All Chapters of 365 Days With My Fake Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The silence stretched, a fragile thread threatening to snap with every breath. Jessica stood between them, her chest rising and falling as through the air itself had thickened, pressing down on her lungs. Romeo's fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles gleamed white. His stance screamed of fury, but underneath, Jessica knew it wasn't just anger it was fear. Fear of losing her, fear of betrayal, fear of the past repeating itself. Michael's gaze, on the other hand, held something more complicated. Regret. Weariness. And beneath it all, the faintest flicker of determination, the kind that came from a man who had already decided what he was willing to sacrifice.Jessica swallowed hard, forcing her voice to steady. "If we're going to survive, then we do this together. No more secrets. No more half-truths. If either of you can't handle that, then walk away now". The ultimatum hung heavy in the air. Romeo's eyes never lef

Smoke curled through the broken beams of the house, the acrid scent of gunpower clinging to the air as Jessica stumbled forward. Her ears rang with the echoes of violence shouts, gunfire, the crash of splintering wood. The fragile safety they had pierced together was nothing more than rubble now. Romeo's blade was slick with blood, his movements a dance of fury and precision. Michael fired at shadows moving along the walls, his jaw set in grim determination. And Jessica heart pounding, hands trembling clutched the knife Romeo had pressed into her palm moments earlier. "This isn't random", Michael barked, shoving her behind a broken table as another round of bullets ripped through the plaster. His eyes met hers, sharp and unyielding. "They came for you. Whoever's pulling their strings... they know exactly who you are". Her stomach twisted. The enemies hadn't just breached their home they targeted her. The unspoken question burned: Why?

The silence between them wasn't empty it was alive, pulsing with everything that hadn't yet been said. The air was thick with smoke and fear, the faint sound of chaos still echoing outside the shattered window. Jessica stood frozen, her hands trembling, eyes darting between Romeo and Michael."Talk", she said finally, her voice a whisper sharpened by anger. "You wanted to tell me the truth? Then do it. Now".Michael's gaze softened for the first since he walked in. "You deserve to know. But i need you to understand i didn't lie to hurt you. I lied to keep you alive".Romeo stepped closer, his arm instinctively reaching for Jessica, but she moved away. Her trust in both of them was hanging by a thread. "Alive from what, Michael? From who?"Michael's eyes darkened. "From youself".The words hit her harder than a bullet. What, what do you mean?"He took a slow step forward. "Jessica, the people coming after you... they're not random

The air inside the abandoned train station was heavy with dust and silence. Broken glass crunched beneath their boots as Jessica stumbled forward, clutching her bleeding arm. Romeo caught her before she fell, guiding her to the shadows between two rusted benches. "Sit", he ordered softly, voice low but trembling with urgency. Jessica obeyed, her breath shallow, eyes darting toward the shattered windows. The city outside was still echoing with distant sirens evidence of the chaos they'd left behind. Romeo tore a strip from his shirt and began wrapping her wound. His hands were steady, but his jaw was clenched. "You shouldn't have gone back for him", he muttered. "I couldn't just leave him", Jessica whispered. "Michael risked everything" "Michael lied", Romeo snapped, louder than he intended. His voice enchoed off the walls, sharp as glass. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "We don't even know what's tru

The tunnel swallowed Jessica whole. The echo of her footsteps ricocheted off the stone walls, a heartbeat of defiance in the cold dark. Each step took her further from Romeo, further from safety and closer to the truth she'd spent years running from. The truth named Michael. She had loved him once. Trusted him once.And when her brother died, she had sworn she'd never forgive the man responsible only to learn, too late, that the man she'd been falling for all over again was the same one holding the knife all along. The train station's air was damp, the scent of rust and oil clinging like ghosts, Somewhere above, thunder rolled or maybe that was the sound of collapsing loyalties. Jessica tightened her grip on the pistol she'd scavenged earlier, her pulse a steady drumbeat of fury and fear. A faint shuffle behind her made her stop cold. "Still running toward danger, I see", a voice drawled from the s