All Chapters of Married To My Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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.

Felix's POVMy eyes cracked open slow, world coming into focus in pieces. Ceiling first. White, unfamiliar. Some kind of machine beeping somewhere nearby. Took me a solid minute just to piece together that I was in a hospital bed, and even longer to figure out why.Memory came back in fragments. Driving. My car, the road, then… a truck, out of nowhere, slamming into me from an angle that felt way too precise to be some random distracted driver having a bad day. That wasn't an accident. Felt intentional. Felt like someone actually aimed for me.Couldn't remember where I'd been heading, exactly. Just knew it mattered. Knew it had something to do with Leah.The second her name crossed my mind, everything else fell away. Where the hell was she? Was she okay?I tried sitting up and immediately regretted it… every inch of my body screaming in protest, my head especially, this deep, pounding ache like someone had taken a hammer to the inside of my skull. Didn't matter. Yanked the oxygen

Claire's POV Woke up feeling like actual garbage, the kind that sits in your chest and doesn't have anywhere to go.Replayed the whole call with Grey in my head the second my eyes opened. Every word of it. I could still call this off. Still had time. That thought sat there, quiet, persistent, whispering that I hadn't crossed any line yet that couldn't be uncrossed.But another part of my brain reminded me exactly why I couldn't. This was it. Last shot. Blow this one, and I don't get another. I'd spend the rest of my life carrying that failure around like a second skin, on top of everything else I already carry. And Grey killed my father. Killed my brother. I don't get to just wave that away because he's been kind to me or because I like him.I grabbed my phone. First thing that popped up was a message from him. Sweet, soft, exactly the kind of thing that made my chest do this stupid, traitorous flutter before I mentally shoved it right back down where it belonged.Turned the phon