Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Wife, My Blackmailer : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Evelyn's POVI had told him I wanted a divorce. The words were sharp, deliberate, final. I watched them cut through the air and land between us like a shattered glass bottle, dangerous, irreversible.But the next thing he said?“I’ll go with you to the station.”And just like that, the air tightened again. My breath caught in my chest. I stared at him, stunned.Who the hell says that?Why didn’t he say, “I understand”? Why didn’t he say, “I’ll give you space,” or even just nod and walk away? Why couldn’t he accept it—that I didn’t want him anymore? That I needed out?Why does this man keep inserting himself into chapters I no longer want him to be part of?I don't want him. I don’t want us. Not the memories, not the guilt, not the weight of his presence that feels more like a chain than a connection.Why can’t he just see it?Why can’t he let me go?He stood there, like a shadow I couldn’t escape, eyes wide, brows furrowed. There was disbelief in his expression, like I had just spoken

Evelyn’s POV I didn’t know why I was feeling this way for him.This way I didn’t want to feel.Not for Louis.Not for the man who made me question everything. Not for the man who cheated on me constantly. There's no way I still saw and liked him. I must be crazy to be feeling this way.My hands trembled as I sat there in his bed, his oversized shirt draped over my body like a soft, heavy reminder. It was way too big, falling halfway down my thighs, swallowing my frame completely. The cotton clung lightly to my skin, warm and freshly laundered, like him.And God help me… I kind of liked how it felt.I stared down at the fabric, pulling the collar gently up to my nose.His scent was still there.Clean. Masculine. Faintly spicy, like cedarwood and something else I couldn’t name. The kind of smell that made your stomach flutter even though your mind screamed at you to stop.I sat frozen on the bed, the silence around me buzzing with thoughts I couldn’t contain.This wasn’t my room.I was

Evelyn’s POV“No, no, no… this can’t be real… Mom…” I wept.My body collapsed beneath the weight of the truth. The cold, sterile floor caught me as I broke, knees slamming down, arms wrapped around myself like I was trying to hold all my pieces together. My cries echoed off the morgue walls, raw, desperate, and endless.Then I felt it.Arms, strong and familiar, wrapped around me. Louis.He dropped to the floor without hesitation, gathering me into him like I was a fragile bird with broken wings. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his voice trembling as he whispered, “I’m here. Evelyn, I’m right here. I’ve got you.”I clutched at his shirt, burying my face into the fabric, sobbing so violently I could hardly breathe. “She’s gone… Louis, she’s really gone.”“I know, I know,” he murmured, pressing his cheek to the top of my head. “I’m so sorry.”We stayed like that, just us, huddled on a cold linoleum floor while the world around us froze in time. The officer in the room respectfully tur

Evelyn’s POVHis lips met mine, soft at first, like a question. But the moment I responded, it deepened into something desperate. Raw. Like we’d both been holding our breath for months and finally exhaled.His hand cupped my cheek gently, thumb brushing beneath my eye where tears had fallen earlier. His touch was reverent. Careful. But there was hunger there too, barely restrained.I leaned into him, letting my fingers bury themselves in his hair. Warm. Familiar. My lips trembled against his, tasting salt and grief and hope. He kissed like a man on the edge, and I kissed back like a woman choosing to stay.Louis pulled back just slightly, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine.“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “And I will.”I didn’t.Instead, I lifted my hand to his jaw, tracing the rough edge with my thumb. “I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed.His eyes searched mine, as if to be sure. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs, but my answer was clear.I nodded,

Evelyn’s POVThe room was chaos, officers moving swiftly, radios crackling, the metallic scent of blood hanging heavy in the air, but all I could focus on was Louis.His head rested limply against my shoulder, his skin ice cold and drenched in sweat. The deep red stain across his pants was growing by the second, his blood seeping through my clothes and onto the floor. I kept my arms wrapped tightly around him, like I could somehow hold him together with sheer will.“Where the hell is the ambulance?” one officer barked into his radio, pacing anxiously.My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to break free from my chest. “Please…” I whispered, not to anyone in particular. “Please, God, not now. Don’t take him. Not like this.”I pressed my forehead to Louis’s, trying to steady my shaking breath. “You’re okay, Louis. You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay?”His eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t speak. His face was pale, too pale, and there was a faint blue tint on his