All Chapters of Enemies To Soulmates : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DANNY After I packed my suitcase and left the house, I drove across town to one of my other properties, a penthouse I'd purchased years ago as an investment and barely visited. The place was immaculate in its emptiness. Modern furniture arranged with geometric precision. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city I suddenly felt disconnected from. Everything in its place, nothing out of order. Unlike my life. I dropped the suitcase near the door and found myself standing motionless in the center of the living room, hands buried in my pockets, staring at the polished hardwood beneath my feet. The silence pressed against my eardrums. I started pacing. The rhythm of my footsteps echoed off the bare walls, a metronome counting the seconds I couldn't reclaim. Finally, I pulled out my phone and dialed Simon, my attorney. "Daniel." His voice was cautious, alert despite the late hour. "What's wrong?" "I need divorce papers drafted." The words came out flat, mechanical. "Ton

KELLY Ever since I received those divorce papers, my world had collapsed into a series of terrible routines: staring at my phone, not eating, not sleeping, and slowly losing my mind. I'd sent Danny countless messages over three days. Hundreds, probably. Each one more desperate than the last. "Danny, please" "We need to talk" "I'm sorry" "Please just answer" Nothing. Radio silence. Complete and utter ghosting from my own husband. I called him obsessively. Morning, afternoon, night. Over and over until the repetitive ringing sound became a soundtrack to my misery. On the fourth day, his phone went straight to voicemail. He'd turned it off. "I can't believe it," I muttered, staring at my phone screen. "He finds me such a disturbance that he had to actually turn off his phone. Like I'm some kind of telemarketer. Or his crazy ex. Which I guess I technically am now." I kept trying throughout the entire fourth day. Each time, the same robotic message: The number you h

DANNY I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. My car sped down the highway toward my parents' house. Simon's words kept replaying in my head. "I don't get you, Danny," he'd said on the phone earlier. "You called me at 2 a.m. demanding I draft divorce papers immediately. Now Kelly's signed them, and suddenly you don't want the divorce? Why are you making a fool out of me?" "I never wanted to actually divorce her!" I'd shouted back. "You should have waited!" "Waited?" Simon had laughed bitterly. "You woke me up in the middle of the night. You were furious. You insisted I prepared those papers immediately. I did my job, Danny. Don't blame me for doing exactly what you asked." "The divorce is not happening," I'd told him. "Cancel it. Stop the process. I don't care how." Then I'd hung up. Now I slammed my palm against the steering wheel. "How dare he lecture me?" I muttered. "He should have known I wasn't thinking straight. God, I really messed up." When I

KELLY I walked into the company building feeling exhausted. My body was there, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Part of me felt low. Empty. Like something vital had been carved out of my chest. But another part of me felt relieved. I'd finally signed the divorce papers. I'd finally given up on Danny. It was done. I took a deep breath as I stepped into the elevator. "This is good," I told myself. "This is what you need. To move on." It was going to be tough. I knew that. But tough was exactly what I was supposed to be. Tough was what I'd always been before Danny came along and made me soft. I would get past this. And next time, I would never allow myself to be swayed by unnecessary sweet words that carried no weight. By promises that had no meaning. By the time I reached my floor, I'd convinced myself. I straightened my shoulders and walked to my office. I would get a lot of work done today. It had been a while since I'd traded, and I felt like I'd lost out on ma

KELLYMarilyn nodded slowly. "Right. But what if he denies?""Then you have me. I'm your witness."She shook her head, her expression hopeless. "No one will believe you. You just returned few days ago."I smiled. "Really?"I took out my phone and pulled up the recording I'd started the moment I walked into that disgusting man's office.Because I wasn't born yesterday, and I certainly wasn't stupid enough to confront a predator without backup evidence.I pressed play.His voice came through crystal clear, threatening to fire me, to make my life miserable if I refused to "dance to his tune."Every word. Every threat. Every disgusting implication.Recorded in beautiful high definition audio. Thank you, modern technology.Marilyn's eyes widened as she listened."I do not talk without evidence," I said simply, stopping the recording.Rule number one in business and in life: cover your ass. Always.Marilyn nodded, something like hope flickering in her tired eyes for the first time since I'd