Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Wife, My Blackmailer : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Evelyn’s POVI stood frozen, the world spinning around me. My breath hitched in my throat, each inhale burning like fire in my lungs. My heart slammed violently against my chest, shaking my ribs like a cage barely holding back a storm. My hands trembled. No, my whole body trembled. How the hell did this happen? How did she find out?Did I slip? Did I speak out loud without realizing it? Or… is this a trap?Maybe she doesn’t know anything. Maybe she’s just bluffing, throwing lines into the water to see which one pulls me under. Maybe she’s trying to scare me, trying to make me slip up and say something I shouldn’t. And if I do... if I speak even a word, it could be the end. The end of everything. My life. My mother’s life.I can’t let that happen.“I said, speak! Or I’m going to smash this phone!” Erica’s voice cut through the room like a blade.My heart nearly gave out. That phone, God, that phone, it's my only lifeline. My only leverage. The only thing standing between me and the man

Evelyn’s POVThe moment the door slammed shut behind him, I locked it. My fingers trembled around the latch. The metallic click echoed in the room like a gunshot. He was gone. At least for now.Then came the banging, loud, insistent, and desperate.“Open this door! Evelyn, open it now!” Erica’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and high-pitched.But I couldn’t hear her. Not really. My heart was pounding too loud, drowning out everything else. The phone, I was holding it like it was a ticking bomb. My hands were slick with sweat. He’d seen it. He saw the damn phone. Not just once, he had picked it up. He touched it. He felt it. And it’s only a matter of time before he realizes what it is. What I’ve been using it for.What if he finds out?No. No. He can’t. He can’t know. If he does, God, I don’t even want to think about what he’ll do.My hands were shaking like I was holding lightning. My knees felt like water, and my throat was tight. I looked around the room like the walls coul

Evelyn's POVHis words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head."Stay with me" Just that. After everything.It lingered, a whisper carved into my mind, not because it was kind, but because it was so cruelly insufficient. Like a shank dipped in honey. All I could think was, Don't leave me? Really? That was all he had to say to me after treating me like nothing since the day we married?I sat at the corner of the hospital room, my hands clenched into fists on my lap. My gaze was locked on the floor tiles, but my thoughts were spiraling. He never once tried to know me. He never learned how to communicate with me. Never cared to try. Not once did he bother with sign language. Not once did he even try to see me beyond my silence.Yes, our marriage was arranged, and yes, I was pretending to be mute. But somewhere along the line, I fell for him. I fell hard. And that was my biggest mistake, expecting love from a man who never even looked at me, not really. He despised me. I know he did.I don't eve

Louis' POVMy eyes blinked open slowly. A dull ache throbbed behind them as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains. My chest felt heavy. And then I saw her, Erica. Her body pressed lazily against mine, her hair a tangled mess splayed across my chest, lips parted slightly as she snored lightly. A wave of revulsion churned in my stomach.I shoved her off me.She groaned, rolling away like a drunken cat, unfazed. God, she looked so pathetic. And yet, she thought she mattered to me. Erica had no clue. She was just a body, a warm body I used to silence my demons. But she wasn’t my wife. Not even close. My wife had elegance, restraint, fire. Erica was all noise and glitter.Every time we slept together, I used protection. Every. Single. Time. Because there was no way in hell I’d let someone like Erica carry my child. She thought the world revolved around her whims. Spoiled. Loud. Desperate. Nothing like my wife. My wife had this aura, this mystery. Even now, I couldn’t figure

Louis’s POVI had been waiting. Waiting for the next call from the faceless voice who held the puppet strings of this nightmare. The blackmailer. The kidnapper. Whoever the hell they were, they had drawn me into their game, and now I was playing by their rules.But not for long.“I’m going to find you,” I muttered, the last words I’d spat before the line went dead. “And when I do, I’ll break you into pieces.”My fists clenched at my sides, jaw tight with rage. Every night at exactly 9 p.m., the calls came like clockwork. It was deliberate. Calculated. They were trying to get in my head. And maybe they had, but I wasn’t going to let them win.Dave stood beside me in the silence that followed, tension rippling off his frame. “They’re being careful,” I said, eyes fixed on the dead screen. “They know we’re watching. But I’ve noticed the pattern, same time, every night.”His eyes searched mine. “What now, boss? What’s the next move?”I turned slowly, the gravity of the situation pressing o