บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

　　She broke.　　It came in a rush of heat and sound, her spine arching, eyes fluttering shut, a cry caught in her throat as everything tipped over the edge. He didn’t let go, didn’t pull away.　　He held her through it, steady, patient—his name soft against her skin as her body gave in, moment after moment, until she collapsed back into the cushions, boneless and undone.　　When her trembling eased, he lifted his head, eyes warm, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slid up beside her, pulling her into his arms, her body limp against his chest.　　He didn’t say anything—just kissed her forehead, then her hairline, the rhythm of his breathing falling in sync with hers.　　When he finally rose, he scooped her up gently, one arm beneath her knees, the other steadying her back. She was half-asleep already, face buried against his collarbone, fingers curling instinctively into his shirt as he carried her through the quiet house.　　In the bedroom, he laid her down carefully, pulling the blanket

Her eyes adjusted slowly to the dark.A shape emerged from the shadows—then a face.Mike.Emily’s breath caught. “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped, yanking her arm. “What the hell is this? You tricked me into coming here for this?”“Yes,” Mike said, his voice low and unsteady. “I’m out of my mind. I’m sick. I should’ve snapped the moment I found out you married Adrian. Maybe I did.”He stepped closer, still clutching her wrist. “But every word I’m about to say is the truth. Emily—did you meet Sienna?”She froze. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” she said sharply. “I’ve never heard that name. Let me go.”His grip tightened, sending a jolt of pain through her arm.“Fine,” he growled. “Let me rephrase. Does Adrian have an aunt who looks way too young to be anyone’s aunt?”Emily stiffened.Something in her mind clicked. A memory. A photo.Her voice wavered. “That picture… it was you? You sent it?”Mike’s eyes darkened. “Damn right I did. And don’t you dare look at me like I’m

　　She thought back—not to the day she resigned from A Design, but even earlier. To when Luthmere first announced their tender.　　She had still been a shareholder then. Still part of the boardroom.　　And it was that decision—the company’s eagerness to chase the bid at all costs—that drove the first crack between her and Mike. They began to argue, then drift. Late nights replaced conversations. Meetings turned cold. Until one day, she quietly pulled out—both from the company and the relationship that had once seemed inevitable.　　And now, if what Mike said was true…　　Vivian hadn’t just met Sienna by accident.　　It was in a restroom—Sienna had spilled something on Vivian’s outfit, apologized, exchanged contact details.　　A simple slip. A convenient meeting.　　Too convenient.　　Was that moment staged too?　　Was everything?　　Her thoughts raced to that night at the bar. Their“reunion.”How strangely unsurprised Adrian had been to see her. Had that not been chance either?　　Her apartment’s

Emily let out a soft breath, the corner of her lips lifting.“No wonder,” she murmured. “No wonder you seemed distracted lately… like your mind was somewhere else. I kept feeling something was off.”Her brows knit gently. “You were afraid. Afraid of the day I’d find out and leave.”Adrian lowered his gaze for a second, then looked back at her.“…Yes.”Emily reached up and touched his cheek, her thumb brushing just below his eye.“Well, then let me make this clear—officially,” she said, her voice firm but warm. “I love you. Only you. No one else could ever compare. So you don’t need to be afraid anymore. You can have that confidence now.”His eyes didn’t move from hers. They held something unspoken—an ache, a wonder, like he was still trying to believe her words were real.She gave a soft, half-laugh, and tilted her head.She gave a soft, half-laugh, and tilted her head.“Look at you now… all vulnerable and soft. What happened to that strong, sharp, always-composed Adrian—the one who h

　　Emily didn’t say a word.　　She walked over barefoot, the hem of her robe brushing her ankles, and quietly climbed onto the bed. She curled herself sideways into his space, resting her head gently against his hip, one arm loosely draped across his waist.　　At first, Adrian didn’t notice.　　His fingers were still moving across the trackpad, eyes flicking across lines of text.　　Then he paused.　　Looked down.　　A smile softened his face.　　Wordlessly, he reached out and stroked her hair—slow, deliberate, fond.　　Then, without a sound, he closed the laptop.　　And the room settled into a peace that needed no explanation.　　Adrian pulled her gently into his arms, drawing the blanket over both of them as they settled into the hush of the night.　　Just as his breathing began to steady against her neck, Emily whispered,“I just remembered something.”　　He hummed lightly, eyes still closed.“What is it?”　　She hesitated, then said softly,“I found out a few days ago…that you’re the sole investor