All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 182: Loss Of Memory Christiana’s POV Outside the bar was much more breathable, at least people outside didn’t know the tension that had happened inside. “Christiana…” I turned back at Bryan was still following me, what the fuck? Is he trying to kidnap me? I increased my pace. I could feel his presence behind me, after how many minutes of walking, how come I trekked so far to get to this cursed bar? I was fed up, I whirled around. “Bryan, enough. Stop following me.” He didn’t stop. His long strides easily matched my hurried pace, “I need answers, and if I don’t follow you, I don’t know how I am going to see you again, and my heart beats for you, so I am following you anywhere you go until you are ready to attend to me” I drew a sharp breath, my patience thinning into threads. “If you don’t stop this madness, I swear I’ll report you to the police. I don’t care if you’re Bryan Adams, it doesn’t mean you’re above the law. Matter of fact, this is Mexico, they will deport u

Chapter 184Christiana’s POVBryan took my hand and we dashed under the nearest shade, our shoes splashing through shallow puddles as the rain poured harder behind us. The sound was deafening, a relentless drumming on the roof above, sheets of water falling like a curtain between us and the world outside. My hair clung to my face in damp strands, my clothes already soaked through, and my body trembled so violently I wondered if I was suddenly ill. The shivers weren’t just from the cold; they felt like they were crawling straight out of my bones, winding themselves around my chest, squeezing until I could barely breathe.Bryan’s arm came around me, strong and insistent, pulling me flush against him. His chest was solid, steady, a fortress against the storm, and though I wanted to fight it, my heart betrayed me with a stutter so loud I swore he must have heard, my body leaned forward, melting into the heat of him as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.He wasn’t wearing col

Chapter 186: Just married Bella**Christiana’s POV**“I expect you to tell me the truth, Christiana.” Bryan said with his eyes locked on mine, wide, raw, pleading. “I swear to you, I lost my memory. Everything is gone.”I blinked at him, my throat closing. “What are you saying?” My voice trembled. “You do not remember that you’re Bryan Adams, CEO of Adams petroleum?”“No…” he said closing his eyes, “I’m really CEO? Bella told me that she is the breadwinner and that we are just leaving off my family’s left properties”Wow… he looked so genuinely oblivious, like he really doesn’t remember, a huge part of me wanted to believe him, to find a way to help him because he may have been a victim of another of Bella’s gimmicks. But, I can’t… I can’t allow myself trust him again.I can’t trust his words, I am so hurt I didn’t even realize I now have a very huge trust issue until now. It is a huge struggle to believe anything he says, my head keeps giving me a reason why he must be lying, my head

Chapter 188: The Fence Jumper**Bryan’s POV**The sound of her snoring filled the room like a sick lullaby. Each wheeze, each wet rattle of her throat made my stomach churn. I lay there, rigid, my fists tight beneath the blanket, staring into the darkness. I couldn’t take it anymore.Slowly, carefully, I moved.Her arm was draped across my chest, heavy, possessive. I slid my body an inch at a time, prying myself free as though escaping a trap. Her breathing hitched once, and I froze, every muscle taut. Then the snoring resumed, deep and steady.I exhaled soundlessly and slipped away.My feet touched the floor with practiced silence. The moonlight pouring in through the tall windows cast long silver bars across the carpet, guiding me like a path. My eyes landed on her desk. The laptop sat there, gleaming faintly, a smug sentinel of secrets.I padded across the room, every step a risk, every creak in the wood threatening to betray me. I reached it and hurried downstairs to the living ro

Chapter 190: The Doctor**Bryan’s POV**“I… I can get him. Just… please, don’t tell anyone.” the nurse’s voice cracked as she twisted her fingers together, her eyes wide like a child caught stealing candy.“Good,” I said coldly. “Then get moving.”She nodded frantically, smoothed down her scrubs, and beckoned me to follow. Her sneakers squeaked nervously against the floor as we wound down a dim hallway that smelled of antiseptic and old secrets.She stopped outside a half-open door. Inside, a man in a white coat was talking animatedly to a patient, laughing too loudly, grinning like a clown at his own jokes. My skin crawled. He was the fucking doctorWell, I had gotten the description right after all, the lady picked it immediately I said he looked wicked, because he actually did look wicked, but when I had woken up at that time, that didn’t matter to me as much as the fact that I had lost my memory.After watching him laugh for what felt like a minutes, I cleared my throat then he tu