บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

　　With that, he helped her toward the hospital entrance, following the path Emily had taken.　　They kept their distance—but Mike’s eyes never left her.　　By the time Emily reached the third floor and paused outside Miss Hart’s room, Mike and Vivian were just rounding the corner behind her.　　He didn’t call out again.　　By the time Mike and Vivian finally made it to the hospital floor, Emily was already inside Miss Evelyn Hart’s room, chatting softly with the older woman. Vivian, still limping slightly, had slowed them down with every step, and now they stood just outside the door, unseen, listening.　　Inside, Miss Hart smiled warmly.“So tell me, Emily, how have you been, dear? Have you settled down? Found someone?”　　Emily’s voice was light.“Actually…I’m married now. I’ll bring him next time so you can meet him.”　　Mike’s jaw clenched.　　Before he could stop himself, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.　　“You’re lying,”he snapped.　　The sudden voice startled Miss Hart. She loo

　　That evening, Emily curled up beside Adrian on the couch, her head resting against his shoulder as the soft glow of the screen lit up the living room.　　They were watching the freshly edited footage from the night she’d surprised him—the velvet box, the exchanged rings, the fireworks blooming above their heads. The photographer had done a beautiful job. Every frame looked like a dream, but it was the unspoken expressions between them—the quiet awe, the tenderness—that made Emily’s chest ache just a little.　　She reached for Adrian’s hand without thinking, interlacing their fingers.　　“By the way,”she said quietly, her voice a soft thread in the calm.“I went to the hospital today to visit Miss Hart—my old high school teacher.”　　Adrian turned slightly toward her.“How is she doing?”　　“She’s stable now. But…I ran into Mike. And Vivian.”　　Adrian’s hand tensed almost imperceptibly in hers.　　Emily felt it. She gave a small, reassuring squeeze.　　“I told him I’m married,”she continued.“

　　The car was quiet as it moved through the late-morning traffic, sunlight glinting off the glass as Emily and Adrian sat side by side in the back seat. She had finally made up her mind—Adrian would meet her parents today.　　Neither of them spoke much, but her fingers were curled loosely around his, resting on the seat between them. The tension in her shoulders hadn’t gone unnoticed.　　“You sure?”Adrian asked gently.　　Emily nodded.“As sure as I’ll ever be.”　　He squeezed her hand once, and she gave him a soft, grateful smile.　　Their driver took a turn onto the lakeside road, the city slowly giving way to the quieter outskirts where her parents lived.　　—　　At that exact moment, across the city—　　Mike sat at his desk, scrolling absently through the latest business news when a headline caught his eye.　　“Private But Powerful:E International’s Adrian Blackwood Breaks His Silence in Exclusive Feature.”

　　Emily fell silent. She remembered what Mike had said weeks ago—that they weren’t her biological parents. The words still sat heavy in her chest. But she didn’t have the strength to say it now.　　Adrian spoke instead, his tone firm but respectful.“The project A Design is bidding on is financially volatile. Emily had every right to walk away. Besides, the Morgans asked her to sell her shares long before the deal finalized.”　　Her father narrowed his eyes.“That’s because they were going to get married…”　　The sentence trailed off.　　He looked at Adrian, then back at Emily.“So when…did you two get together?”　　Emily hesitated, but Adrian didn’t.　　“Two months ago,”he said.“After she and Mike ended things. I started pursuing her. We’re together now.”　　Her parents exchanged a sharp glance.　　Two months ago…　　They remembered clearly—that was when Mike and Vivian had gone to that resort together. Just the two of them. They’d called Mike at the time, but had kept it quiet from Emily. They

　　Mike sat on the cold bench in the police station, jaw tight, wrists red from the cuffs they’d only just removed.　　He hadn’t spoken since they brought him in.　　Mike could hardly breathe.　　He used to be the one she waited for.　　Used to be the one she laughed with, called late at night, told everything to.　　And now…　　Now she looked at another man like that.　　His chest burned. His throat felt tight.　　But even then—he told himself, if she came back…　　If she just showed up and said she made a mistake…　　He’d take her back.　　He’d forgive all of it.　　Adrian. The wedding ring. The silence. The lies.　　He’d erase everything just to have her again.　　The heavy door creaked open behind him.　　Lucas stepped inside, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He held a file in one hand, keys in the other, his expression caught between frustration and pi