All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 192: I have to stop Bella**Christiana’s POV**I had just returned from the hospital and it was one hell of an experience. It all felt so true I hated myself, I hated myself so much for not having seen the signs or noticed that this was all Bella’s gimmicks alone.Well, I do not blame myself. I have seen her done her wonders and I thought that Bryan had really loved her the way my father had blindly loved her even after she betrayed him.She took the two most important man in my life. Three in fact, because I wouldn’t have lost Tony if she hadn’t caused the death of my father and if I hadn’t gotten entangled in this circus.I had been pacing for what felt like hours, my bare feet dragging over the cool tiles, the hem of my silk robe whispering against my calves. The city outside was still humming, Mexico never really slept, but I was locked inside this cage of thoughts, planning, strategizing, circling like a wolf stalking prey.Bella Calamida.The name alone was poison on my

Chapter 194: Fuck you, Christiana**Bryan’s POV**I couldn’t go back to that messed up mansion to Bella, not after what I had just uncovered.The idea of walking through those gates, seeing Bella’s face, pretending, smiling and acting like the doting husband… it made bile rise up my throat. My fists curled so tightly I thought my bones might snap.If I saw her now, if I stood in front of her after everything I had learned, I might strangle her with my bare hands or even do worse.And the thought of “worse than killing”…? It scared me. Because yes… there was something worse. Keeping her alive but broken. Letting her live without the power, without the lies, without the control. Making her watch everything slip through her fingers until she was nothing but a husk of the queen she had pretended to be.That was worse than death, death is too simple for her. She deserves to be behind bars, in a psychiatrist hospital, she deserved to be in a place where she is poked in the ass everyday eati

Chapter 196: The Deal**Bryan’s POV**Christiana looked at me with the same expression Alejandro had given me, like I was a problem she needed to manage, not the man who had once been her everything.It infuriated me.Her eyes told me to behave. To play small and stay quiet.Me. Bryan Adams.The walls of my chest rattled with anger.“He looks familiar,” Alejandro said suddenly, stepping forward, his polished shoes clicking on the floor. He prowled toward me with the slow confidence of a man who had never once been told no. His eyes dragged up and down my frame, lingering on the dirt smudges on my shirt, the scuffed slippers, the weariness in my stance.“Bryan Adams?”My chin lifted. My jaw tightened. Damn right.“Yeah, that’s right,” I said proudly, letting the name sit heavy in the air. “I am Bryan Adams.”Alejandro’s face shifted. His brows pulled together, his lip curled like I had just spat something foul.“Well,” he said slowly, voice laced with disdain, “I cannot forget the word

Chapter 198: The Love Making**Christiana’s POV**The moment we landed in Texas, I knew what needed to be done first.I took Bryan directly to the hospital. I couldn’t afford to waste another second letting Bella’s poison linger inside him.The doctor we met was a professional whose reputation preceded him, Dr. Whitaker, a neurologist and specialist in trauma-related amnesia. His office was lined with certificates, his glasses perched at the edge of his nose, his eyes sharp with intelligence but softened by compassion.We sat across from him, and I and Bryan told the story from the beginning, how Bella had drugged Bryan with drugs overdose that made him lose his memory and all that.Dr. Whitaker listened without interrupting, his brows furrowed, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. When I finally finished, my throat was raw, and Bryan’s hand was clenched tightly in mine.The doctor adjusted his glasses, exhaled slowly, and turned his gaze to Bryan.“Mr. Adams,” he said, voice grave,

Chapter 200: The Elderly Couple**Christiana’s POV**The road from the cemetery was long and strangely quiet, the kind of silence that felt too heavy to be real. Bryan’s hand rested lightly over mine on my lap, his thumb brushing slowly back and forth. It was his way of saying I’m here, and though my tears had dried on my cheeks, my chest still ached from the storm of crying.The hum of the engine, the steady rhythm of tires against gravel, all of it lulled me into that dazed numbness grief always left behind. My father was gone. Just like that. And though I had cried until my throat burned, the reality hadn’t sunk in completely.I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, letting the landscape roll by in muted greens and browns. My eyes burned, my body felt like it had been wrung out, yet beneath all of it, there was still that spark, that defiance that had carried me through every blow Bella had dealt.“Bryan,” I said quickly, sitting up straight. “Stop the car. Stop!” I