Todos os capítulos de Dear Ex-Husband, Your Enemy Wants Me : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

SerenaAfter a fun ride, I collapse next to Conall on the bed. The room is silent except for our ragged breaths. Exhausted, weak, and sweaty, I glance at Conall and smirk. It’s been a while—damn, that was good. Making him a mess is always satisfying: panting, sweating, flushed, but smiling and struggling to catch his breath."Wipe that grin off your face," he says, not bothering to open his eyes.He knows me too well!I laugh. “I don’t know what you mean. I don’t have such a look on my face.”Conall laughs, finally turning to look at me. I smile sweetly at him."Please, sweetness. I know you—you love making me weak. Admit it."I scoot closer and reach over to kiss him. “Mmm, yes, I do.”Who wouldn’t enjoy leaving their partner breathless and happy?Conall shakes his head but kisses me back. I moan, resisting the urge to climb back on top and go again—I would pass out halfway through. My body can't handle it right now. I should stop kissing, but I don't.“Hmm, you need to stop before y

SerenaWorry claws at me. Conall texted early, promising to be home by six-thirty, but now it’s after seven-thirty. He isn’t answering his cell. Something feels off; I can’t shake it. Once more—I think it’s the tenth time—I try calling him, but again, it rings out. Panic-stricken, I pace. What if something has happened? Even his work phone goes unanswered. He never ignores me. Not on purpose. Maybe work’s delaying him, but the churning in my stomach insists otherwise.My hands tremble as I search for his mom’s name and dial, my breath shallow with desperation. It rings only a couple of times before she answers.“Hello, Serena, is everything okay?”“I am not sure. Have you heard from Conall? He was supposed to be here an hour ago, but he hasn’t shown and isn’t answering his cell or work phone.”I don’t want to worry her, but the restless fear gnaws inside me. I need to know if she has seen or heard from him.“No, I haven’t heard from him. When did you last hear from him?” I can hear th

SerenaConall and I arrive at his place after his discharge. He is in more pain than he admits, wincing when he moves. His mom went home but will be here first thing, bringing breakfast and coffee. She didn’t return tonight to let him rest. I guide him to the bedroom and help him onto the bed.“Stay put until I get something for you to sleep in,” I state firmly.He sighs and nods. He will hate that he can’t do what he wants without issue for the next couple of weeks. The doctor told him to rest, and I will make sure he does. I will be a pain in his ass, but it is what I need to do. I grab him some flannel bottoms from his drawer and return to where he is. I carefully help him undress, and only then do I see the marks on his upper body. He has multiple bruises, one of which looks like a footprint. How did he manage to get up from that and start fighting back? I fight back my tears at the thought of him lying on the ground as they kick him around his body. What if they kicked his head?

SerenaI have told Conall I have gone out to deal with some business. Just not the business he thinks. I have a meeting with a PI to help me get the proof I need to determine who is responsible for the attack. I am paying him a fortune because he goes above and beyond and doesn’t do everything exactly by the book when he is on a case, and that is what I need. I have the details of Henry and his father's banks, their addresses and everything else I could get my hands on without anyone knowing what I was doing. He is going to hack into all the security in the surrounding area, too. Yes, I know the police are on it, but in case they don’t do anything or find what they need, this is another option. I hate lying to Conall about it, but if I told him what I planned on doing, he wouldn’t allow it. He would try to talk me out of it. I still plan to pay Henry and his father a visit to see if they will admit to anything, but that won’t be an easy thing, so for now, I can only hope the PI can ge

SerenaI am enjoying a coffee and reading when Conall comes running in, as if he is on a mission. What has gotten him so worked up?“Conall, are you okay? Did something happen?”“I need my laptop.”There is something going on because he always says hello with a kiss before doing anything else. He doesn’t seem stressed. It is something else. He rushes to his bedroom before I have a chance to say another word. I sit, confused and wait for his return to find out what is going on. A moment later, he comes rushing back through and takes a seat next to me, setting up his laptop, without saying another word.“Conall, what is going on?”“I will tell you in a second. I need to check this first before I get my hopes up.” He doesn’t even look at me as he answers, something else he never does. He always makes eye contact when he talks to me.I notice a flash drive in his hand. Conall’s leg bounces up and down, anxious to see whatever is on it. I let him focus because, by the sounds of it, he expe