Semua Bab Married To My Enemy: Bab 61 - Bab 67

Claire’s POV"I want a divorce," I said.The room went dead silent after that. Grey just stared at me, this look on his face like he was praying he'd somehow misheard."You want... what?" he said, voice barely above a whisper.I didn't repeat myself. Just walked over to the nightstand, grabbed the papers I'd left sitting there earlier and handed them to him.He took them slowly while i watched his eyes move across the page, watched his hands start to tremble the further down he read.He looked up at me. "Wh… why do you want a divorce? What did I do wrong?"The stammer in his voice nearly broke something in me. Nearly."Everything," I said.I watched that word land on him. Watched confusion and shock war across his face, watched him try to find some foothold in a conversation that had just collapsed out from under him."Just tell me," he said. "Whatever I did, I'll fix it. I'll apologize. We can talk about this."I turned away instead. Grabbed my car keys off the dresser, my bag off th

Claire’s POVI sat there staring at the screen, completely frozen. Hannah's dead? And I'm the one getting blamed for it?I had no idea what to do. No idea who to call, who'd even believe me if I tried explaining any of this. I literally spoke to her yesterday. Sat across from her, watched her agree to testify, watched her actually commit to turning Alto in to protect Felix. That's not the headspace of somebody who kills herself hours later. She wasn't suicidal. She was determined. Scared, sure, but determined, focused on doing something that actually mattered for once in her miserable, self-serving life.So how the hell does she end up hanging herself the same night? And where did she even get a rope from? There was nothing in that room yesterday, I remember it clearly — bare walls, standard hospital furniture, nothing she could've used even if she wanted to. Somebody gave her that rope. And whoever gave it to her either killed her outright or pushed her hard enough that she did it he

Grey’s POVI just stared at him. Genuinely stared, like I could somehow will the words back into his mouth and make them mean something different.I always knew what my father was power-hungry, ruthless, willing to burn down anything and anyone standing between him and whatever he wanted next. Wasn't new information. But hearing it laid out this plainly, watching him sit there so calm about it… it still managed to hit different. Still managed to disappoint me in some fresh, exhausting way, like some small stupid part of me kept expecting he'd hit a limit eventually. He never does. Everything just falls into place for this man, conveniently, endlessly, like the universe itself decided a long time ago that Alto DeLuca doesn't get consequences.Hannah's about to expose him, and what happens? She turns up dead, and somehow Leah's the one holding the blame. Now here he is, using that exact leverage to force me into shutting down the one investigation that could actually bury him for good.