Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving The Enemy's Husband: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 91: Love without end *Tony’s POV* “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she whispered finally, her lashes wet, her cheeks streaked with tears. “I wanted to ask you to marry me,” I admitted, the words bitter on my tongue. They felt foreign, almost poisonous, but they were true. “I told myself I would wait until you took over the Salazar empire. Until you were ready. I thought…” My voice broke, jagged, and I forced the rest out through clenched teeth. “I thought you needed time.” Her chest hitched, and I didn’t give her room to answer. The bitterness surged again. “At first you talked about your childhood love from Chicago, how you were waiting for him to marry you. Do you know what that did to me? It shredded me, Christy. But I waited. I told myself you’d get over him. That eventually…” My laugh came out cracked, hollow, an echo of all the years I’d lost. “… but while I was waiting, you gave yourself to Bryan. You gave him what should have been mine.” She shook her head

Chapter 93: You can never be him. **Christiana’s POV** Imagining getting married to Tony irritated me in a way I couldn’t even put into words. The thought clawed at my skin. I tried to picture it, to paint the scene in my mind while he sat there pouring his heart out. But no matter how I turned it, it felt wrong. It felt like pressing myself into a mould that wasn’t mine, like forcing a puzzle piece where it didn’t belong. It felt like incest. That was the only word I could find for it. He wasn’t my brother, by blood, but he was close enough to it in my heart. He had always been there steadying me when I stumbled, his laugh chasing away my storms, his presence like air: invisible, constant, taken for granted.. He wanted to be more. I honestly didn’t know what to say. My lips trembled around silence. I shifted against the pillows, clutching the sheet tighter, but it didn’t help. The truth had me cornered. Tony sat on the chair beside my bed, his fingers gripping his knees as tho

Chapter 95: The Revelation **Bryan’s POV** I had wound down my car window to take a bit of the night air, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside me. If anything, it only made the hollow ache sharper, every breath colder. I sat in the car, parked along the curb outside Christiana’s house, engine off, darkness pressing in from all sides. The neighbourhood was quiet, eerily, the kind of quiet that amplifies your own thoughts until they roar louder than thunder. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles stood out bone-white, tendons straining. I couldn’t bring myself to move, couldn’t bring myself to leave. Christiana’s name was everything I wanted my mind to be focused on, that’s only when I am relieved from the thought of my mother’s death and even my devlish wife, Bella. It was the only word that had lived in my mouth since morning, the only thought my mind allowed me. From the moment I woke with it lingering on my lips, to the fight with Bella, to the moment

Chapter 97: The Bloody Ranting **Bella’s POV** The glass exploded against the marble wall in a violent spray, shards skittering across the floor like tiny daggers. The wine smeared in a streak down the wall’s white surface, thick and dark, almost like blood. My hand was still raised, fingers trembling, veins taut with fury. I hadn’t even realized I’d thrown it until I realised the wreckage, the broken glass and the ugly stain like a reflection of what he had just done to me. My pulse pounded, savage, merciless, like war drums in my ears. My throat burned, but I couldn’t scream. The word “divorce” was already screaming inside me, tearing me apart with every echo. How dare he? How dare Bryan look at me, me, his wife, the woman who had stood beside him and say those words as though I were disposable. As though I were just another inconvenience to be cleared from his path. He had said it with that hollow look in his eyes, grief carved into his face as if he were the only one who ha

Chapter 99: Making Love In Sync With Alicia Keys **Bryan’s POV** I and Christiana lay quietly on the bed, the ceiling fan humming softly above us, shadows shifting across the walls. Her head rested against the pillow, mine only inches away, our breaths mingling in the stillness. Neither of us looked away. We just stared, as though our eyes alone were speaking a language the world outside could never understand. Twenty minutes passed like seconds, and then, her lips parted. “I love you too, Bryan.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it hit me like thunder. I couldn’t breathe. Those words I had dreamed of them, prayed for them even when I told myself I didn’t believe she could ever mean them, because she started out with revenge. I did a good thing keeping the fact I knew of her revenge till now. I had wondered all along if my love for her was nothing more than a foolish, reckless thing that I had forgiven her too easily for the lies, for the pretense of revenge, for