Semua Bab My Wife, My Blackmailer : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Louis’s POVMy head felt heavy, my body sore, but none of it mattered. Not yet. Not when the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her.Evelyn.She was lying beside me, her eyes wide in shock, her hand pressed over her mouth like she was trying to silence a scream. Her chest was rising and falling too fast, and for a moment, she didn’t move, just stared at me like I was some monster she didn’t recognize.Reality slammed into me with brutal force. The night before, it wasn’t a dream.I blinked, my throat dry as sand. My gaze dropped to the tangled sheets, the bruises on her skin, the faint trail of dried blood on her thighs. Guilt hit me like a wrecking ball.She grabbed her phone with trembling fingers, her eyes never leaving mine as she furiously typed. She held the screen up to my face."What the hell did you do to me?"Her words felt like knives, slicing through every part of me. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.I sat up slowly, my chest tightening. “Evelyn… I—”No. I

Evelyn’s POVMy fingers trembled as I stared at the phone screen. The message still glowed in my inbox.Not infertile.The weight of that truth pressed down on me like a building had collapsed over my chest. I couldn’t cry anymore. My body had run dry. All that remained was a hollow ache in my stomach… and a voice screaming in my head.He lied.He knew.And he still touched me like that. Took from me like that.I could still feel the echo of last night in my bones. In my bruised thighs. In the silence between my thoughts. And yet… even through the trauma, I knew I had something more terrifying to deal with.The alarm blared from my phone like a siren calling me back to war.It was time.My fingers trembled as I reached for the phone. The weight of everything, the lies, the trauma, the fact that I was the one pulling the strings, settled heavy in my chest like wet cement. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. Not after everything that happened. My body still ached from what that bastard

Louis’ POVThe drive to the courthouse was slow. Silent. Too silent.She sat beside me, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring out the window like I didn’t exist. Her expression was blank, but her body told a different story, shoulders stiff, fingers clenched, jaw locked.And me? I was trying not to lose it.Every breath I took felt like swallowing glass. My hands gripped the wheel like it was the only thing keeping me together. I kept stealing glances at her, hoping to catch something, anything, that told me she wasn’t completely gone. That maybe, just maybe, I still had a chance.But she didn’t look at me once. Ofcource she hated me so much. If I were her. I'd hate myself too. I'm a bad husband to her. I've been bad to her. And now I'm trying to act nice. Who'd believe that? She's so smart and this has made me fall harder in love with her.By the time we reached the courthouse, the sun had fully risen. The city buzzed around us like nothing had happened, like my entire world

Louis’ POVThe sound of her footsteps faded upstairs, but the echo remained in my chest like a hollow thud. She didn’t look back, not even once. Yet, I smiled.It wasn’t a cruel smile.It was the kind of fragile smile a man wears when he’s grasping at hope with bleeding fingers.Thirty days.Thirty days to fix what I destroyed.I lingered in the silence, humming softly as I cleaned up the bowls. Her half-empty dish sat like a trophy in front of me. She’d eaten. She didn’t throw it away. That was something.I turned off the lights in the kitchen, ready to retreat to my room, her room now felt like a war zone I wasn’t allowed to enter, and just as my foot touched the staircase, the doorbell rang.One chime.Two.Three.Insistent.I frowned and headed toward the door, wiping my hands on a dish towel as I unlocked it.The moment the door opened, my breath caught in my throat.What the hell?Standing in front of me was her father, her stepmother… and Erica.Erica.Her half-sister.Pregnan

Louis' POV"What are you sorry about, doctor? What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling, hands shaking as I gripped his coat again. My chest was burning, lungs tight with fear.The doctor’s lips parted slowly, his eyes heavy with something I couldn’t yet name. Pity? Dread? I didn’t care. I just wanted answers."I’m sorry," he said quietly. "But your wife... she’s suffering from advanced stomach cancer."Everything inside me stopped. My world cracked open."What? Stomach what?""Stomach cancer," he repeated. "When she was brought in and we started emergency treatment for the stab wound, scans revealed a significant mass. It's progressed far beyond what we would consider early-stage. If she doesn't undergo surgery by tomorrow, we could lose her."I staggered backward, like his words punched the air right out of me."No. That’s... that can’t be. You're wrong. My wife is fine. She never said anything. Not a word. She... she's been working, walking around. She was just fine!""Mr. Louis,