Semua Bab His Enemy, My Husband : Bab 51 - Bab 59

The air and its components became frozen. So frozen that it felt like even the house itself had paused to listen in disgust.Eleanor’s acidic words were impossible to ignore.A small, sharp gasp came from Richard. Like a breath caught halfway through shame.Damien stood frozen without giving out a twitch or even a word. All he did was lock eyes with Eleanor in a steady, cold, unreadable manner.What came next was a low, broken sound from his chest, a Laughter.The tone of it was so hollow, so cracked, so terrifying.It wasn’t the laugh of someone amused. It was the laugh of a man too full of pain to cry. Too angry and vengeful to yield to the weight of sadness.He turned abruptly and began pacing from one side of the grand room to the other. Meanwhile, Richard stood like a man rooted to the floor, his eyes shifting nervously between Damien and his wife.Eleanor gripped her teacup tighter.Damien stopped suddenly, his back still against them, his broad shoulders rising and falling.

The Villa Isabella was able to rent was located above the ocean cliffs.The wide windows of the building ushered in daylight which still did very little to brighten the shadow that was inside her head.Isabella was moving around her new room like a restless spirit. Her robe from the previous night was clinging to her frame, one strap having slid down her shoulder, although she barely noticed it. In one of her hands was a half-full glass of wine, her fingers tight around the stem.Her hair fell in disheveled waves, looking wild from the rough sleep she had. Her gaze was pinned to nothing in particular as she dallied from the bedroom to the grand sitting area and then to the open balcony.Yesterday, she had been evicted and sent packing by Damien right after being slapped and humiliated by his wife.And now this?Her teeth clenched. A few minutes ago, she received an update from one of the eyes she still had left amongst Damien's domestic workers.And the words from the lady were s

Damien’s car sped through the quiet roads later that evening.One of his hands was on the wheel, and his eyes still bore the shadow of doubt that he wouldn’t die easily, even after he met Clarissa not too long ago.Even after she had admitted it.Yes, she had finally confessed that truly Isla had actually been with her all the time.Only that things had changed moments before his visit. Clarissa said Isla had gone back. Back to the mansion.And now thinking about it on his way there, Damien could not help but question this update with suspicion.But how could Clarissa possibly know that? How?Damien’s grip on the wheel tightened, a part of him wanted to believe it. I wanted to believe she was indeed home, maybe even in bed right now so that things could return to normal again. But what if Clarissa was lying? What if Isla had run somewhere else entirely?His face was grim. The lines at the corners of his mouth were carved deep. Seconds stretched after seconds until finally, the ta

It was late in the night when Isla and Caden returned from their outing.Caden’s car pulled up slowly in front of the towering Blackwood mansion. Inside the car, Isla sat quietly. Beside her, Caden glanced up at the swollen clouds through the windshield followed by the rumbling sound of incoming rain. After that, he looked back sharply at Isla. “Looks like it’s about to let loose,”His voice was low, touched with concern as he reached behind the seat and drew out a slim, black umbrella. “Come on, let’s get you in before it does.”He stepped out into the cool breeze and came around to open her door. The first drops of the drizzle had already started, trailing like whispers down their skins.Together, they ambled to the gate, one of the guards already pressing the button to unlock it with a tired nod.At the threshold, Caden paused to lean slightly toward her. “Text me when you’re settled inside.”Isla looked up at him with a smile that was brief but warm. “Thanks, Caden,” she sa

After looking at the screen of his phone for a little while longer, the doctor finally lifted his eyes to the eager and curious-looking faces before him.He drew a slow breath as if to clear the anxiety in the air before pushing out the words;“About Mrs. Vanessa Hayes,” he began,“I regret to inform you that she lost the pregnancy due to trauma sustained during the fight… with Madam Blackwood here,”Isla swallowed and blinked at the same time.“Miss Blackwood here?”She gasped and instinctively stepped back. All heads had turned to her now, making it feel like a wave of judgment slamming against her body.Her legs buckled slightly as she caught herself against the back of a chair. Her voice trembled when she eventually found it again.“Pardon me doc….W-what fight?” she croaked. “What are you saying, doc? I never fought her…I... I barely even touched her!”The air vibrated with tension, until finally, Nate stepped forward. Since his arrival with his grandmother, this was the fir