IN LOVE WITH HIS ENEMY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Eliza's POV The stick in my hand stayed cruelly single-lined. Negative. Again.I stared at it longer than I should have, waiting for that faint second line to appear like it sometimes did in my dreams. Nothing. Just one lonely blue mark mocking me from the bathroom counter. I had done this same thing every single month for three years. Same brand, same time of day, same hope that crashed the same way.Three years of marriage. No baby. No bump. No tiny kicks. Nothing to hold, nothing to show anyone. People at parties asked the usual questions with those pity smiles, and I learned to laugh it off. "We're enjoying just us for now," I'd say. Lies. All lies.I used to cry after these tests. The first year, tears came fast and hot. The second year, they were quieter. This time? Nothing. My eyes stayed dry. Maybe I had finally run out of tears, or maybe the hurt had turned into something harder, something cold that sat heavy in my chest.I heard Scott's shoes on the marble floor. He was com

Eliza's POV The car smelled of clean leather and faint cedar. I sat in the back seat shaking so hard my teeth clicked together. Tears dried sticky on my cheeks. Adam didn’t say a word. No “it’s going to be okay.” No hand on my shoulder. He just reached into the center console, pulled out a small bottle of water, and a folded white linen handkerchief. He placed them on the seat between us without looking at me. Then he turned his head to the window, giving me the back of his dark hair and the line of his jaw. That silence felt bigger than any comfort he could have offered. It made my skin prickle.We didn’t go to a hotel. The car turned off the main road, slid through quiet streets lined with tall gates and low lights. It stopped in front of a plain gray building—no sign, no doorman, just a black metal door that opened when Adam pressed a fob. Inside the elevator smelled new, like fresh paint. He punched in a code. The doors closed. We rose.The apartment was small, clean, expensive i

Eliza's POV I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall. Scott stumbled back a step. His face was pale under the hallway light. “Eliza, wait—”I didn’t wait. I pushed past him, shoulder hitting his chest. My heels clicked fast down the stairs. He followed, calling my name, voice cracking. I burst out the side door into the street. Cold air slapped my face. Streetlights buzzed overhead, turning everything yellow and sharp.I spun around. He was right behind me, coat open, breath coming in short bursts.“The accident,” I said. My voice came out low, steady. “The day we met. The rainy night. The car crash. Tell me the truth right now, Scott. Or I call the police. I call the press. I bury you in lawsuits you can’t even imagine.”He stopped. Looked at me like I had slapped him. For a long second he didn’t speak. Then his shoulders dropped. The fight went out of him like air from a cut tire.He leaned against the brick wall. Rubbed his face with both hands. “Okay,” he whisper

Eliza's POVLara Chen didn't look like a dragon slayer.She looked like someone's favorite aunt—soft curves, silver-streaked hair pulled into a loose bun, reading glasses perched on her nose. She wore a cardigan the color of oatmeal and held a porcelain teacup with both hands. Her office smelled like lavender.I'd done my research. Lara had taken down a sitting senator accused of harassment (he resigned), saved a tech CEO from cancel culture (she's still running her company), and turned a disgraced actress into a human rights advocate (Oscar nomination pending). She didn't fight dirty. She fought smart.And she'd agreed to meet me in person, no questions asked, within four hours of my call."You're smaller than I expected," she said by way of greeting."I'm told that's a disadvantage.""It's not." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Small things are harder to hit. Sit."I sat.She studied me ove

Eliza's POV My phone buzzed.I glanced down. Unknown number. No preview visible. I swiped it open.Scott's accident wasn't the only one. Want to know about your father?The world stopped.I stared at the words. Read them three times. Four. They didn't change.Want to know about your father?My hand tightened on the phone.Adam noticed. "What?"I couldn't speak. Just turned the screen toward him.He read it. His face went still in a way I hadn't seen before—not calm, but frozen. Processing."Trace it," I managed."I'll try." He took the phone. Pulled out his own. Started typing. "But if they're smart—""They're smart." My voice came from somewhere far away. "They knew to text now. After the board meeting. After Scott's humiliation. After—"I stopped.After they'd watched me destroy him.They were watching. Someone was watching everything.