All Chapters of My Wife, My Blackmailer : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Evelyn’s POV“Evelyn!”The voice pierced through my haze, sharp and sudden like cold water on bare skin. I blinked, squinting toward the source. For a second, I hoped it was him. But it wasn't. It was Samuel. What the heck was he doing here? After that night I haven't reached him again.He stood there, his eyes swimming in worry and confusion. “I’ve been trying to reach you,” he said, his voice softer now. “Since that night, nothing. No replies, no texts. Did I… do something wrong? Was it because of what happened between us?”His words tangled in the air, and I felt the weight of guilt rise like bile in my throat. I had done that because I was overwhelmed. “Didn’t you enjoy it?” he asked, quieter this time, almost afraid of the answer. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”I wanted to say no. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t him, it was me. All of this. My life. My lies. My crumbling walls. But instead, I typed out a message with trembling fingers and shoved it in front of him.“I enjo

Evelyn’s POV“What the heck happened?” I wondered deep in thoughts Then he stepped out of the restroom, as casual as if nothing had happened, like my world wasn’t crashing around me. I didn’t think. I couldn’t. Rage took over. My feet moved before reason could catch up.I lunged at him.My palm connected with his cheek,hard. The slap echoed through the hallway, sharp and loud. His head jerked sideways from the impact, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned. His anger burned. But he was trying to control himself. I could see it.I signed furiously, my fingers shaking so hard it was hard to keep my words straight. What the hell did you do to me?He blinked at me, confused, or pretending to be.“I don’t understand this sign language thing,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Why the hell do you always sign? You know I don't understand this nonsense you do all the time. Just type. Where’s your iPad? Type something, signing isn’t going to help right now.”Tears of fury blurre

Evelyn’s POVWhat did he mean when he said he needed me?The words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody that wouldn’t stop playing. I need you.No, no, he doesn’t mean that. He can’t.This man, this man who tried to kill me just moments ago in that suffocating, locked car, he doesn’t get to say he needs me. I refused to listen to any more of his twisted games. I wasn’t going to fall into another one of his traps, another mind-bending trick to keep me tethered to his chaos. I wasn’t going to let him pull me back in with that voice, smooth and cruel, like honey laced with poison.He always did that. Played the victim. Played the lover. Played me.But not anymore.I shoved past him, ignoring his attempts to speak, to grab my arm. I didn’t even know where I was going, but I knew I had to leave. I had to breathe. I had to disappear before he tried something else.I caught a bus, the first one I saw, and without thinking, without planning, I found myself headed to the hospital. The one

Evelyn’s POVI couldn’t believe it.I stood there, frozen, heart hammering against my ribs as I tried to process what had just happened. He… saved me. He actually pulled me out of the way before the car could hit me.Why would he do that?He’s the same man who told me I wasn’t his type. Over and over. With such ease. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. One moment he’s cold, distant, detached, and the next, he’s warm. Almost kind. It’s like he has different versions of himself reserved just for me, and I never know which one I’m going to get.But I was worried about him.My hands instinctively reached toward him as he lay on the pavement, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. My throat burned with the weight of unspoken words I could never say, not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. I could only move. Only show. Never speak.He laughed, soft, easy, and that smile that could make a thousand emotions flood my chest all at once spread across his face. “I’m

Louis's POVI watched them. Not just glanced, I watched like a man witnessing his world slip through his fingers. Every smile she gave him felt like a punch to my gut, as if each grin carved another hole in my chest. She was laughing. Really laughing. That soft, belly-deep laugh I hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime. It danced through the air and stabbed through my ribs.Her eyes sparkled, alive with something I couldn’t name anymore. Not since she stopped looking at me that way. I stood frozen in the hallway, heart thudding so loud I swore they'd hear it from the living room. My skin burned with jealousy, shame, and heartbreak. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. I was tethered to that moment, shackled by regret.They were signing together.He knew sign language.She looked radiant when she used her hands to speak, graceful, expressive, entirely herself. She glowed. And he understood her. Every motion. Every flick of her fingers. He matched her pace like he’d been beside her