My Wife, My Blackmailer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Louis' POVI yanked my clothes on with trembling hands, my chest tight with nerves I couldn’t name. My heart thudded hard, pounding against my ribs like it was trying to talk me out of this madness. I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew it. Every bone in my body screamed that this was reckless, stupid, even. But I couldn’t stop.There were reporters crawling outside the gates like ants. If I stepped out the front door, I’d be swarmed and questioned. So I slipped through the hidden corridor at the side of the mansion, a secret path that only a few of us knew about. I wrapped my scarf around my face, pulled the hoodie low over my head, and ducked into the shadows. I had to be invisible.What kind of man meets a stranger, an anonymous caller, who claims to have information about his wife? What kind of fool does that? Me. I was that fool. But desperation does that to you. It makes you believe that maybe, just maybe, truth can be found in the unlikeliest places. And right now, truth was all I

Louis POV "You owe me the truth. Tell me now! Have you been the one blackmailing me? Have you been pretending all this time?!"My voice cracked as the words left my throat. I didn’t plan to yell. I didn’t plan to break like that. But I did.And then, she broke too.Tears.Tears spilled from her eyes in a flood that caught me off guard. No sound. No wailing. Just silent, steady weeping, like a river that had broken through a dam. She didn’t make a sound. Not even a sniffle. Just tears. Pure and heartbreaking.Her body shook like she had been holding it all in for years. And when she moved her hands, it wasn’t to cover her face. It was like she was trying to reach for something, me?, and then she just let her arms fall.It felt like I was watching a child whose favorite toy had just been yanked out of her hands and thrown into a fire. She mouthed something. Her lips trembled, parting to form silent words I couldn’t read. But her eyes screamed, I didn’t mean to. Again and again. Her eye

Louis’ POV"You may be discharged now, Mr. Louis," the doctor said gently, her eyes lingering for a moment too long, probably trying to read the tight expression on my face.Discharged.The word hung in the air like some kind of liberation, but it felt hollow. I nodded wordlessly. Evelyn, my wife, was already at my side, her grip on my hand a little too tight, her movements quick and controlled, like she was trying to beat back a storm only she could see.She held me carefully, almost too tenderly, guiding me to the car parked right outside the hospital doors.Why was she acting like this?Why was the same woman who had been blackmailing me suddenly fussing over every step I took? Her hand trembled slightly against mine, but her face was calm, too calm. Mechanical. Almost like a performance. And I didn’t know what to make of it.Was it guilt? Fear? Or something deeper?All I knew was that something was off.I should’ve confronted her, right then and there. But my mind was spinning. Wo

Evelyn’s POVHe signed it.I watched in slow motion as he dragged the pen across the paper, each stroke echoing like a dagger to my chest. The ink looked too black, too final. It wasn’t just a signature, it was a goodbye written in cursive.He set the folder down and stared at me. Cold. Done. Just like that.“So what’s next?” he asked. His voice was rough, but empty. Like he’d already left me in his mind. “I’ve signed it. You’ve signed it. So what now?”My lips trembled.I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to grab the folder and rip it to shreds and throw it in his face. How dare you? After everything. After the years I stayed, silent, patient, waiting for the tiniest piece of your heart. You could have fought. You could have stopped me. You could have just tried.But he didn’t.He was just… done.I bit down hard on my lower lip, holding in the sob threatening to burst from my chest. I refused to let him see me cry again. Not now. Not when I’d finally found the courage to wa

Louis' POVThis didn’t make sense. None of it did.A virgin wife? My wife?The words kept playing over and over in my head like a broken record.I was in the car, trying to act unaffected, but my mind was a storm. Her voice still echoed in my ears from that call: "A virgin wife." Those exact words. They hit me like a punch to the gut. My brows furrowed, my hands clenched on my knees.I couldn’t stop staring at her. Those lips, plump, slightly parted, so pink they looked unreal. Her delicate neck, exposed slightly beneath her hair as she looked away from me. Could it really be possible? That no man had ever touched her? Not even Samuel?But she always said she’d been with him. She always made it sound like they’d done everything. So what was that? A lie? Was she trying to protect herself from me, or from something worse? Or had she… been waiting for me all this time? Through the arguments, the cold stares, the lonely nights, was she silently hoping I’d finally see her? Want her?I felt