Semua Bab My Wife, My Blackmailer : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Evelyn's POVI ran.Still wrapped in the bedsheet, my bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I darted to my room. My breath caught in my throat, heart pounding so violently I thought it would explode. As soon as I got in, I slammed the door shut and locked it, my back pressing hard against the wood.My body was burning, not from the cold, but from the memory.His hands. The way his fingers slid into me.I gasped for air, staggered to the bed, and collapsed face-first into the mattress. My skin felt hypersensitive. Everywhere he touched, I could still feel him, like his fingerprints had etched into my bones. My thighs trembled. My chest rose and fell, erratic, and my mind screamed at me to forget. To move on."You did the right thing," I whispered to myself, my voice barely a breath. "You're divorcing him. You did the right thing."But then my hand slammed against the bed in frustration."Shit!" I muttered under my breath, clutching the pillow like it could absorb my confusion.Wh

Louis' POVThe moment the door shut behind her, the silence swallowed me whole. It wasn’t just a quiet room. It was a world emptied of everything that mattered. I stood there, chest heaving, breath coming out in shaky, shallow gasps. My hands trembled as they hung uselessly at my sides. The warmth of her body was still lingering in my arms, but she was gone. For real this time.My eyes drifted to the sheet that had slipped from her shoulder. It lay in a soft pile on the floor, abandoned like the love she had for me.I couldn't breathe.The pain wasn’t just in my heart anymore, it spread like fire, licking up my spine, clawing through my skull. My legs buckled under me, and I collapsed onto the bed like a ragdoll, burying my face in my hands.What had I done? What the hell was I?The room felt haunted now, not by ghosts, but by the echoes of her silence. By the words she couldn’t say out loud, but typed with such finality they felt like a death sentence.I picked up the sheet and held

Evelyn's POV"Where are you going?" Louis’s voice echoed in the room like a cracked bell.I blinked rapidly, confused. What had I said? Wait—I hadn’t said anything. My thoughts had been loud, too loud, echoing in the silence that hung between us. I stared blankly, the fog of panic slowly lifting as Louis leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. This is when I realized that all that had happened was all in my head. He hasn't found me out yet. "Where's your iPad? Evelyn. Tell me something. Anything."His voice snapped me back to reality.My fingers fumbled through my bag until I felt the cold, familiar touch of the device. I didn’t bother sitting back down. I typed hastily, the words clumsy with urgency:I need to leave. I have somewhere to be.I shoved the screen in his face without another glance and turned away. My heart thudded against my ribs. Every second felt heavier than the last.That wicked man. That cursed voice on the phone. He'd called again. My mother’s in danger.I ran.Out o

Louis’ POVI paced back and forth across my room like a man possessed, hands tangled in my hair, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The silence of the house was deafening, until the low purr of an engine cut through it like a blade. My ears perked, my entire body freezing. I moved quickly to the window, parting the curtains with trembling fingers.There she was, my wife.Coming out of that damned car.His car.Samuel.My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. My hands balled into fists at my sides, trembling with restrained fury. I hated him, hated how comfortable she looked next to him, hated that she was even in his damn car to begin with. I had told myself she didn’t really like him, that it was just a show, a rebound. But now?They were hugging.No. Not just hugging.He was holding her like she belonged to him.And she was letting him.Then, God, he kissed her.On the forehead first.Then the lips.My breath caught in my throat.I felt like someone had sucker-punched me right in the g

Evelyn’s POVI struggled from his grip and shoved the papers into his face, the crinkling sound of the envelope felt like it reverberated through my bones. His eyes never left me, like they were holding on to the last thread of something that didn’t exist anymore. And it made me sick, because I knew deep down, I was breaking something inside me too, just by doing this.My fingers trembled as I typed on my phone, pushing it towards him, each word more bitter than the last. “I’m leaving, Louis. This is it. There’s no coming back. I’m divorcing you.” I didn’t look at him as I said it, just kept typing furiously, trying to distance myself, as if the words would erase all the hurt we had tangled ourselves into over the years.The envelope was still clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. His eyes never wavered from mine, but there was something there, a crack in his tough facade. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.I shoved past him, my pulse roaring in my ea