LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

SebastianA sharp, burning pain cuts through my chest. "Who are you?" Elizabeth’s voice, cold and unfamiliar, hits me harder than any blow. She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t remember us. Her eyes, those eyes that once softened for me, are hard and distant. My throat tightens as she turns away, leaving me stranded in a room full of silent stares.I whip toward Michael, my voice low and biting. “What the hell happened to her?”Michael meets my glare, his expression calm, almost calculated. “She gets snippets,” he says, his tone firm. “She knows she has a son, but can’t place him.”I curse under my breath. “Has she seen a doctor?”“No,” Michael replies, his voice flat.“What?” My voice spikes, sharp and demanding. “Why the hell not?”Michael’s jaw tightens. “Because until yesterday, we didn’t know who we could trust—or who’s after her.”Before I can snap back, James Alexander strides into the room, his heavy presence commanding attention. Elizabeth follows her expression hard with determi

SebastianMy eyes are glued to Elizabeth. She doesn’t look at all like the woman I once knew. Maybe it’s the blonde hair, I think. No, that’s not it. It’s something deeper, something that twists my insides and leaves me restless. Her eyes. There’s a coldness there now, a guarded distance that wasn’t there before. The woman I loved, the woman who once looked at me like I was her whole world, now barely acknowledges my presence. My mind is a whirlwind of questions, each one more pressing than the last. What happened to our baby? Did she lose it? Was it taken from her? How did she escape Christopher’s clutches? How did she survive? And why, after everything, is she shutting me out? I need answers. I need to talk to her, to hold her, to tell her that I’m sorry for everything. But she’s not even letting me get close. Every time I take a step toward her, she steps back. Every time I open my mouth to speak, she cuts me off. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between us, and no matter how h

ElizabethThe car is silent except for the engine's hum and the faint sound of the city beyond the tinted windows. My fingers tremble slightly against my lap, and I press them together, willing the tension away. The weight in my chest is unbearable, pressing down on me, suffocating.Sebastian hasn’t said anything since I laid it out for him—help me, or walk away. I can see it in the way his back is rigid, the way his fingers curl tightly around the steering wheel. His knuckles are white, and his jaw clenches every few seconds like he’s grinding his teeth to keep himself from speaking.I steal a glance at him, at the way the city lights cast flickering shadows over his sharp features. The man beside me is not at all what I thought. Or maybe he is, and I just don’t remember. Either way, this is harder than I thought. I hadn’t planned on Sebastian being part of my return and hadn't counted on his presence disrupting everything I had set in motion. But Eric called him, and now he’s here

ElizabethI stand in the middle of the room, my hair now back to its raven color, falling loosely over my shoulders. The reflection staring back at me in the glass window is of someone who looks tired, someone worn down by battles that should never have been hers to fight. But despite it all, I still look like me. Still Elizabeth.Around me, everyone stands tense, their faces lined with concern. The air is heavy with unsaid words, with fears no one wants to voice aloud."Are you sure about this, honey?" James Alexander asks, his deep voice breaking through the quiet. His protective instincts radiate off him like heat, his arms crossed over his chest as he studies me.I nod, even though my stomach churns. I cannot let them see me falter, not now. Not today.James sighs, stepping closer. "Remember, someone already tried to kill you, Elizabeth. They even came for me and your brothers. So if, at any point, you feel unsafe, I want you to leave. No hesitation. Do you understand me?"His tone

ElizabethI freeze. The air in the room shifts, growing thick and suffocating. My fingers tighten into fists, nails digging into my palms so hard it hurts. My breath catches in my throat as I see them—Christopher, Celia, and Edward. It takes everything in me not to recoil, not to let the storm inside me show on my face. My pulse hammers against my ribs, my stomach knots so tight I feel like I might be sick. I bite down on my lip, the sharp pain grounding me, keeping me from crumbling. I cannot lose control. Not now. Not when the enemy is standing right in front of me. My destroyer. My nightmare in flesh and blood. And then, before I can prepare myself, it happens. “Mama!” Edward’s voice rings through the room, so innocent, so pure. My baby. My sweet, beautiful boy. He wiggles free from Christopher’s grasp and runs toward me with arms wide open. My heart shatters into a million pieces. I stand too fast, the chair scraping against the floor. The room disappears, the walls fade aw