บททั้งหมดของ From Wife to Avenger: My Husband Must Fall: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CARLOS’S POVThe scent of rain still lingered in the air as we stepped into the house. The fire incident had been nothing more than a minor kitchen hazard, quickly contained before it could spiral into something worse. Still, I hadn’t let Bella out of my sight for the rest of the night. She hadn’t noticed, or at least she pretended not to.I had been on edge the entire evening, my senses heightened, my mind restless. Even now, as we settled in for the night, my body refused to relax. I sat in my study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring out the large windows overlooking the city. She was getting to me.At first, it had been about revenge, calculating and strategic. A partnership to bring down a common enemy. But now… now, Bella was in my space, in my thoughts, in my damn blood. The way she walked into a room and owned it. The way she spoke with quiet confidence, learning faster than I expected. The way she was evolving into someone even more dangerous than anyone could ever fathom. S

CARLOS’S POVThe warmth of Eleanor’s embrace lingered as I left her grand estate, the smell of old books and aged whiskey still clinging to my senses. She had always been my guide, my anchor when I had nothing. I didn’t take her generosity lightly. But even with all that, there was only one person I was eager to see now, Bella.I drove home faster than usual, the city lights blurring past me. Something about her voice when she had called earlier had unsettled me. Was she alright? Did something happen? I was beginning to hate the way she occupied my mind so effortlessly. I was a man who prided himself on control, yet when it came to her, I had none.When I finally stepped into the house, I was met with an unexpected sight. The dining table was set with elegance, the golden chandelier overhead casting a soft glow on the expensive china. Aromas of something rich and indulgent filled the air, and at the center of it all stood Bella, her arms crossed, a proud smirk on her lips.“Welcome ho

BELLA’S POVI woke up before dawn, my body tangled in the sheets, my skin still buzzing from the remnants of last night. The air smelled of him, his cologne, his sweat, his desire. My heartbeat was erratic, my mind reeling from everything that had happened.Carlos and I had crossed a line and I had no idea how to go back. I turned slightly, watching him as he slept. The sharp angles of his face were softened in slumber, his dark lashes casting faint shadows over his cheekbones. He looked… peaceful. Unbothered. Like last night hadn’t completely unraveled me.I swallowed hard. I needed to leave before he woke up. Carefully, I slipped out from under the covers, holding my breath as I moved. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up and see the complete panic written all over my face. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache, a constant reminder of what we had done.I wrapped his robe around myself and tiptoed toward the door. My fingers barely brushed the handle when I

BELLA’S POVCarlos had decided that physical training was no longer enough for me. According to him, I needed to toughen up, not just in body but in mind. And so, without much warning, he took me somewhere I had never been before. Not his office. Not some luxurious estate. This was different. This was underground.The car ride was quiet, but the tension in the air was palpable. Carlos hadn’t said much about where we were going, just that it was necessary. That if I wanted to survive in his world, I needed to see it. To understand it and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.The deeper we drove into the city, the more the landscape changed. The glass buildings and polished streets faded behind us, replaced by something rawer, grittier. Until we finally stopped at an inconspicuous warehouse, barely marked except for a single security camera perched above the steel doors. Carlos stepped out first, and I hesitated for only a second before following.As soon as we entered, the atmosphere changed. The

BELLA’S POVThe streets of New York had always been chaotic, but right now, everything around me blurred into the background. The only thing I saw was him, Ethan. The man who had ripped my world apart, standing before me like a fool who believed he could piece it back together.I held my breath, taking in his disheveled appearance. He still wore expensive suits, but something about him was… off. His tie was slightly loosened, his once-pristine shoes had a faint scuff, and the confidence he used to carry like a second skin was cracking.Carlos, standing beside me, was the complete opposite, poised, powerful, and unreadable. I didn’t even have to look at him to feel the silent warning in his stance. If Ethan made one wrong move, Carlos would crush him.Ethan swallowed hard, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “Bella, please. Just give me a minute.”The nerve. I crossed my arms, tilting my head as if amused. “What exactly do you expect me to say, Ethan? That I forgive you? That I’ll run b