บททั้งหมดของ My Wife, My Blackmailer : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Evelyn's POVHow the hell did I end up in this mess?It’s his calmness for me. The way he just stands there, relaxed like he didn't just knock the air out of someone’s lungs. Like he didn’t just flip my world upside down and chain me to the weight of this terrifying silence. I swear, it’s the calm ones you should fear the most. And something tells me… this was always part of his plan.After that horrifying incident in the restroom, he took me. Just like that. Gone. And I’m sure Louis is tearing the city apart looking for me. But he’ll never find me, not while this man, this... devil in a perfectly tailored suit, keeps me hidden.I regret everything. The day I shook his hand. The day I agreed to work for him. I thought I hated Louis. But this man? I don’t even know his name, and I hate him more. To me, he’s always just been the kidnapper. But no more.From now on, I’m calling him the demon.He was on a call with Louis. I could hear the rage building in his voice as the conversation end

Evelyn's POVThe room spun.Erica’s screams sliced through the air like broken glass, each word cutting deeper than the last. The police officer's hand hovered near his holster, and everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath, except him.The demon.Standing there so casually, like chaos wasn’t blooming around him. Like he hadn’t whispered venom into my ear seconds ago. Like he wasn’t holding a syringe meant for murder.But no one noticed. Not even Louis.My heart thundered. My lips moved soundlessly. My hands twitched at my side, wanting to scream in signs, but frozen by fear.“What are you guys doing?” Louis’s voice was sharp now, commanding, as he stepped forward, shielding me. “Do not come closer to my wife.”The cops flinched. One even took a cautious step back.“The wind is bad,” the younger one muttered to his partner, as if reading the tension in the room like a weather forecast.“Why won’t we come closer to your wife?” the older officer asked, tone clipped and chal

Louis POV I sat alone in the office, the dim light from my desk lamp barely cutting through the shadows in the room. The recording echoed in my ears—over and over again. That voice. That damn voice. It haunted me like a ghost I couldn’t exorcise. I kept playing it, rewinding, replaying, listening. It was embedded in my brain now. A woman. A man. One demanding divorce. The other is threatening to take everything from me. Who the hell were they?I leaned forward, elbows on the table, running a hand through my hair in frustration. There was nothing familiar about the woman. Her voice was one of a kind, soft and different, but with an undertone of steel. Could she be doing this on her own? Or was she being used? Forced? And that man… I could see him. His face burned into my memory, his eyes wild, his grip tight around the knife that had stabbed into me. But the rest was a blur. Why did I feel like I should remember him? Why couldn't I?He said I would pay. For what?My fists clenched

Evelyn’s POVI was trembling,no, shaking, feverishly, like my bones were turning to ice beneath my skin. My hands clutched the phone so tightly it could've snapped in half. One ring. Two rings. Three.Nothing.Why wasn’t he picking up?Why now, of all times?My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was drowning in my own fear. The silence on the other end of the line screamed louder than any voice could. I was in my room, my sanctuary, or at least, it used to be. But now, it felt like a cell. Every creak of the wooden floorboards outside my door made my heart skip. I heard the sound of footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful.He was coming.Panic surged through me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes darted around the room in desperation. Where do I hide the phone? Where? Where?! My fingers trembled as I lifted the small cupboard door beneath my desk and shoved the phone inside, praying he wouldn’t find it.Then, the knock.Soft at first. Then firmer. More urgent.“Evelyn...” His voice

Evelyn’s POVI paced the floor like a prisoner trapped in her own home. My bare feet made soft, angry taps against the cold marble tiles as I kept circling, circling, like a lioness in a cage. And then, the sound hit me. Muffled moans. A woman’s voice. Then a man’s, his. It was happening again. Behind the door across the hall, he was with another one of his mistresses.My fists clenched at my sides.This man will never change.The ache in my chest twisted tighter as I heard the rhythm of the bed, the laughter, the sighs of pleasure that didn’t belong to me, that never really had. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry. Not anymore. I hated him. I hated him so much I could taste the bile rising in my throat. He had locked me in this room. Like some object. Just because I wanted to leave.Just because I dared to say I was tired.Of him. Of this life. Of being invisible.He’s insane, I whispered to myself. I had never seen him this out of control. But he wasn’t going to win. I wouldn’t giv