All Chapters of 365 Days With My Fake Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The room settled into silence after her words, silence that didn't feel heavy but alive, charged with the weight of promises unspoken. Romeo's hand still held hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jessica wasn't afraid of the dark ahead.But the storm outside didn't wait for them to catch their breath. That every night, whispers began threading through the cracks of their fragile peace business partners questioning Romeo's loyalty, old rivals circling like wolves who'd caught the scent of weakness. He had chosen Jessica, and in doing so, he had made enemies bolder. Jessica could feel it. The way his phone lit up with calls he didn't answer. The way his shoulders tightened whenever her name was mentioned. The way shadows seemed to follow them, even in broad daylight."Tell me", she whispered one evening as they sat by the window, the city's glow spilling across their faces. "What aren't you saying?"Romeo's jaw flexed,

The night streched long, heavy with silence. Jessica lay awake beside Romeo, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as questions clawed at her. Who could it be? Who among them was close enough to betray, and cruel enough to put them in danger? Romeo's steady breathing told her he had drifted into a shallow, restless sleep. His hand still rested against hers, as though even in unconsciousness he refused to let her go. That small act gave her comfort, but it didn't chase away the unease sitting in her chest. When dawn finally bled into the room, Jessica slipped out of bed queitly. She padded across the apartment, her fingers brushing over the scattered papers on Romeo's desk. Notes, names, phone numbers pieces of a puzzle she wasn't sure she wanted to solve. One name, circled twice, caught her eyes. Her breath hitched. Before she could reach for it, Romeo's voice cut through the stillness. "Jess". She froz

The silence that followed defeaning. Jessica could hear her own heartbeat, each thud echoing like a countdown. She tightened her grip on Romeo's hand, as if letting go might mean losing everything they had fought for.Romeo didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on hers, steady, unwavering. "They think we're weak", he said finally, his voice low and rough. "They think we'll break".Jessica's lips trembled, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "Then let's show them we're not".The words tasted like fire on her tongue. For too long, she had been running from shadows from fears, from scars she thought would never heal. But now standing here, with Romeo's warmth grounding her she realized something had shifted. The fear was still there, but it no longer ruled her.Romeo brushed his thumb across the back of her hand, gentle, almost tender, before his tone hardened again. "This isn't about revenge anymore. It's about survival. It's about us".

Hope was fragile. Jessica knew that better than anyone. It could slip through your fingers in an instant, leaving you clutching at nothing but air. Yet as she looked across at Romeo, the silence between them wasn't heavy anymore - it was alive, humming with the weight of all that had been broken, and all that might still be repaired.Romeo shifted, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that almost unnerved her. "Jessica", he began slowly, "you know things won't get easier. People won't just forget. The choices we've made... they're not going away".Jessica exhaled, her chest tightening. He was right. Their lives weren't fairy tales they were messy, tangled, stitched together with mistakes and regrets. And yet, wasn't that what made them real?"I don't want easy", she whispered. "I just want honest. No more lies. No more pretending".Romeo's lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "Honesty", he repeated. "That's dangerous territory".

Jessica's pulse hammered as the silence dragged out, the hallway light flickering faintly above them. Every shadow seemed to press closer, watching, waiting. The man didn't move, didn't flinch, as though he had been expecting this very moment. Romeo's voice cut through the tension, sharp and steady. "Say your name". The stranger's eyes, dark with years of weariness, met Romeo's. Then they shifted to Jessica so piercing, so achingly familiar that she staggered back a step. And then he said it. "Michael". Jessica froze. Her breath caught. That name she hadn't spoken it in years. Couldn't. Her brother. The world seemed to tilt sideways, her body numb as the pieces refused to fit together. Michael had been gone. Taken. Left for dead in a world that showed no mercy. She had mourned him, carried the grief like a blade in her chest. But now he was standing here, flesh and bone, looki