All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ARROGANT ENEMY: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ENID'S POVThe silence stretched between us, warm and heavy with the weight of his confession.“I actually knew when they got married,” he said again, his voice softer now, the duvet wrapped loosely around his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.The puzzle pieces I’d been forcing together for years finally clicked into a horrifying, coherent picture. My breath hitched. “You knew about their wedding? You were there?”He gave a single, slow nod. “Yes. I was present. So…”“So your parents had you before they got married?” The question felt dangerous, like poking at a sleeping beast.Another nod. His intense eyes were shadowed, fixed on a point on the carpet. “My mom got pregnant in high school. She had the baby out of wedlock.”Out of wedlock?The old-fashioned term sounded so clinical, so stark. It didn’t fit the vibrant, polished woman I knew. A cold suspicion began to coil in my gut. “Do you have any pictures?” I asked, keeping my tone deliberately light, curious. “Any album from

ENID'S POV The city registry office was a study in muted tones, grey marble, beige walls, soft fluorescent light. It felt nothing like a wedding should, and yet, for us, it was perfect.It's anonymous, quiet, and Ours.Only a handful of people occupied the vinyl bench seats behind the simple wooden desk. My lawyers, were dressed in sharp suits, acting as legal witnesses. That was it, no family, no friends. Just the necessary legalities and the vast, silent understanding between the man standing beside me and myself.Alex looked… breathtaking. He wore a simple, well-cut navy suit that emphasized the lean strength of his shoulders, the narrow taper of his waist. His jaw was set, but I could see the fine tremor in his hands where they hung at his sides. The morning light from a high window caught the anxiety in his beautiful, intense eyes.The clerk, a bored-looking man with a monotone voice, droned on about the Marriage Act. I barely heard him, because my focus was entirely on Alex. H

ALEXANDER'S POVDad sat back down heavily in the dining chair, the wood creaking under him as if it carried the weight of everything he was about to say. His hands rested on the table, fingers laced tight together, knuckles white. He looked at me, really looked and I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the fear of hurting me more than I already had been."Actually," he started, voice low and unsteady, "your mom wasn't the person I… I first met." He stuttered over the words, glancing away as if saying them out loud made them more real, more painful. He was trying so hard not to make me feel worse, but what he didn’t understand what I couldn’t explain in that moment, was that I didn’t care about Rosa anymore. I didn't care about my mom anymore. Not like that.The woman who’d raised me had become a stranger the second I saw her with Raymond. Whatever love or loyalty I’d once felt had burned away."Dad, listen," I said quietly, leaning forward so he had to meet my gaze. "I want you to

ALEXANDER'S POV NEXT MORNING Enid and I headed back to Dad's estate because we had no choice. Even after my tense encounter with Rosa yesterday she still hadn't shown up at home to face the man she'd betrayed. No calls returned no explanations offered. Instead of coming clean she kept bombarding my phone with texts—but not the manipulative ones anymore. These were straight-up threats laced with desperation."ALEX IF YOU TELL HIM EVERYTHING YOU'LL REGRET IT." "WE CAN STILL FIX THIS BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.""DON'T MAKE ME DO SOMETHING WE'LL BOTH HATE."We pulled up to the estate gates and this time the security waved us through without questions—we had an access pass now. No more scrutiny. Enid parked smoothly and we stepped out the morning air crisp against my skin. We hadn't told Dad we were coming but something pulled us here—the unfinished weight of it all.We walked inside the house quiet except for the distant hum of staff moving about. Dad wasn't in the living room or his stu

ALEXANDER'S POVThe sterile chemical smell of the hospital corridor wrapped around me refusing to let go.Time had melted into nothing more than the relentless beep-beep-beep of a heart monitor drifting from somewhere down the hall. The surgery doors stayed shut a blank white wall that judged me every time I stared at them. My father’s arms were the only solid thing keeping me from shattering completely on the cold tile floor. My hands were still streaked with rust-brown blood—Enid’s blood, which had dried and flaking under my nails no matter how hard I rubbed them against my jeans.“He’s strong Alex,” Dad whispered for what felt like the hundredth time his voice rough around the edges like he was trying to convince himself too. “He’ll pull through.”I could only nod my throat too raw too tight to form words. The image kept replaying behind my eyes—Enid’s body jerking with each impact the warm flood of his life soaking through my fingers his weak crooked smile even as pain carved lin