All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141: Wedding Bells **Christiana’s POV** The morning of my wedding dawned with a strange mixture of serenity and storm inside me. I woke before the alarm, eyes wide open in the dark, staring at the faint patterns on the hotel ceiling. My heart was already pounding, as if my body had known long before my mind caught up that today was no ordinary day. I laid still, cocooned in silence, listening to the faint hum of traffic beyond the window, the muffled clatter of housekeeping down the hall, the world already moving while mine held its breath. This was it. After everything, after betrayal, secrets, revenge, blood, and tears, today, I would walk down an aisle and emerge as someone new. Today, I would become Mrs. Bryan Adams. The thought alone was enough to make me both smile and tremble. My lips curved upward at the sound of it, yet my stomach twisted, unsettled, as if my body carried doubts my heart refused to name. I slipped from the bed, the carpet cool beneath my bare f

Chapter 143: Wedding Run **Christiana’s POV** The orchestra had already begun playing its opening notes, soft strings weaving into the vaulted ceilings, echoing like a prelude to something grand. Yet, beneath the beauty of the melody, there was a discordant undercurrent, an unease rippling through the pews like a chill draft no one could quite place. There was no groom. I stood at the back of the cathedral, clutching my bouquet so tightly that the stems bent beneath the silk ribbons. The roses pressed against my palms, thorns biting through the gloves, but I didn’t loosen my grip. It felt like the only thing anchoring me in a room that suddenly felt too large, too heavy with expectation. Dozens of faces turned toward me. Familiar ones softened by pity, unfamiliar ones sharpening with curiosity. They were waiting, all of them, for the procession to begin, for the doors to open and the storybook ceremony to unfold. But instead of joy, instead of awe, I caught flickers of unease, co

Chapter 145*Third person’s POV*The sun outside the cathedral burned too brightly for a day drenched in disappointment.One by one, the guests trickled out, voices low and conspiratorial.Men in tuxedos tugged at their collars, their polished shoes carrying them away from a spectacle that had promised fairy tale but delivered scandal.Christiana Salazar, abandoned by Bryan Adams who turns out to be missing.Matilda stood apart from them, leaning casually against the cathedral’s stone column, her eyes narrowing as she studied the procession of fallen elegance.She hadn’t been on the guest list. She hadn’t needed to be. Matilda was no fool; she knew how to slip into places unseen, how to move like smoke between cracks. And besides, she hadn’t come just to watch Christiana’s carefully curated life unravel.No. Matilda had an agenda.“Poor little princess,” she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom that only she could taste.Her own life had been a series of blows, one

Chapter 147*Christianas POV* ‘I thought I could, but the truth is, I can’t marry you.’ The paper trembled so violently in my hands I could hear it crinkle like dry leaves in a storm. My knees buckled again, but I forced myself upright, dragging the words through my burning eyes. ‘I don’t feel the way I should. I don’t feel the vibes, the connection is not enough to bind myself to you for a lifetime.’ Every tender whisper of love he had spoken unravelled in a breath. My chest cracked open, raw, exposed, every beat of my heart screaming against the truth I was holding. The letter slipped slightly in my trembling grip, but I clutched it tighter, as though letting go would mean erasing the last trace of him. I continued reading, trying to stay patient, perhaps it is a prank letter ‘I admit it, I was drawn to you at first. Your beauty, your curves, the way you spoke to me when no one else dared, but it was all pity. The fact I had deflowered you alone made me feel like a bad person

Chapter 149 “I said get out!” I screamed, the sound tearing out of me so loud and broken it silenced the air for a moment. My whole body shook with it, like a dam bursting. Sandra’s voice cut across the chaos, sharp and desperate. She had just burst through the hotel doors, hair unravelling from its perfect bun, chest heaving as she fought for breath. “Christiana, stop! Please…you’re not thinking straight!” I shoved the driver aside with both hands, his weight stumbling against the hood of the car, palms splayed in shock. His mouth opened as though to protest, but the words never came, because by then I was already yanking at the door handle with a feral desperation. The metal gave way under my grip, and I threw myself inside, the keys biting into the soft flesh of my palm as though mocking me, The wedding dress was no longer a symbol of joy or promise, it was a suffocating cage of satin and tulle. It tangled around my knees and wrapped around my waist, the once-immaculate folds