All Chapters of She Died His Wife, She Returns His Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

The intimacy Elise shared with Cassian still fresh, each stolen glance now charged with unspoken desires and cautious hope. Elise had begun cautiously to believe she could carefully balance Cassian’s growing suspicion with the secrets she still guarded so fiercely.But Matteo had other plans.Late one evening, Elise received a carefully sealed invitation, Matteo’s familiar emblem marking the envelope. A note inside was simple and direct:Join me tonight. It’s time to clarify our positions clearly.Her heart seized sharply, tension violently twisting in her chest. She understood clearly Matteo’s careful invitation was not optional—it was a carefully disguised command.When Elise arrived at Matteo’s penthouse, her pulse raced sharply beneath quiet dread. The room she entered was lavish yet dimly lit, cast in a careful crimson glow that seemed to reflect Matteo’s sharp, hidden intentions clearly.“Welcome, Elise,” Matteo murmured softly, voice carefully neutral yet laced sharply with sub

The morning sunlight poured softly through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet room. Elise stirred gently awake, her body still entangled comfortably in Cassian’s careful embrace. For a moment, she allowed herself to quietly savor the careful intimacy clearly lingering between them.Carefully, she lifted her gaze, studying Cassian’s sleeping form beside her. His features were relaxed, softened in sleep—far from the carefully controlled persona he displayed openly to the world. Elise’s heart tightened gently, clearly aware how dangerously close she’d allowed herself to become.Her eyes moved gently downward, carefully tracing the broad, defined planes of his chest, bathed softly in the morning sun. But as her gaze lingered carefully, she noticed something sharply new—a faint yet clearly visible scar, small and fresh, just below his collarbone.Her breath caught sharply, pulse quickening violently. Elise knew clearly this scar had never been present in their previou

Cassian appeared at Elise’s doorstep without warning, tension evident in the set of his shoulders and the tightness around his eyes. Elise opened the door, immediately sensing something was wrong.“What happened?” she asked, stepping back to let him enter.He walked past her without a greeting, shoulders tense, clearly troubled by something he couldn’t shake. “I spoke with Matteo earlier,” he said abruptly, voice tight and carefully measured. “He asked me if I’d seen you recently. Strange question, don’t you think?”Elise felt a jolt of apprehension twist sharply in her stomach. Matteo’s carefully placed hints were finally landing. “What exactly did he say?”Cassian turned slowly, his gaze dark, watchful. “He said you reminded him of someone—someone he failed to protect. Does that mean something to you?”Elise swallowed hard, fighting the urge to look away. She saw the quiet suspicion burning behind Cassian’s careful facade.“I don’t know what Matteo is trying to do,” she replied care

Matteo’s invitation wasn’t delivered formally this time—it appeared quietly, unexpectedly, placed neatly on the desk inside Elise’s locked office. It was a simple black envelope, unmarked and unsettling.Elise’s throat tightened as she opened it. Matteo’s handwriting was neat but unmistakable:Dinner at my villa tonight. Just us.She knew immediately what this meant. Matteo had discovered her unauthorized visit to the D’Amaro archive. Despite her careful efforts to leave no trace, he must have found something—a file slightly out of place, or surveillance footage she'd missed.She felt exposed, her careful secrecy compromised. Matteo was sending a message: he knew exactly how far she'd crossed the line.That evening, Elise arrived at Matteo’s villa, nerves twisted sharply in her chest. Matteo opened the door himself, his expression calm but deliberately unreadable.“Come in, Elise,” he said quietly, stepping back. “We need to talk.”She entered cautiously, her heart pounding as he led