My Wife, My Blackmailer 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Evelyn’s POVHer eyes were cold, hard as stone. I could see it clearly now, even through the soft lighting of the room. This wasn’t just supervision. She didn’t want to make sure the injection went in, she wanted to see it, feel the victory. She wanted control. Her whole body hummed with it.She didn’t trust me. Not for a second.“Ma'am, I said you can’t go in with me,” I said again, trying to keep my voice level despite the tremor that cracked through it.She halted in her steps and turned slowly. Her face twitched—jaw flexing, one brow lifted like she couldn’t believe what she just heard. Her lips curled with disdain, and then—SLAP!Her hand struck my cheek so hard, I stumbled. My legs gave out under the shock, and I hit the cold floor with a muted thud, my face stinging. My vision blurred for a second. The pain wasn’t just physical, it was humiliation, fear, helplessness all rolled into one blow.I crouched there, dazed, hands gripping the floor, body shivering.“What the hell is

Evelyn's POVThe door slammed shut behind me with a clang that echoed in my bones. The room was pitch black, the kind of darkness that swallowed everything, even hope. The guards didn’t care. They didn’t say a word. They just shoved me in like a sack of trash, the door locking with a brutal finality.I stumbled forward and crashed against the cold, unforgiving wall. My hands stretched out, searching, trembling. There was nothing but stone, shadows, and silence. My breath came out in harsh gasps. My heart was in a frenzy, hammering so loud it filled the room."Help me! Please! Somebody! Get me out of here!" I screamed, banging my fists against the wall. My voice bounced off the walls, wild and desperate. "I can’t stay here, please!"But no one came.I kept hitting, harder and harder, my knuckles beginning to sting and swell. Tears blurred my vision. I sank to the floor, shaking, curling into myself like a child. The room was ice, and my body felt brittle, like it could snap.Then I hea

Evelyn’s POVThe rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound grounding me. Each beat was a fragile tether, keeping him alive… keeping me sane. I hadn’t moved from his side. My hand had never left his. And even though his fingers hadn’t twitched again, I held on to hope like a lifeline.The nightmare was almost over. His parents were in custody. The people who had laughed while he suffered were behind bars. I should’ve felt triumphant, like justice was finally tipping in our favor. And yet, my heart wouldn’t rest. Not until the last piece, the darkest one, was caught.Him.The one who orchestrated it all. The one who destroyed everything I loved. The man who killed my mother… the root of all this pain.He was still out there.I reached for my phone with one hand, still gripping my husband’s cold fingers with the other. I called the officer I’d spoken to earlier.“Detective Hale,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Any updates?”“We need you at the station,” he said urg

Evelyn’s POVAnd I knew.That look in his eyes, cold, measured, inhuman, was all I needed. He didn’t come here to talk. He came to finish what he started. To end me. Again.But this time, I wasn’t alone.After Dave died, I refused to be the woman who waited around, praying for miracles. I’d worked with the police. I told them I knew he’d come for me. He wouldn’t be able to resist. So, they hid, disguised, stationed all around the hospital, weapons ready, snipers positioned, cameras set up to capture every step. We baited the trap, and the monster walked right into it.He raised the knife higher.“Drop it,” I said through clenched teeth, voice sharp with steel.Still, he smiled. Still, he took a step forward.The hospital door flung open."FREEZE!" a voice bellowed. Boots thundered in. Uniformed officers flooded the room in seconds. One of them, the same officer who promised me they'd find him, stepped forward with his gun raised, eyes locked on the man. “Drop your weapon. Now!”The ma

Evelyn’s POVI woke up to the scent of sizzling onions and something buttery, eggs, maybe? My eyelids fluttered open, and for a second, I was disoriented. The warm sheets tangled around my legs, the faint ache between my thighs reminding me of the night before, his lips, his hands, the way he had clung to me like I was his last anchor to the world.I blinked at the ceiling. Had that really happened?The scent drew me up. I sat up slowly, the fabric falling off my shoulders. It smelled like home, like warmth, like… love.My bare feet padded softly on the cold tiles as I walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet except for the soft clatter of dishes and the low hum of something frying. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, the sight stopped me cold.Louis stood there, barefoot, in a worn gray tee and sweats, spatula in one hand, stirring a pan on the stove with practiced ease. Steam curled from a kettle behind him. The counter was cluttered with eggshells, sliced bread, and a bow