บททั้งหมดของ Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

POV SimonThe rhythmic thrum of the windshield wipers against the glass provided the only metronome for my thoughts as city lights blurred past us in streaks of neon and shadow. Beside me, Amy rested her head against the seat with her eyes closed; her breathing finally steadied after the earthquake we had triggered at the registry office.Watching her profile, intermittently illuminated by the streetlights, I couldn't help but smile. My mind, however, betrayed the present and dragged me back to where everything truly began.It happened on a night as rainy as this one, only a few weeks ago. I was closing the bar, the scent of oak and bourbon still hanging in the air, when the door chime rang. I expected a late-night drunk looking for one last shot, but instead, a hurricane dressed in silk walked in. Amy entered with wet hair clinging to her face, but her eyes… her eyes burned with an electricity I had never seen before.“Simon,” she said, breathles

POV AmyThe Caribbean blue still tinted my dreams when the plane touched down on our city's gray soil. That week had been a silken parenthesis in a life written with thorns. In Simon's arms, under a sun that demanded no explanations and the sound of waves that washed the soul, I almost believed the past was a distant land whose borders had been sealed forever. I was a different woman. I laughed without fear, felt Simon’s touch without jumping, and for the first time, the word “future” didn't make me nauseous.But reality is a merciless mistress who refuses to stay ignored for long.The day after our return, the morning air seemed to carry a metallic foreboding. I was ready. My main suitcases had already arrived at Simon’s apartment, but I needed to return to the mansion. I needed to look into my parents' eyes, feel that the dust had settled, and finally close that door to start my life in a home unhaunted by memories of betrayal.Simon drove with one hand over mine, his thumb stroking

POV AmyThe engine’s roar was the only thing filling the terrifying vacuum inside the vehicle. The headlights seemed to devour the asphalt—an infinite black ribbon leading us away from any trace of civilization, away from any hope of rescue. I stared at Warren’s profile, illuminated only by the ghostly glow of the dashboard. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles looked ready to burst through his skin. He was no longer the polished man I once knew; he was a distorted shadow, a stranger possessed by a silent, absolute fury.My heart hammered against my ribs like a wounded bird trying to escape a cage of bone. Every mile we traveled felt like another nail in my coffin. I glanced at the door handle. My fingers tingled. The idea of throwing myself onto the moving pavement, rolling through the darkness, and risking death against the hard ground seemed preferable to remaining here, trapped in this confined space with my executioner.“Don’t even think about it, Amy,” his voice cu

POV AmyThe air in the police station was thick, saturated with the smell of stale coffee, old paper, and the cold sweat of human despair. I sat on an uncomfortable wooden bench, wrapped in that thermal blanket that felt like tinfoil, feeling every beat of my heart like a hammer blow against the bruised side of my face. The fluorescent light above me flickered with an annoying hum, exposing my vulnerability to anyone who cared to look.I was waiting for Simon. I needed his embrace, his certainty, his scent, and the safety to drive away the chill that had settled in my soul. But fate, in its cruel irony, decided to send me a nightmare before my savior.The sound of the glass doors opening made me jump. My eyes widened, and my breath hitched in my throat.Warren walked into the room. He didn’t look like a man who had just kidnapped and assaulted a woman; he looked like an outraged prince. He was impeccable in his dark suit, though I could see the road dust still clingi

POV ReginaThe night’s silence broke with the muffled sound of Maia’s sobs as she ran inside the mansion, framed by the yellow hall light. I remained there, standing among the shadows of the rosebushes, feeling the icy dawn air against my skin. A smirk of pure derision still played on my lips. Watching Maia crumble was a show that never lost its charm; she was so fragile, so pathetic in her pursuit of a love Warren could never return.“Poor creature,” I whispered into the darkness, adjusting the shawl over my shoulders. “So foolish it hurts to look at her.”I was about to go inside, satisfied with the venom I had just poured out, when a noise from the side of the house froze me. It was a heavy sound, something between a stumble and a thud against the stone wall. My heart raced for an instant. Warren had already left, and the guards should have been at the gates.I approached cautiously, circling the perfectly pruned shrubs. The smell hit me before I could even see anything. It was a n