All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 152: Heartbreak Unraveling 1 Christiana’s POV I came out of the car and began stripping myself naked, each tug at the fabric feeling like I was peeling away layers of humiliation. If I was going to die, then I refused to die in this gown, the cursed dress of a bride abandoned at the altar. My fingers clawed at the delicate lace, ripping it from my skin as though it were burning me. All I had left on was the lingerie I had so carefully chosen, the one I thought Bryan would see and lose his breath over on our honeymoon night. Now it clung mockingly to my body, as a cruel reminder of my foolishness. I balled the wedding dress into a heap and tossed it into the back seat as if it were a corpse I no longer wished to claim. I slid back behind the wheel, my bare thighs sticking to the cold leather. I turned the key, and the engine roared awake, my foot slammed the accelerator, and the car jolted backwards, tires screaming, as if the earth itself resisted carrying me any farther.

Chapter 154*Christiana’s POV* Mary’s hand tightened gently on my shoulder, her touch steady where mine shook. “You’ll rise again,” she said with a certainty I couldn’t borrow yet. “I’ve seen women rise from worse.” Her conviction was so absolute, it made something stir inside but my heart was shards scattered on the floor, and I had no idea how to piece them back together. I tried to smile, but it came out thin, weak, more polite than real. “Thank you. Really. For everything. But… I should go now.” Mary’s brows drew together quickly, worry flaring in her eyes. “Where will you go, my dear?” she asked, urgency in her tone. “At least let us drive you somewhere. The world outside isn’t kind.” I shook my head, forcing a steadiness I didn’t feel. “No, no… it’s okay. My mother’s cemetery… it’s just a few walks from here. I’ll be fine.” At the mention of the cemetery, her face fell, her lips parting with a quiet sigh. She wanted to protest, I could see it. But instead, she only frowned

Chapter 156ADAMS PETROLEUM AND GASGossip and rumours spreads like wildfire.What happens when a billionaire boss of a reputable company in a nation decides to go AWOL after missing his own wedding with a letter safely kept for the bride.A bride that used to be the secretary.Well, gossip will spread!The building of Adams Petroleum hummed with its usual undercurrent of efficiency. Today, it was the sharp, buzzing static of gossip.The air was thick with murmurs, whispered speculation moving through the corridors faster than actual work. Departmental secretaries paused by the elevators, managers leaned in the corners of the cafeteria, security guards exchanged sly glances.Every living soul seemed to carry another rumor, another theory. Everyone had something to say, and all of it circled back to one thing: the missing Bryan Adams and his abandoned bride.In the middle of the executive lobby, Ben leaned casually against the polished counter, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosene

Chapter 158Bryan’s POVThe lady brought me food. She bent low as she set the tray on the bedside table, her blouse dipping just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage. Once, maybe, that would have stirred something in me, a flicker of desire, a reminder that I was alive, a man. But now? Nothing. Not even a twitch of interest.The realization unsettled me. Was it the head injury? The memory loss? Or was I simply… broken? I still understood what it meant to be a man, and I knew enough to know that what I felt or what I didn’t feel was wrong.But more than that, I was bothered by her. Who was she to me? My wife? My girlfriend?I hated that kiss she had pressed on me when I woke earlier. It hadn’t felt like affection, it had felt like an invasion, a performance staged for my benefit.I gripped the spoon tightly. “What’s your name?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.She sat gracefully, as though the chair had been waiting for her. “Bella,” she said with a smile, reaching for t

Chapter 160**Bryan’s POV**I was still very uncomfortable at the loss of memory thing. Everything about it sat wrong inside me, like a stone lodged in my throat that I couldn’t swallow. They said I had fallen and hit my head ten days ago, but if that were true, why didn’t I feel any pain? No scars, no bandages, not even a dull ache pressing at my skull. Shouldn’t there be something? Anything? The absence of hurt was itself alarming, like waking up from a nightmare only to realize I was still trapped in it.Bella’s voice, gentle and coaxing, wrapped around me like velvet ropes I couldn’t shake off.“Home,” she said, leaning across the seat with a smile too soft, too perfect.“Home?” The word slipped out of me uncertainly, tasting foreign on my tongue, like it didn’t belong to me at all. I turned to her, studying her face for some spark of recognition, something my heart should have recognized even if my mind didn’t. But nothing came. “This is… my house?”Her smile widened, bright and