon, okay?”Edward hesitates, looking back at his father before nodding and running toward the hallway, his little footsteps echoing off the walls.Christopher doesn’t take his eyes off me. I don’t want Edward to see what might happen next. He’s already seen too much. I move quickly, brushing past Christopher before he can say anything else. The ache in my ribs flares up as

ElizabethI lift myself up on the table in the small cabin. A nice gift from Sebastian, but I cannot enjoy it.My head feels heavy, and my chest aches in ways I can’t describe. I pull myself together slowly, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floor as I stand.My legs wobble from the intense fuck that I had begged for. I steady myself with a deep breath.I wanted Sebastian to make me feel something—anything other than this hollow, suffocating emptiness. I wanted him to bring me back to life.“Take me for a drink,” I say, turning around to face him. My voice is flat, almost cold.Sebastian sits up from the table, his brows furrowed in confusion.“What do you mean, Elizabeth?” he asks, his tone careful, almost hesitant.“Take me drinking,” I repeat, crossing my arms over my chest. “To a bar. Somewhere loud, somewhere I can forget myself.”He stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. “What if someone sees us?”“What if they do?” I ask back, my eyes boring into his. “I don’t care.”H

SebastianI stand in the massive bathroom, steam curling up around me as I adjust the temperature of the water. The tub sits like a throne in the centre of the room, claw-footed and deep, the kind of bath that demands you stay in it for hours.This bathroom is a sanctuary, a place for comfort and escape—two things Elizabeth desperately needs right now.I glance back toward the door, my mind racing.She’s in pain; I know that much. Last night wasn’t just about the alcohol or the chaos—it was about her running from something, drowning in something. And now, here she is in my home, far from hers, far from the office.What if someone notices? What if Christopher starts asking questions? What if someone pieces it together—her absence, mine?I shake the thought away. I can’t leave her. Not like this. She needs me, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to be here for her.I head back to the bedroom. She’s sitting up now, the tray I left earlier completely empty. The sight pleases me more

Sebastian"No, sebastine." Elizabeth snaps, her voice slicing through the air like a blade.The word isn’t loud, but it’s firm—unshakable. Her eyes burn with an anger that shakes me to my core, but beneath it, I see something worse: confusion. Betrayal. Pain. I stand there frozen, fists clenched at my sides, my stomach twisting into knots. The tension in the room is unbearable. It feels like the air has been sucked out, leaving only a heavy, suffocating weight behind.I want to speak, to make her stay, to say the right thing—but how? Elizabeth is already moving, her hands trembling as she begins searching for her clothes. Her movements are frantic, almost wild, like she’s trying to claw her way out of this nightmare. “Elizabeth,” I manage to say, my voice low and steady, though every nerve in my body screams at me to yell, to beg her not to leave.“You can never go back to Christopher. I mean it.” She freezes, her back to me, her hand hovering over her discarded dress.Slowly, she

ElizabethBy the time I get home, I’m fuming. My head feels like it’s about to burst from the storm of emotions raging inside me. Sebastian’s words play over and over in my mind, each one louder than the last."Christopher left her to die.""Your miscarriages weren’t accidents.""Christopher is a monster."I can’t make sense of any of it. There’s too much happening all at once.First, I lost Edward, the only person who made me feel truly alive after everything.Then Sam—the doctor I only trust—tells me that my miscarriages weren’t accidents, and now Sebastian is accusing Christopher of being responsible for the death of his wife, Sarah.Could I truly be this blind? I ask myself, shaking my head as I pull into the driveway. Can my judgement really be this broken?I walk into the house without caring whether Christopher is home or not. I’m past worrying. My anger is too consuming, my need for answers too desperate.As I step into the living room, I see Agnes sitting on the couch, foldin