All Chapters of My Wife, My Blackmailer : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Evelyn’s POV"Nothing," he said, voice thin, like he hadn’t just betrayed everything.But I wasn’t going to let it slide.I walked straight toward him, fire burning through my chest, my hands moving in sharp, angry signs. Don’t lie to me, Samuel. I just heard you. I heard every damn word. You were on the phone. You said it was all fake. The convulsions. The fear. The pain. All of it.His eyes darted toward the door. Guilt flickered across his face, but only for a second. Then something shifted. He looked…cold.“I did it,” he said, shrugging like it meant nothing. “Yeah. I did. So what?”I blinked, unable to move. My heart cracked, loud and clean.He looked me in the eye, jaw clenched. “He paid me, alright? He offered money. Real money. More than I’ve ever seen in my life. You think I’m gonna say no to that? Who are you to judge me?”Who am I? The question thundered in my head. Someone who trusted you. Someone who fought for you. Who believed in you.My hands moved, fast and trembling.

Evelyn’s POVI was pacing, no, storming back and forth like a thundercloud in a box too small to hold it. My heart wasn’t just pounding. It was screaming. With every step, I felt it rattle inside me like it wanted to punch its way out. The phone call had come. The kidnapper called.I froze.Was this it? Was this the beginning of the end? Had he, The kidnapper, planned this with Samuel just to bring him down? The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.This was what I wanted… wasn’t it?I should be celebrating. Finally, the great Louis brought to his knees. Finally, justice. But here I was, paralyzed. Hesitating. Why? Why the hell was I hesitating now?I pressed a hand to my chest like I could steady the madness inside, but it didn’t help. My mind was running a marathon, and my emotions were tripping over each other, trying to catch up.This was the man who had treated me like trash. Worse. Who had almost killed me, not metaphorically, not emotionally, but literally. And still, some

Louis’ POVI was pacing. Back and forth. Over and over again. The silence of my room was loud, too loud, filled only with the sharp sound of my bare feet hitting the hardwood floor. My thoughts were a mess, tangled in knots I couldn’t undo. Erica. Evelyn’s stepsister. Her name kept echoing in my head like a haunting melody I couldn’t mute.I should’ve felt guilt. I should’ve felt disgust. But mostly, I felt... confusion. Those nights werent supposed to mean anything. And I was certain, absolutely fucking certain, I was infertile. The doctor said it. Years ago. "There’s nothing to worry about," he’d told me. “You’re not capable of producing a child.” It was stamped into my brain like a tattoo I never asked for.So, why did this sudden fear feel like it had claws? Why was my chest tight, and why did my palms feel clammy with anxiety? I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Not for Erica. Not even curiosity. But I did. I felt something. A flicker of something I couldn’t name, and it made m