All Chapters of Married to my enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adrian’s POV.“Elara, wait…” I begged, but she shoved past me.I stood in the hallway, my hand still raised from where I had reached for her, and the sound of her laughter echoed in my ears like a mocking reminder of how badly I had misjudged this moment. I had expected tears or anger, or even that cold, cutting silence she had been perfecting, but instead she had simply laughed and walked away. I found myself frozen in place as the door clicked shut behind her."Adrian." Sophia's voice cut through my daze, her hand closing around my arm with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl. I turned to look at her, my eyes cold and hard."You need to leave," I said, my voice flat mand final.I watched her face shift from confusion to disbelief, then to something that looked almost like rage."What are you talking about?" she demanded, her grip tightening on my arm.I shook her off hard enough to make her stumble back a step."Leave first thing tomorrow morning. If you're still here, you'l

Elara's POV.I was still clutching the scattered papers, still trying to process the fact that Julian had reappeared in my life like a ghost from a past I had thought was buried, when Lina came bounding down the hallway with the kind of chaotic energy that always seemed to follow her like a second shadow. Her eyes widened, and her mouth was already opening before she had fully registered what she was seeing."Oh my God," Lina gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she looked between me and Julian with an expression of pure, unfiltered delight, "is this him? Is this the famous husband I've heard so much about? I have to say, Elara, you didn't mention he was this…." she gestured vaguely at Julian's entire existence, “you know, this. I'm very impressed. Very, very impressed."I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as Julian's lips twitched into an amused smile. I held up my hand to stop Lina before she could dig herself any deeper into the hole she was rapidly excavating. "Lina, t

Adrian's POVThe days blurred together after she left.I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, the way she had looked at me before she walked away, the hollow emptiness in her eyes that cut deeper than any words she could have spoken. I couldn't eat. The food tasted like ash in my mouth, and the scent of her perfume still lingered in the bedroom like a ghost that refused to leave.I became unbearable to everyone around me.The staff learned to avoid me, their footsteps quickening whenever they saw me coming, their eyes cast downward as they hurried past. I snapped at them for the smallest things, a misplaced glass, a forgotten message, the way they breathed too loudly in my presence. I fired two maids in a single day because they had dared to whisper in the hallway, and I watched them leave with tears streaming down their faces without feeling a single flicker of remorse.Sophia found me in the study late one evening, her heels clicking against the marble fl

Elara's POV. The relentless buzzing of my phone pulled me from a deep, exhausted sleep, and I groaned as I reached for it, my eyes still heavy with the remnants of a restless night.But the sight of dozens of missed calls made me sit up straight, my heart pounding as I scrolled through the notifications.My lawyer. Lina. Julian. Unknown numbers. Reporters.What the hell was happening?I threw the covers back and stumbled out of bed, my bare feet cold against the wooden floor as I made my way to the door and pulled it open. My grandmother stood in the hallway, her face pale, her hands wringing together. A knot formed in my stomach as she gestured toward the front window."There are reporters at the gate," she said, her voice trembling, "they've been here for hours, Elara. They won't leave."I walked to the window and parted the curtain, and my breath caught in my throat as I took in the sea of cameras and microphones pressed against the gate, the faces of journalists who looked like

Adrian's POV.I sat in my office long after Elara left, staring at the door she had walked through. Her accusations still weighed heavily on my mind, refusing to let me breathe.She believed I had done this to her.She had looked at me with cold, accusing eyes and seen a monster, a man who would destroy everything she had built simply because his pride had been wounded.The worst part? I couldn't even blame her.I had given her every reason to believe the worst of me. I had pushed her away, chosen Sophia over her, and watched her walk out of my life without fighting hard enough to stop her.Now she believed I was capable of ruining her career out of spite.I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. Then I reached for my phone and scrolled through my contacts, searching for anyone who might know something. Anyone who might have seen or heard enough to point me toward whoever had done this to her.The drive home passed in a blur of rain and streetlights. My thought