All Chapters of MY CRUEL HUSBAND : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CLING TO ANOTHER HOPEAnne's POVI read the message once. Then again.And a third time—slowly, deliberately, as though the meaning might change if I lingered on it long enough.I know you have suffered heartbreak and betrayal from a past marriage and relationship, but I promise to keep you and marry you. I love you with all my heart, and I won’t betray you. I give you my assurance. Even if you don’t trust me yet, give me a chance to prove it.My chest rose with a deep inhale that felt heavier than it should have been.This is how it always starts, a voice inside me whispered.Give me a chance. Trust me. I’m not like the others.I closed my eyes briefly, the kitchen light blurring behind my lashes.“This is how they begin,” I murmured to the empty room. “With promises. With certainty. Until everything collapses.”Yet even as the words left my mouth, they didn’t feel solid enough to hold me in place.I set the phone face-down on the counter and turned back to the stove, forcing myself in

I CAUGHT HERMichael’s POVI didn’t know that a life could fracture in a single night.When I pulled into the driveway, the mansion stood the way it always did—tall, immaculate, quiet. The kind of quiet that used to mean peace. I turned off the engine and sat there longer than necessary, my forehead resting briefly against the steering wheel. Work had drained me. Meetings, contracts, decisions that never seemed to end. All I wanted was rest. Home.I drove inside the open space in front of my mansion, stepped out gently because I can't even rush out. I was exhausted.I stepped inside, loosening my tie as the door shut behind me.The living room lights were low. Too low. The house felt… off. Not silent—just unnaturally still, as if it were holding its breath.Then I heard it. A sound drifted down from upstairs.At first, I convinced myself it was nothing. The air conditioner. A television left on. But the sound came again—soft, breathy, unmistakably human. My stomach tightened.I stood

I AM COOKED!Michael's POV I went upstairs like a man walking toward his own execution.The bedroom door creaked as I pushed it open, and the familiar scent of the room—our room—hit me with cruel force. Everything looked the same. The bed. The curtains. The framed wedding photo on the wall, smiling lies frozen in time. My legs gave way.I sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, head bowed. For the first time in years, I couldn’t think straight. My thoughts collided, shattered, refused to form sense. The rage that had carried me moments ago drained away, leaving something far worse behind which is pain.A hot sting burned behind my eyes. I clenched my jaw, determined not to break. But betrayal has a way of humiliating even the strongest resolve. A tear slipped free. Then another.I laughed once—short, broken. Look at you, Michael, betrayed, foole, reduced to tears by a woman you trusted with your name, your home, your future.I had given up everything for her. Everything!A

GREEDY ACQUISITION Michael's POV I don’t know how long I lay there on the cold floor, surrounded by the wreckage of my own decisions. Time lost its meaning. Regret has a way of suspending the world, trapping you in a single moment that keeps replaying itself without mercy. Eventually, my body gave in to exhaustion before my mind did. I dragged myself to the bedroom like a wounded animal seeking shelter. The bed—once a place of comfort—felt foreign. Her scent still lingered faintly on the sheets, mocking me. I didn’t bother changing. I didn’t bother thinking. I lay there fully clothed, staring into the darkness, my chest aching with a pain no medicine could cure. Sleep came, but it wasn’t rest. It was heavy and suffocating. Filled with fragments of memories—Anne’s laughter, Evie’s lies, Greg’s name echoing like a curse. I tossed and turned, my heart racing even in unconsciousness, as if my soul refused to rest knowing what awaited me. Morning arrived without mercy. The alarm r

PAIN THAT LINGERAnne’s POV.Eleanor’s lips trembled before she nodded.“Yes,” she whispered. “I aborted five pregnancies. Five. For him.”The words landed fully this time, not as sound, but as weight—crushing, unforgiving. My chest convulsed, and before I could stop myself, a broken sob tore out of me. I pressed my hand to my mouth, but the pain spilled anyway, hot and relentless.“Oh God…” I cried. “Oh God, my baby…”All the nights I had blamed myself. All the mornings I woke up hollow, convinced my body had failed me. All the silent prayers that had gone unanswered.It wasn’t my body. It was him. Crystal.“That evil man,” I said through tears, my voice shaking with fury. “That heartless, calculated, wicked man. He looked at me and smiled. He touched my hands. He slept beside me knowing he had already decided to kill my child.”My shoulders shook violently now. “He used medicine—the very thing meant to heal—to destroy me. What kind of monster does that?”Eleanor dropped to her knees