Semua Bab Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AmyBeforeI grabbed the sheet, startled, as if everything was just a nightmare. I looked at the gray walls in front of me and realized it was real. Not only that, but I had slept at Simon’s house, in his bed.When I turned my neck, I glimpsed his face, so calm, with his eyes closed. I imagined myself running my fingers over his stubble. I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss his lips until I realized that me still being here was a mistake.I crept out of bed, my chest rapidly pounding as if it were about to explode. I tried to make the least noise possible so as not to wake him. I grabbed my bag from the chair and looked at Simon one last time.His hair was messy, falling over his forehead. His chest moved slowly, rising and falling; the bedsheet was disarranged. It was a pity I hadn’t messed it up in another way. I had simply lain down next to him and fallen asleep, even though my body begged to be touched.Simon was under the effects of medication, and no matter how much he wanted, no

AmyI just wanted to disappear. My face certainly gave away the immense shame I felt at Warren’s words. He had never said anything like that during our ten years of marriage. After we married, I became something despicable to him.Warren played the role of the man in love excellently, but I did not believe him. I immediately turned my back because I felt I would laugh at any moment. What he was saying was ridiculous and funny at the same time. A wave of scorn rose in my throat.“Did you hear what I said, Amy?” he repeated as I felt his hands touch my shoulder. I inevitably felt repulsed and moved away. His touch burned my skin.I turned to look at him. Warren remained standing, watching everything unfold while I could not answer him. I tried to smile, knowing I needed to maintain the role of the bride in love, but I shuddered when Warren leaned in and kissed my lips.“You have changed a lot, Warren,” I whispered, his eyes fixed on me. “I have never heard you say you love me. What happ

NoraI really was wasting my precious life on such a frigid and arrogant man. Warren had already hooked a poor woman—Amy—who, foolishly, believed his lies and his crude, broken-refrigerator personality.I intended, yes, to tell Amy the truth, even if the shame consumed me for having maintained a case for long years with a committed man. But Warren arrived in time to stop me. He knew me so well that he sensed my darkest intentions, and, to ensure the safety of his secret, he laid me off. He summarily discarded me!I never intended to abort this child. Not only that, but I ardently desired to ruin Warren’s marriage to Amy because I loved him madly, with a sick passion. But if Warren was not willing to negotiate with me, then I would play dirty. I would destroy his life before he had the chance to do that to me.I started emptying my desk, while my eyes, fixed, remained on the closed office door, questioning what new and cruel lie Warren would tell Amy this time.The reception was vibran

POV AmyThe week following Nora’s accident dragged itself like a damp, heavy, and suffocating blanket, smothering every breath I took. The smell of burnt rubber and blood, which had impregnated my nostrils the moment of impact, had not disappeared. It became the persistent aroma of a guilt that was not mine.The days were indistinguishable, marked only by the constant feeling of emptiness in my stomach and the incessant noise of my thoughts. I tried to resume my routine—solving my future’s problems, answering emails, and having lunch at my usual spot—but it was impossible. Every face I encountered on the street whispered my name. Every look blamed me. I became a suspect of attempting to murder Nora, allegedly resorting to a desperate act of violence to take revenge.The police had been… attentive. Too attentive. They did not formally accuse me, but the questions were repetitive, and the implication was always there, hanging in the cold air of the precinct: they considered me the prime

The smell of antiseptic and bleach lingered on my clothes as I walked hastily along the sidewalk. The midday sun was strong, but I felt an unusual chill, a shiver that came from within, not from the ambient temperature. I had just left the hospital, but the truth I carried weighed more than any accident. The discoveries about Nora’s pregnancy, about Warren, and about the accident were a burden I needed to process in silence.I drove without paying much attention until I stopped in front of a bistro restaurant I barely remembered having frequented. I needed food, but mainly a refuge. Not only that, but I went in and asked for a table in the corner, away from the hustle, where the large windows allowed me to observe the movement outside without being disturbed. I ordered a simple dish and a glass of ice water, hoping that the basic routine could somewhat anchor the storm of emotions I was feeling.While I waited, my hands trembled slightly. I rested them on the linen napkin and forced m