All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111: Got married to a devilish monster **Christiana’s POV** The quiet of my apartment was a rare comfort, a kind of silence that wrapped itself around me like a gentle shield from everything outside. I curled deeper into the couch, knees tucked beneath the blanket draped across my lap, the soft fabric warming the ache in my body. On the coffee table sat the remnants of my latest craving, a plate with crumbs, streaks of honey glistening under the lamplight, and a faint smear of butter still softening at the edge of the bread. Pregnancy had turned me into a creature of strange hungers; tonight it had been bread drenched in honey, the sweetness so overwhelming it coated my tongue until, finally, it settled the restless knot in my stomach. The lavender candle flickered on the side table, its fragrance threading through the room, delicate but grounding. Shadows swayed along the walls with every tremor of the flame, wrapping the space in a warm cocoon. For the first time in what

Chapter 113:**Bryan’s POV I stared at Bella, wondering what sort of devil possessed her “So this… all of this… was about money.” “Of course it was,” she said smoothly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “You were perfect. The perfect man to guarantee I would never go back to being… nothing.” Her lips twisted. “Do you know what it’s like to be invisible, Bryan? To be the girl everyone overlooks? To be reminded, every second, that you are replaceable, worthless? I swore I would never feel that way again. I desired to be like Christiana. I dated her father to have her kind of life, but I didn’t want to settle with an old man like Giveon Salazar, I wanted someone hotter, someone I can show off to my friends, one who is active in bed, one who I wake up to, looking at his handsome face… and then you came along.” Her voice cracked, but her eyes stayed hard. “You were the answer to my prayers. And I won’t let that go. Not for anyone. Not even Christiana.” The venom in

Chapter 115**Bryan’s POV** I sank into the corner of the living room, the silence pressing harder now that the uniforms were gone. My back pressed against the wall, knees bent, elbows heavy on them. In my hand, I clutched her scarf that she’d left draped across the couch earlier. I held it so tightly it hurt, the soft fabric twisted in my grip like a lifeline. Every time I let my eyes close, she was there. Christiana’s smile, soft and shy. Her tears, glistening and raw. The way her hand would hover protectively over her stomach, on our child. My future. A sharp pain tore through me at the thought of them both gone, stolen into some darkness I couldn’t reach. My chest ached, my throat burned, and nausea coiled inside me until I thought I might break apart. “God please, keep her safe. I can’t afford to have anything happen to her. Please,” I whispered into the hollow quiet, my voice cracking under its own weight. I pressed my palms hard against my eyes until I saw stars, until t

Chapter 117**Bryan’s POV** I swallowed hard. “If you touched her…” My voice broke before I could finish. I forced it steady, steel where there was only breaking glass inside me. “If you hurt her, Bella, I swear to you…I’ll…” “You’ll what?” she cut in smoothly, rising from the couch with the grace of a predator circling its prey. Her bandaged head flexed as she stood, and her smirk widened. “You’ll go to the police? Tell them your wife kidnapped your mistress? Tell them the grieving wife, who nearly bled out from sorrow, is actually a criminal mastermind?” She stalked closer with every word, her bare feet silent against the rug, her silk nightgown whispering with movement. Her laughter bubbled up again, cruel and triumphant, twisting my insides into knots. “Oh, Bryan. Do you even hear yourself? No one will believe you. Not a soul. You’ll look pathetic, weak and isn’t that the real crime in your world? A man like you, reduced to begging for scraps of truth about your mistress from

Chapter 119*Bryan’s POV The notebook slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud, the sound far too small for the weight of the words it carried. “No…” The word tore from my throat, hoarse, broken. “No… no, no…” I stumbled back, clutching my head with both hands as if I could crush the thought before it fully formed. But the truth pressed harder, burrowing deeper. The walls closed in, the air grew thin. My chest constricted until I couldn’t breathe. Bella… had killed my mother? It was supposed to be an accident, wasn’t it? The jagged wound I had seen in that morgue slammed into my memory with merciless clarity, the way her body had looked, it was impossible for her to have that deep hole in her chest when I looked at the car wreckage. What could have stabbed her? Rage, disbelief, pain all collided in one violent detonation inside me. My knees buckled. I collapsed onto the floor, my palms bracing against the carpet before I crumpled completely, tears flooding my