All Chapters of After Rebirth, I Married My Ex-husband's Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**CALISTA**"No." I shook my head so hard my vision blurred. “He will protect you—”"You do not get to send me away and call it PROTECTION!”“Because I cannot protect you in prison!” His voice rose, then he glanced over his shoulder again, “Jesus Christ, baby…this will not take a day? Two days?” But his voice trembled as he said those words, and I tasted his disbelief on my tongue, felt it settle in my chest like charred hope. I bit down on my lower lip, swallowing hard to fight the blur in my vision.“You do not even believe your own words…you just want to toss yourself into the eye of the storm. You are not a saviour, Atlas.”“What I am right now, is a wanted man. And I will not drag you down with me. Come,” he reached for me, and I felt his icy fingers graze my arm as I peeled away from him.“I do not want to go with Ledger…” my teeth rattled, “I do not want to go anywhere.” I want to stay here with you. Fight with you. But I saw from the set of his jaw that this was useless. H

**MERRICK**The first thing I learned after losing everything was that people become remarkably predictable when they think they've won.Like the glint in Atlas's eyes when he placed his arm around Calista as if she belonged to him, or the shimmer in Astrid's smile when I asked her to plunge a knife into my arm. She did not expect the blood to flow so much. She sure as hell had no prior knowledge on how to stab another human being, so the knife went into my artery, and I died. For two whole minutes, they said. Now I was hooked up to a blood bag the size of a heart, taking blood like I couldn't make some of my own without help. Next time, I would just do the stabbing myself. Suffice it to say that Astrid got a little…emotional after our last spat and wanted me dead by all means.But she was a smart woman, I’d give her that. It was her idea to frame Atlas in the first place. The stabbing was mint, after she suggested pushing me down the stairs. I would not go out like my mother did

**ATLAS**The funny thing about this monster was that he looked remarkably human when he was scared, like a trapped animal gnawing at its cage and bleeding at the teeth.This monster was attached to a blood bag tucked carefully at his side. Sweat formed a map on his eyebrows when they pulled together in a shaky frown.“Let me guess,” his voice rattled from the back, “... Astrid has the hots for you too?” My teeth gritted so hard that my jaw ached, and I swallowed my response. It did not matter what he thought or what he said. I had him. I finally had him, and now what?For years, I had dreamed of what I would do when Merrick Fairfax finally belonged to me. I did not expect him to look so pathetic. “You know,” he continued, leaning back, “it was quite obvious…your alliance with Astrid. What? You couldn't fool me, so you went for the next best thing?”I did not. As a matter of fact, if anyone had told me that I would have Merrick in my possession like this, I would have just stared i

**ATLAS**The last thing I remembered was Lily's boot crashing into my face. The next thing I knew, the earth was moving beneath me.I let out a soft groan, feeling the ground scrape against my back in uneven jerks. Gravel bit into my arms, and I gritted my teeth until it ached. Somewhere above me, boots crunched through damp grass, steady and unhurried, as if whoever was dragging me had all the time in the world.My toes curled to find my balance as my eyes flickered open to catch the night sky blurring across my vision. I cursed through the copper building in my mouth, nerves screaming with the grass raking through my skin.Only when I felt the gust of wind on my calves did I realize that I was naked from my head to my toes, save for my underwear clinging tightly to my waist. “Wait…” I grunted, tugging down my arms and failing. I tasted the green of the grass, the sandy earth, felt the twinge and burn of ants picking at my skin, but each time I tried to pull down my hands, a lou

**CALISTA**The first thing I realized when I woke up was that my body was on a cold marble floor.The second thing was that my heart kept trying to claw its way out of my chest and the trembling in my hands did not stop with any amount of deep breathing.My head lifted off the floor, and I blinked through the hair sticking to my face. It took a long moment—no—an eternity to find my bearings. I pushed up to a sitting position, watching my skirt form a haphazard circle around me. I plucked my hair from my face, flinching as my icy fingertips brushed against my cheek. The smell of squeezed lemons filled my nose, grounding me as my eyes settled on deep brown sofas, a white oak coffee table, a rug so white that it blended into the tiles, and a fireplace which sat at the far end of the wall, cold and untouched.This was way too modern for my Atlas, the man who loved stony floors and sculptures and brick walls…the man I would have married. Silence pressed down on my eardrums, and I just