My Wife, My Blackmailer 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Evelyn's POV"We lost the baby."The words repeated in my head like a broken record, each time slicing deeper, like glass against skin.Lost.How do you lose a life you never got the chance to hold?I stared at the ceiling, blinking back the blur of grief, but the pain refused to fade. My body felt numb, but my heart, my heart was screaming. The room was quiet, painfully so, yet the silence was deafening. Louis sat beside me, his head down, hands clasped tightly, eyes red-rimmed and glassy.I should have felt hatred. Regret. Something. Anything. But all I felt was a gaping void.A baby I once didn’t want was now gone.And I missed it.I didn’t even know when I began to cry again. My face was soaked. My pillow was damp. I could barely breathe, every inhale a fight against the suffocating ache in my chest. My lips trembled as I turned away from Louis, unable to face the truth in his eyes.This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.Just days ago, I was screaming inside, wishing the baby awa

Louis' POVThe police had come. They did their jobs,dusting for prints, questioning everyone from nurses to night guards, flipping through logbooks like they were searching for buried treasure. They scribbled in their notepads, nodded like they understood, but to me, it felt like nothing.Like standing in the same damned place where we were stalked before. A loop. A nightmare on repeat.Her mother, kidnapped. Then again. Twice.What kind of cruel joke was this?“We’ve gone through the CCTV again,” one of the detectives said, his tone careful. “No signs of forced entry. But we noticed something new.”He handed me a photo in a plastic bag. The same one we’d found earlier. I didn’t even need to turn it over. I knew what was on the back. The birthmark. A tiny crescent above the shoulder blade. It had been haunting me for days.The officer continued, “We’ve confirmed it’s not hospital staff. The person who took your wife’s mother wasn’t in scrubs at all. He wore a lab coat, posing as a doc

Evelyn’s POVThe scream still echoed between us like a gunshot that refused to fade.Louis stared at me, his mouth slightly open, disbelief etched deep into the fine lines of his face. His eyes, those soft, stormy eyes I once found safety in, were wide with something I couldn’t name. Fear? Shock? Betrayal?He wasn’t breathing. Or maybe I wasn’t. Everything felt still. Silent.His lips moved slightly, like he wanted to ask something, say something, but no words came out. Instead, he turned slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and reached for the phone in my trembling hand.I didn’t stop him.What was the point?He had already heard it, heard me. My voice, the very thing I had hidden from him since the beginning. The scream had shattered the illusion. Shattered everything.His fingers brushed against mine as he took the phone. His touch was cold. No, maybe my skin was. I couldn’t tell anymore.He looked down at the screen, unlocking it with the passcode he’d memorized without me ever ne

Louis’s POVI never left the hospital. How could I leave? How could I leave the woman I love? I understand how she feels. I totally get that she's badly hurt. Who would be in their right senses when your mom just got killed? Just who? I'm trying to understand her. I want to be there for her.Day blurred into night, night into day, and still, I remained in that sterile, too-white room beside her, watching, waiting. Evelyn didn’t speak. Not to me. Not to the nurses. Not even to herself.She just lay there, curled in on herself, eyes open but seeing nothing. Her lips never parted. Her body never moved except when they came to check her vitals or change her IV. It was like the soul inside her had given up trying to stay tethered to this world.And I stayed.Because I didn’t know what else to do.I brought coffee I never drank. Sat in silence for hours. Sometimes, I just watched the rise and fall of her chest, counting each breath like it could disappear the moment I looked away.Then one

Louis's POV“Officers… I, I think I need to leave you guys right now,” I stammered, my voice tight with rising panic. My fingers trembled as they clutched the edge of the table. “My wife... Evelyn, she's alone. I just called Dave…my secretar and I told him to head to the house. I couldn’t trust the police at that point, I thought God—I thought I was protecting her... but now... now you’re saying”I stopped, struggling to breathe. My lungs burned with the weight of what I’d just realized.The older officer stood slowly. “Mr. Louis, I know you trusted him. But you need to calm down. We’ll have officers sent to your home immediately..”“ I trusted him,” I snapped, cutting him off. “But don’t you get it? That’s the point. That’s the damn point. What if the one person I trusted the most is the same person you’re now saying is an accomplice? What if he’s already hurt her?”My voice cracked at the end, and I didn’t care. My heart was thudding against my ribs like a war drum. My thoughts were