All Chapters of His Enemy, My Husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien remained glued to one spot in the hallway long after Isla’s stiff words had slapped his ear.“Thanks… for coming.”Her voice had been calm, polite, and almost too polite. The kind you used for a stranger you would never remember twice.Isla had not even bothered to glance back as she moved past him. Only the sound of her retreating footsteps filled his ears, and he could not help but follow her until the sway of her figure dissolved into the distance.Damien ground his teeth and tried to keep his face composed, but inside his chest was a raging storm. His gaze returned to the rest of the room as he slowly started to take everything in again.The quiet murmur of voices. The low hum of machines beyond the glass. And then the biting realisation that everyone here seemed to have known Isla was back. Everyone except him.“Everyone, including Collins”Collins…his own best friend, the same man who had even called him earlier today about Isla’s father’s collapse.“So wait… He just

This morning, Isla’s new mansion felt unnaturally quiet, too serene for such a large space.She stirred and rose from the bed with unhurried grace, slipping into a cream robe, and then on her bare feet she crossed to the small tea station by the wall. While making her tea, she moved to the writing desk by the window, where the morning light was brightest. Then she proceeded to open her laptop, logged in and began to quietly scan her inbox.The first email that caught her attention was stamped with the glossy branding of New York Fashion Week. She clicked, and then the next thing she saw was an invitation unfolding across her screen. They were still inviting her, despite the months of silence?“Hmmm”She stayed on the screen for a moment, the cursor hovering above the reply button. Her lips curved just slightly. It wasn’t a decision she was ready to make now, so she scrolled down to the next email.This second one made her pause quicker and stay longer. That was because of the na

Isla shifted back in her chair after the brief tense exchange with Nate. She straightened on her seat and folded her hands neatly on her lap, keeping her face smooth and free of any obvious expression. But Nate had still not looked away. His gaze remained stubbornly on her, dark with the weight of things unsaid, his entire face was so tight as though it was hurting to keep it steady. He looked like he was trying to search her face for some answer, some weakness, but Isla’s eyes had already moved beyond him. Her attention had detached long ago, floating elsewhere in the room. Time started to edge forward and in the middle of that, a small interruption came. A whisper of quick shoes, the faint rustle of expensive fabric. It was the sight of Grandmother Hayes and her daughter-in-law Vanessa entering the boardroom together, They slipped into their seats with all the eyes in the room tilting in their direction while their own focus soon inevitably funneled toward whom they had co

The boardroom continued to choke with the same kind of tension as all eyes stayed on the secretary.The lady’s fingers were still hanging over the glass box, carefully drawing out the final folded slip of paper. After she pulled it out, she held it with both hands as though it were some sort of sacred seal; her movements were so slow, heavy with suspense.Nate’s chest was rising and falling far too quickly; his hand kept pulling at his sleeve button.Sweat gathered on his brow. His eyes, up till now, refused to blink.Grandmother Hayes sat stiff, her gaze as sharp as daggers.Vanessa was ghost-pale. Her entire body trembled with the urge to just stop this imminent catastrophe.Finally…the secretary started to unfold the slip. Scanning its contents with just one glance, then she lifted her chin slowly to look at the room.It was at this point that she spoke, keeping her voice clear and unshaken.“The final vote… is in support of….” Her eyes lifted, looking steady as everyone else hel

The silence in the office kept stretching. That was after Isla’s earlier command to her daughter to leave, and now the small child stood frozen, her tiny hand still holding on to her father’s, her own eyes darting back and forth between the two faces she loved and feared losing.Imani’s lips trembled. Her chest rose quickly; her wide, innocent eyes shifted to her mother, then back to Damien, then to her mother again. The confusion on her face was heavy, but it soon began to melt into a painful plea neither adult could grant.“Imani,” Isla called again with a voice as hard as iron. “Come here…I said.”The little girl hesitated.And then Isla’s patience ran out. She surged forward with her arm shooting out, gripping Imani’s small wrist with a firmness that left no room for argument.Damien jerked. Instinct pushed him to step in, to reach, to stop this, but halfway there, he stiffened with one of his hands hanging useless in the air. All he could do was stand there limply grinding hi