My Wife, My Blackmailer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Evelyn’s POVMy eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with exhaustion, pain, and something else…something numb and unfamiliar. The air was cold, sterile, yet somehow… luxurious. I blinked twice. The ceiling above me was high, ornate. Gold patterns ran along the edges like something out of an expensive hotel or a palace. A chandelier swung gently above, casting delicate shadows on the pristine white walls.Where was I?I tried to sit up, but a sharp, piercing pain cut through my abdomen like a blade. I winced, clutching my stomach. My breath came out in a gasp.What happened to me?What… had they done?I turned my head slowly and froze.He was there.Sitting in the corner like a predator who had been watching me sleep. His legs were crossed, his sleeves rolled up, a smug smirk playing on his lips. The man who haunted every moment of my torment. The man behind the blackmail. The reason I betrayed my husband.“You,” I rasped, voice thin and shaky. “What did you do to me? Why am I here? Where

Evelyn’s POVThe moment the lock clicked behind him, I collapsed back against the cold mattress, clutching my side. My fingertips came away sticky, still blood. Still pain. Still trapped.I glanced around, my pulse pounding against my temples. The room, though regal in appearance, was nothing more than a gilded cage. Every corner was watched. Every object, controlled. But something inside me stirred, faint and fragile.Run.The voice in my head wasn’t loud, but it was determined.I shifted slowly, groaning as I swung my legs to the side of the bed. My hospital gown clung to my body, damp with sweat and blood. Every breath was a battle. But I had to move.I had to fight.I reached up, shakily, and pulled a single pin from my tangled hair, a thin silver clip I always kept tucked behind my ear. My hands trembled violently as I crouched by the door, jamming the pin into the keyhole. Click. Twist. Rattle. My heartbeat was deafening in the silence.It didn’t work.“Damn it,” I whispered, my

Evelyn's POVA sharp, blinding light pierced my eyelids. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air around me. My body felt like lead…aching, drained, every muscle sore. I blinked slowly, once, twice, until the blur faded and I saw him.Louis.My husband.His tall frame was hunched over the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers wrapped around mine like a lifeline. His hair was damp and disheveled, clinging to his forehead. His face…God, his face…ooked like it had aged ten years. Shadows hollowed his cheeks, and worry carved into every line around his eyes.As soon as my eyes fluttered open, he noticed."Evelyn?" His voice cracked as he leaned closer, brushing my hair away from my forehead. "You’re awake... thank God. How are you feeling? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" He was speaking too fast, panic bleeding into every word.I turned my head slightly and spotted the iPad on the side table. My trembling fingers reached for it, and Louis quickly helped me position it. I typed

Evelyn’s POVThe car ride was a blur.Louis drove like a man possessed. His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the leather. His jaw was set, eyes burning straight ahead, scanning the dark road as if he could will us to move faster. The streetlights outside flashed across his face in intervals…light, shadow, light, shadow…like something out of a nightmare.Beside him, I sat frozen.My fingers clutched the iPad to my chest, like if I held it tight enough, I could hold back the terror clawing at my ribs. My breath came in shallow gasps, my heart thudding louder than the engine. My mind wouldn’t stop racing…images of my mother, alone, vulnerable in that care home, now in danger because of me.Please be okay.Please don’t let them touch her.Please.Louis's voice cut through the silence. “We’re almost there. Hang on.”I didn’t nod. Couldn’t. My body wouldn’t respond. All I could do was stare ahead, muscles tense, stomach churning, as the car sped

Evelyn’s POVThe hand clamped over my mouth was rough and cold, muffling my scream as I kicked and squirmed against the grip. Panic exploded inside me, blinding and sharp. My heart pounded like a war drum. I could smell the leather of his glove, the sour breath from his panting behind me. But adrenaline surged through my veins like wildfire.No. I wouldn’t go down like this.With every ounce of strength I had left, I twisted my head and bit down hard. My teeth sank into skin through the glove. He growled in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to jerk free.I ran.I didn’t look back. My legs burned, my lungs felt like they were tearing apart, but I kept going. The night air cut across my face, wild and sharp, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. My boots pounded the gravel. Branches scratched at my arms as I tore through the edge of the cliffside woods.Behind me, heavy footsteps. Fast.“Do you think you can outrun me, Evelyn?” he shouted. His voice sent chills racing down my