All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Murderer

Chapter 81: Murderer **Christiana’s POV** The house continued drowning in mourning. “Bryan,” I said softly, almost in a whisper, “maybe you should lie down for a while. Just a little time away from everyone.” I walked beside him, close enough that my arm brushed his sleeve, close enough that if he faltered, I could catch him. The climb up the stairs felt endless, each step echoing with the quiet sobs of the staff below, with Bella’s false voice weaving its way through condolences, too loud, too practiced. At the top, I touched his arm gently. “Go. Rest. I’ll take care of things down here.” He turned to me then, his eyes red-rimmed but so full of something raw it made my throat tighten. “Christiana…” The way he said my name nearly broke me. I wanted to hold him again, to shield him from everything and everyone, but I forced myself to step back. This wasn’t the moment to lose more control. I stayed close to him as he made his way up the grand staircase, his steps slow, uneven.

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

Chapter 82: Kill?

Chapter 82: Kill?**Christiana’s POV** The kitchen tilted, spinning around me. My knees nearly buckled under the weight of the words. Her words rang in my ears, louder than the frantic rasp of my own breath. The same way I killed his mother? No. No, it couldn’t be true. Diane Adams had died in an accident. A horrible, bloody tragedy, yes, but still an accident. Hadn’t she? I stared up at Bella through wide, panicked eyes, searching her expression for a lie, for a tell, for anything that would prove this was another one of her cruel games. But there was nothing, no smirk, no mocking laugh. Only cold certainty staring back at me. She had killed Diane and now she was threatening me. My chest heaved, each breath scraping down my throat like glass. For the first time since I had set my sights on Bella Calamida, since I had sworn to destroy her, I felt fear. Real, bone-deep fear “You… killed her?” The words came out cracked, broken, more like a child’s whimper than a challenge. For

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

Chapter 83: Vulnerable

Chapter 83: Vulnerable **Tony’s POV** Christiana’s call had come to me like a cry through a storm, it was raw, piercing, impossible to ignore. The first time she rang, she hadn’t even spoken. Just silence broken by the sound of her sobbing. Each breathless hitch in her throat came through the line like it was happening in my own chest. And God help me, I cherished it, not her pain, the fact that in her darkest moment, she had chosen me. Me, not Bryan. I guess she didn’t call him because he was mourning, but I still feel good that she called me. She must not have noticed I had picked, then she hung up. I stood in the middle of my room, pacing tight circles like a caged animal, staring at my phone as if I could will it to ring again. Every second dragged sharp across my nerves. I was ready to drop everything for the smallest chance to be near her. And then, like an answered prayer, her name lit up my screen. Her voice was shaky, stretched thin, trembling on the edge of breaking.

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

Chapter 84: Memories

Chapter 84: Memories**Tony’s POV**As the road stretched ahead, memories flooded in. I remembered the first time I saw her, years ago, when we were young, she had just returned from Chicago and wouldn’t stop talking about her ‘Bee’ that she was waiting for to come find her and marry her, I guess the fact that she was waiting for another man while I was there made me yearn more for her. Christiana Salazar, fiery, untouchable, already a queen in the making. I had wanted her so badly it burned. But I didn’t say it because I had been too afraid of ruining the bond we already had, too afraid that if I reached for more, I’d lose the little I had. So I told myself to wait and give her time. To let her take her throne first, let her secure her place in the Salazar empire, and then, then I would ask her to marry me. Then I would finally tell her that I had loved her from the beginning. But I had waited too long. I hadn’t seen Bryan coming. I hadn’t realized that while I stood back, playin

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

Chapter 85: Grief

Chapter 85: Grief **Bryan’s POV** I woke up with a name on my lips. “Christiana…” It slipped out like a prayer, soft and fragile, carried on the thin breath of dawn. The sound startled me awake, dragging me from the haze of sleep into the stillness of the early morning. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had truly spoken, or if it had only been the echo of my dream. But then I felt the warmth lingering in my chest, the ghost of her touch still pressed against me, the memory of how she had held me when I had nothing left to hold on to. Her shoulder were damp from my tears. Her steady arms, refusing to let me fall apart alone. Her silence was so different from the world’s noise, reminding me that I wasn’t lost. She had been my anchor. My only reprieve from the storm and even in sleep, she had followed me here. Christiana. A rustle beside me broke the fragile quiet, I turned my head and saw Bella lying propped on one elbow. Her face was pale in the morning light but her eyes were

