บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

　　He reached the bed and lowered her carefully onto the mattress, his hands lingering a moment longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go.　　Emily looked up at him, her hair fanning out across the pillows, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and soft.　　Adrian stayed there for a beat, hovering above her, his gaze tracing every inch of her face like he was trying to memorize her all over again.　　Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her.　　Slowly. Deeply.　　The kind of kiss that didn’t rush, didn’t ask for anything—only gave. His mouth moved against hers with a tenderness that made her heart ache, like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into that single touch.　　Adrian shifted, bracing one arm beside her head, the other sliding along her waist with a patience that made her tremble. His fingers brushed the hem of her pajama top, tracing small, reverent circles against her skin, as if asking permission without ever needing to speak.　　When Emily gasped softly against hi

　　Adrian smiled against her hair, then shifted to the side, pulling the covers up over both of them.　　He gathered her into his arms, tucking her securely against him, her head nestled under his chin, his hand stroking soothing circles along her spine.　　Emily let out a tiny sigh, the last of her tension melting away.　　Wrapped up in his arms, with the steady thud of his heartbeat against her ear and his breath warm in her hair, she finally felt herself drift.　　Safe.　　Loved.　　Home.　　Adrian kissed the top of her head one last time and whispered,　　"Sleep, baby. I'm not going anywhere."　　And with that promise stitched into the night between them, they both surrendered to sleep—together.　　-　　The design studio was finally finished—　　polished marble floors, glass walls that caught the sunlight just right, sleek modern lines that spoke of ambition and elegance.　　It stood just a few blocks away from E International, nestled in the heart of the city’s thriving downtown core.　　When E

As the applause faded and the lights dimmed slightly, a soft transition played across the massive LED screen behind Emily. The crowd turned to look— and there it was. A sleek, elegant Möbius strip, rendered in brushed platinum and rose gold, slowly rotated on the screen. It was the official brand symbol of her new line. The host, standing beside the podium, turned toward her with a smile. “Ms. Hart, could you tell us a bit about the meaning behind this design?” Emily smiled, steady and poised, her voice carrying gently through the mic. “The Möbius strip has a fascinating history,” she began. “It’s a one-sided surface—continuous, infinite. No beginning, no end. It symbolizes unity, eternity, and the beautifully complex nature of connection.” She paused, then added, her eyes softening slightly. “When I created this brand, a part of its philosophy was inspired by my husband. This symbol you see here is also the foundation of our wedding ring design. Because I believe every s

　　The interview and shoot were scheduled just days later, and the production team had already planned a short behind-the-scenes video to be released on social media first—　　a chance to ride the momentum while it lasted.　　Still, as Emily stood in the spotlight of the photo studio, the lights glaring overhead, she felt a twist of nerves in her stomach.　　The lighting rig blocked half her view. She could barely see beyond the softboxes, let alone the studio door.　　She took a quiet breath and tried to focus.　　From behind the equipment, she heard the director chuckle.　　A warm, baritone voice followed with a teasing edge:　　“Well, well. Look who’s here. Didn’t expect to see you.”　　Emily glanced up instinctively.　　And there he was.　　Adrian—tall, sharp, completely out of place in a room full of rolling racks and lens flares—yet somehow fitting in all the same.　　He gave the director a polite nod.　　“Thought I’d drop by,”he said easily.“My wife’s first major cover. Wouldn’t miss it.”　

　　The phone rang barely a second after Emily removed Mike from her block list.　　She stared at the screen,lips tightening,then answered.　　“Emily,”Mike’s voice came through smooth,laced with concern.“I saw the news.The posts,the comments…all of it.”　　He sighed deeply,like it pained him.　　“I’m really worried about you.Adrian clearly hasn’t done enough to protect you.You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”　　Emily said nothing.　　“I can help,”he continued.“I can speak out.I can get Vivian to clarify everything—the plagiarism rumors,the third-party drama.It can all go away.”　　Emily’s eyes narrowed.　　“That doesn’t sound like you,”she said quietly.“Why would you help me now?”　　A pause.　　Then Mike answered,soft and deliberate,“There’s just one condition.”　　Emily’s stomach turned.　　“You come back to me.”　　She inhaled sharply.“No need to go that far.I just need you to clarify one thing—that we ended things peacefully.”　　But Mike’s tone snapped.　　“No.Don’t think you can cut me