บททั้งหมดของ I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

**Chloe’s POV** The drive back to home felt endless, the road stretching out like a black ribbon under the headlights, twisting and turning through the quiet stretches of highway that separated the woods from the glittering skyline. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, the leather creaking under my fingers with every small adjustment. Adele’s voice filled the car...soft, aching, pouring through the speakers like she was singing directly into the hollow space inside my chest. “Someone Like You” had come on two songs ago, and I hadn’t had the strength to change it. Now the lyrics wrapped around me like barbed wire, each line pulling tighter, reminding me of everything I’d ruined. It’s all my fault. The thought looped in my head, relentless, drowning out the hum of the engine. Isabella’s face kept flashing behind my eyes, it was pale, tear-streaked, bruises blooming like dark flowers across her collarbone and wrists. The way her sweater had hung in s

**Davis’s POV** The drive back from the hospital was suffocating in its silence. The city lights streaked past the windows in long golden smears, but inside the car it felt like we were moving through water...thick, slow, every breath heavy with everything no one was saying. Isabella sat in the back seat, curled against the door, her knees drawn up, staring out at the passing buildings without really seeing them. Her face was pale under the intermittent glow of street lamps, the bruises on her neck and wrists standing out like dark accusations against her skin. Lucian drove with both hands locked on the wheel, his jaw set so tight I could see the muscle jump every few seconds. He hadn’t spoken since we left the parking lot. Not one word. I kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror, then at her. The tension between them was a living thing—sharp, electric, ready to snap. Every time she shifted, he stiffened like he was bracing for impact. Every time he exhaled too sharply, she f

**Sarah’s POV** For the past four days the office had felt like walking through fog. Every morning I told myself today would be different...I’d say something normal when Lena passed my desk, maybe crack a joke about the ancient coffee machine or ask if she’d seen the new client brief. Every morning I opened my mouth and nothing came out. She floated by like a ghost in her usual white blouse and navy trousers, her head down, earbuds in, giving me the barest nod if our eyes happened to meet. No teasing smile. No quick “morning, trouble” tossed over her shoulder. Just silence that grew louder with every passing hour. I hated it. I hated that I’d caused it. I hated that part of me...the loud, scared part still whispered *good, keep the distance* whenever I caught myself staring at the curve of her neck when she bent over a spreadsheet or the way her fingers flew across the keyboard like they were playing piano. That same part kept replaying the awful things I’d said in my apartm

**Chloe’s POV** My eyelids felt like they’d been glued shut with concrete. Every time I tried to force them open, a dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my forehead, spreading down the left side of my face like someone had taken a hammer to my skull and missed the nail. I finally managed to crack them apart just enough to let in a sliver of harsh white light that stabbed straight through to the back of my brain. I groaned lowly, involuntary and immediately regretted it. The sound scraped my throat raw, like I’d swallowed broken glass. Hospital. The smell hit me next....antiseptic so sharp it made my eyes water, overlaid with that faint, metallic undertone of blood and plastic tubing. Beeping machines somewhere close. A low murmur of voices down the hall. The thin, scratchy blanket over my legs. The IV line taped to the back of my right hand, cold fluid dripping steadily into my vein. I tried to lift my left arm to rub my face and nothing happened. Panic flickered quickly, it was

**Lena’s POV** The knock came again...three sharp raps that sounded like gunshots in the tiled silence. We both froze mid-breath because we were both caught up in the tension. “Shit,” Sarah hissed, already scrambling. I snatched my bra off the sink, yanked it on with shaking hands, I missed the clasp twice before swearing under my breath and twisting it around. I lunged for my shirt, pulling it over my head so fast the tag caught in my hair. We were both breathing like we’d sprinted a mile, our eyes darting between each other and the door. Another knock came banging louder, more impatient. “Coming!” Sarah called, her voice cracking on the second syllable. She shot me a wild look, it was mixed with half panic and half *oh my God we’re so fucked*. She paused and then ran to the door. I followed two steps behind, zipping my jeans and using my finger to comb my hair, trying to look like I hadn’t just had my mouth between her thighs five minutes ago. Sarah cracked the door an inch,