Todos los capítulos de My Wife, My Blackmailer : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

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

Louis' POV"What the heck!" I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief.My heart pounded, echoing through my chest like war drums. The image on my phone stared back at me, mocking everything I thought I knew. Evelyn, my wife, the woman I married knowing she was mute, was holding a phone to her ear. And her lips... they were moving. Not in a fluke, not in confusion, but slowly, purposefully. She was talking.Talking.It felt like the floor shifted beneath me, like I was free-falling without a parachute. My wife could talk?No. No. That can't be right.I married her mute. I met her mute. I watched her for years, from a distance, signing to herself in that quiet room. Her hands always in motion, graceful like a dance of pain. I knew she wasn't born mute. The accident stole her voice. An accident that left her carrying the guilt of something that wasn't her fault. Everyone blamed her. Her parents. The town. The school. They blamed her for a death she didn't cause.Only... turns out the perso

Evelyn's POV As soon as I slipped out of the room, my chest heaved. My legs were shaky, barely holding my weight. I had no idea how long I had been holding my breath. I just knew I needed to get out. The hall was quiet, eerily so. The moment I closed the door behind me, the world felt heavy. But then I saw it. There, in the corridor, just as I had hoped. Thank God. Thank God. Louis... he was starting to look at me differently. His eyes, once warm with confusion or even frustration, now held suspicion. Sharp. Calculating. Like he was watching every move I made. Like he knew. My heart thundered in my chest. I could barely hear over the sound of my own panic. After he interrogated me, I think he's suspecting me now. This is bad! What do I do now? Then my phone rang. A shrill, piercing sound that stabbed into the silence. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. My stomach dropped when I saw the caller ID. Him. The demon in my life. The one I made the deal with. The one who owned