Revenge on my Alpha husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Edward: For a long second, neither Harvey nor I spoke. Then— "What the fuck was that?" Harvey’s voice was filled with confusion and anger. I ran a hand over my face, exhaling. "I don’t know." Harvey let out a sharp breath. "You don’t know?" He took a step closer, his frustration rolling off him in waves. "Edward, she has cast a fucking spell on you. And you’re just sitting here, smiling like a goddamn fool while she plays you like a puppet." I frowned. "It’s not—" "Don’t," he cut me off, his voice low, dangerous. "Don’t you dare defend her. You’re better than this." I looked away, my fingers tightening around the box Freya had given me. Harvey scoffed, shaking his head. "You do realize this is exactly how it started with Ethan, right?" I flinched. "Wake up, Edward," Harvey said, his voice quieter now, almost resigned. "Because if you don’t, you’re going to lose everything." Then, without another word, he turned and stormed out, slamm

Freya: The moment I slammed the car door shut, my nails dug into the steering wheel. My entire body vibrated with barely contained rage, my breaths coming sharp and ragged. I could still hear Lianna’s voice in my head, smug and triumphant, as she tore apart everything I had built. That traitorous bastard of a driver. That wretched, meddling Lianna. How? How had I been so careless? I threw my head back against the seat, laughing bitterly at my own stupidity. I had let myself slip, drunk on the small victories I had won. I had been so caught up in Edward’s attention shifting toward me, so satisfied with the way the elixir had started to take effect, that I had gotten comfortable. And comfort was a luxury I could never afford. The moment Lianna walked into that dining hall, I had known. The way Edward’s expression darkened when he heard it, it was all unraveling. She had found out. And it was all because of John. My teeth clenched. If I had ended h

Lianna: I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I glanced at myself in the mirror again, torn between laughing and crying. I had never dressed this way for anyone. Sure, I had worn a dress for Ethan once—on the night of our wedding, when I had slipped into the most sultry, elegant thing I could find, hoping he would actually see me for once. But no. That night, I had been left with the cold, empty space of a different room while he slept somewhere else. I shook my head, shoving that thought away. It wouldn’t help me now. It never had. Edward was different. He wanted this. Told me to wear something sexy for him, and damn it, I was going to. I barely had time to process it, but there I was, standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in a two-piece bikini. The soft fabric clung to my skin, hugging every curve in a way that made me feel—exposed. But I couldn’t back out now. No way. Edward’s words still rang in my ears. "Wear it for me, Lianna. I want to see you."

Lianna: The morning light spilled through the tall window, warm against my skin, a slow caress that eased me into wakefulness. But the real warmth, the one that made me want to stay exactly where I was, came from Edward. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me as if I belonged nowhere else. For a long moment, I just lay there, letting the feeling of absolute contentment settle over me. I had never thought I could feel this way, so at peace, so—dare I say it—happy. Carefully, I lifted my head, taking in the sight of Edward’s face. In the soft glow of morning, he looked almost unreal. Strong jaw, slightly tousled hair, thick lashes casting shadows against his cheeks. If the gods had ever sculpted a man by hand, I was convinced they had taken their time with this one. A small, ridiculous smile tugged at my lips as I reached up, fingers hovering just over his face. His eyes fluttered open. I barely had a second to react before I was caught in the full fo

Lianna: She looked different. Her usual haughty confidence had been stripped away, leaving behind someone tired, almost… haunted. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, her shoulders drawn in like she was bracing for an attack. Edward’s jaw tensed. He didn’t even bother greeting her. I leaned back in his lap, tilting my head as I studied her. "You look awful," I said sweetly. "Having a hard time sleeping? Guilt tends to do that." Freya sighed heavily. "I expected as much from you." "And yet you walked in here anyway," I said, arching a brow. "What do you want?" She hesitated, looking between the two of us. "Before you start hurling insults at me, I'd like to speak." Edward exhaled sharply. "Then get on with it," he said, his voice clipped. I liked the sound of that. Freya hesitated, as if debating whether to actually go through with whatever she had come to say. Then, taking a deep breath, she began. “I lied about being married before,” she sa