All Chapters of Married To My Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Claire’s POV"Because I liked you" The words came out louder than I meant them to, echoing off his trashed walls "I was attracted to you. Once." I made myself add the rest before I could chicken out "Before things got complicated with Grey"His face just dropped. Completely blank, like I'd short-circuited something in his brain. I almost felt bad watching it happen. Almost."Why'd you stop?" he asked, and then, before I could even answer, he kept going, faster now, like the words were tripping over themselves to get out. "You don't have to worry about Grey. You could divorce him."God. I saw it on his face right then…that flicker, that little spark of hope lighting up behind his eyes, like he actually thought this was it, like he actually thought I came here to hand him some kind of future with me in it. And I hated that I was about to have to stomp that out. But I wasn't gonna lie to him. Not about this."The feeling died, Felix," I said, as gently as I could manage while still being

Grey’s POVGot home late. Real late.. the kind of late where the house goes quiet in that specific way it only does after midnight, every hallway dim, every sound louder than it should be. Leah was still asleep, or I figured she was, so I kept my steps light walking into the bedroom, careful with the door, careful setting the evidence box down in my drawer and locking it up tight before I let myself relax even an inch.Then i headed straight to the shower.I stood under the water longer than I needed to, just letting it run hot over my shoulders while my brain refused to shut the hell up. One month. One goddamn month, and look at everything that's piled up, a lot has been going on recently and i literally didn’t know which to even start with. Somebody tried to kill Leah at her own inauguration and I still don't have a single solid lead, those drives are sitting in some data recovery lab right now doing absolutely nothing useful, and every day that passes without a call back makes me m

Grey’s POVThe whole drive to the hospital, my brain wouldn't shut up.Truck comes out of nowhere, slams into Felix's car with enough force to put him under the knife for brain surgery, and then just vanishes. No trace, no plates that lead anywhere, nothing. That's not an accident. Accidents are messy, random, stupid timing gone wrong. This had precision written all over it. Somebody planned this. It seemed way to convenient for anyone to actually believe this, Felix was never particularly a cautious driver, he had in been involved in several car accidents but none of them has been this fatal, after seeing the footage, i am convinced that the driver had hit him on purpose, and the fact that his truck had no license plate and disappeared all of a sudden is all i needed to know. The driver is definitely a hitman hired to kill him.Only problem is, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why anyone would want to kill him. Felix doesn't have shares. Doesn't have a seat on the board, does

Grey’s POV"Hey man" Gideon said, stepping aside to let me in. "It's been a minute.""Yeah" I said walking past him into the apartment. "Maybe even two."His hand went straight to the back of his neck, that awkward little tell people do when they're scrambling for something to say. "Life just got busy, you know how it is."I let my eyes drift over to him, slow, deliberate. "That's all it is? Just busy?" I paused, let it hang there a second. "Because for a minute I almost thought you were fucking your friend's mom. Not that I give a shit either way but just saying, that'd be pretty fucking disgusting"He didn't answer that one. Just swallowed hard and looked somewhere that wasn't my face.I noticed his eyes kept flicking down to the recorder in my hand. Every few seconds, like he couldn't help himself. Made me think he was already running calculations in that head of his, trying to figure out some angle, some move that got him out of this clean."Don't try anything stupid," I said flat

Hannah’s POV"What happened?" I asked, standing there in the doorway with a poisoned glass of wine still in my hand staring at my best friend bleeding out on the floorAlto was spiralling, hands shaking, blood already drying on them. "I swear, it wasn't intentional. We got into an argument, I pushed her, and she… she hit her head on the table. That's it, that's all that happened, I swear to God"I turned to leave. Whatever I'd walked into, it wasn't mine to clean up, and every instinct in my body said get out, get out now.He grabbed my arm before I made it two steps. "Don't tell anyone," he said, voice cracking. "Please. Nobody can know about this."I hesitated, but something kept me rooted there instead of bolting like I should have."Is she alive?" I asked."I don't know," he said, panic written all over him.I crouched down beside her, pressed my fingers to her wrist, checked for a pulse.Nothing."She's dead" I said flatHe grabbed for his phone right then, already dialling, mumb