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

Chapter 86: Sick

Chapter 86: Sick **Tony’s POV** The fluorescent lights in the hospital waiting room buzzed faintly above me, but I barely heard them. Their hum was constant, oppressive, as though the entire building was alive with some restless energy that wouldn’t let me sit still. My eyes were fixed on the double doors at the end of the hall, the same doors they had wheeled her through minutes ago. Minutes that felt like years. My leg bounced uncontrollably, my hands clenching and unclenching against my knees. I had never been this restless, this helpless. The feeling gnawed at me like a beast in my chest, and no amount of pacing, no amount of whispered prayers under my breath, could make it stop. Christiana had always been strong and fierce. I had been terrified, terrified of losing her before I even got the chance to tell her what she truly meant to me. When the doors finally swung open, and the doctor emerged with his white coat crisp and clipboard in hand. I shot to my feet so fast the ch

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

Chapter 87: In a mess

Chapter 87: In a mess **Bryan’s POV** Her sobs were too loud for the room, loud enough to rattle the walls, to chase the silence from the house like an unholy hymn of grief. The air was heavy, suffocating, as if sorrow itself had soaked into the plaster and wood. Downstairs, I heard Maria’s cry. It was ragged from the throat of a woman who had given years of service to this house, who had become part of its fabric. That sound… it cut deeper than Bella’s sobs. Maria’s cry was real. That sound lodged in my chest, cold and sharp. It sent a chill crawling down my spine, and with it came another crash of reality. My mother is really dead. The thought refused to soften, no matter how I turned it over, it scraped like glass against my mind. My mother was gone, and with her went the last fragile thread tethering me to a childhood that had already been fractured. Now, I was truly alone. An orphan. My thoughts drifted to Pascal. My older stepbrother. He had always been distant, a ghost at

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

Chapter 88: Crocodile Tears

Chapter 88: Crocodile Tears**Bryan’s POV** Her tears were gone now, burned away by something darker. What remained in her eyes was hate. Pure, unfiltered hate that curled her lips and lit her gaze with venom. Hate that reached deeper than jealousy, deeper than fear. It lived in her bones, in the marrow, twisting every breath she took. She hated Christiana not just for existing, but for existing as the one thing Bella could never replace, the one thing she could never counterfeit. Her fists clenched tight enough that her knuckles whitened, her chest heaving with every broken inhale. “Why does it always have to be her?” she spat, her voice dropping to a hiss. “Why her, Bryan? Why not me?” The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with her fury, the grief I carried pressed beneath its weight. I stood frozen, caught between mourning my mother and the dawning horror of what Bella truly was. Her eyes locked on mine then, glittering, unblinking, brimming with rage and desperat

Last Updated : 2025-09-10

Chapter 89: Say Something

Chapter 89: Say Something **Tony’s POV**I despised the smell of antiseptic more than ever now because of the hurt burning in my chest. The walls of the hospital pressed in around me like they were holding me prisoner, mocking me with their stillness. I was now sitting in the room Christiana was admitted to. Machines beeped softly in the background, a steady, rhythmic reminder that she was alive, that she was here. I hated how vulnerable she looked. No wonder her skin glowed the way it did, pregnancy glow. She was asleep still, her face turned slightly toward the window where a thin strip of sunlight cut across her blanket like a delicate thread. Even in rest, she looked troubled. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line as though her dreams weren’t any gentler than her waking hours. And yet she was beautiful. Beautiful in that effortless, maddening way she had always been. Beautiful even now, pale from exhaustion, her hair a tangled mess against the pillow. Sh

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Chapter 90: Ridiculous Tony

Chapter 90: Ridiculous Tony**Tony’s POVI could see the extreme shock in her face when I said that. For a moment, she just stared at me like I had spoken another language. “Tony…” she whispered finally, her voice trembling. “You can’t mean that.” “I mean it Chrsity, you have to let me adopt the child as mine” Her mouth fell open, stunned. For a moment, she just stared at me, as though the words hadn’t made sense. Then she shook her head quickly, almost violently, her messy hair brushing her cheeks. “Tony, what? Why would I do that?” “You have to.” My voice cracked, then hardened. “How do you want to carry another woman’s husband’s child?” My tone came out sharper than I intended, the bitterness spilling before I could cage it. “You shouldn’t carry that shame” Her face twisted, a trail of guilt flickering in her eyes. She pressed a trembling hand to her stomach as though she could shield the life inside from my words. “I can’t… I can’t let people think you are the father.” Her v

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

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