All Chapters of My Worst Enemy Dove Into Hell With Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Daph, you came to see me."Annette Sayer was sitting up in the hospital bed in a clean gown, pale and pitiful. Ronan was at her side, carefully peeling an apple for her.I walked in carrying a thermal flask, a polite smile fixed on my face. "Annette, I made some chicken soup for you. Have it while it's still hot."Annette looked up at me, caught off guard. "Didn't you used to hate me?"I lowered my eyes with a thin, regretful smile. "I was immature back then, always convinced you stole Desmond from me. Now that I have Ronan and Micah, I finally understand how much family matters."Back then, all I wanted was a quiet, steady life together. I really believed that was what we'd have with Micah.Ronan looked at me, his eyes full of deep affection and the faintest trace of guilt he probably thought I couldn't see. "Daphne, I'm so glad you feel that way."He took the thermal flask from me, poured out a cup of soup, and handed it to Annette. She was just reaching for it when I lurched

I disappeared for three days. In that time, Ronan pulled every string he had and practically turned Glenworth upside down looking for me.On the fourth day, I timed my return perfectly and showed up at the front door of the Carmichael family estate. My clothes were torn, my body was covered in injuries, and I looked like I'd been through hell.When Ronan saw me, he froze completely. He walked toward me one step at a time, his eyes bloodshot and churning with something I couldn't read."Where's Micah?" His voice was raw.I collapsed toward him as if every last ounce of strength had been drained out of me. He caught me on instinct and held me tight."They took Micah..." I buried my face in his chest and sobbed until my voice broke."They said if you give up the transplant for Annette, they'll give him back to us."Ronan's entire body went rigid. I could feel his arms tightening around me, squeezing so hard it felt like he might crush my bones."Ronan, let's stop the transplant fo

I used Annette to get the key to Ronan's study. That night, I slipped in and installed a small piece of software on his computer, then went back to the bedroom like nothing had happened.Ronan was sitting on the edge of the bed, smelling faintly of alcohol. When he saw me come in, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms."Daphne, I'm sorry." His voice was heavy with exhaustion and pain."Something happened at the company, and with Micah on top of it, I'm barely holding it together."I leaned into him without resistance, but my hand curled into a fist behind his back."It'll get better," I whispered, as much to him as to myself.The next day, Carmichael Group's stock price began to plummet out of nowhere. An anonymous email had surfaced containing every piece of core data and financial vulnerability from the East End project, and it had been sent directly to the Carmichaels' biggest competitor.Ronan scrambled to contain the damage and immediately suspected an inside leak.

Annette lost her mind. She jumped from the hospital roof and died on impact.I got the news while I was building blocks with Micah. Kay stood behind me and delivered the report in a flat voice."Ronan was standing right below when she jumped. Her blood splattered all over him."My hand paused for just a second over the blocks. "How did he react?""He didn't. Just stood there like a statue." Kay paused. "The police took him in for a statement and he wouldn't say a word."I simply hummed in response and placed the last block on top. A perfect little castle was finished."Mommy, pretty!" Micah clapped his hands and laughed.I ran my hand over his head, but inside I felt hollow. Annette was dead, sooner than I expected, and far more anticlimactic than I'd imagined.I thought I'd feel vindicated, triumphant even. But I didn't. There was just a gaping hole in my chest with cold air rushing through it.Maybe real hatred wasn't about making someone die. It was about making them wish t

Ronan left without giving me the chance to refuse, just as suddenly as he'd appeared. Micah stayed behind.He was a good kid, well-behaved and mature for his age, though every now and then he'd sit staring at the door. I knew he was waiting for Ronan to come back, but Ronan was never coming back.A month later, I got a call from a lawyer. Ronan was dead. He'd chosen to end things on his own terms, and he went peacefully.I didn't go to the funeral. I just picked out a bouquet of white roses for him at the shop.Life settled back into its usual rhythm. I raised Micah, ran the flower shop, and the days passed without much color to them. I thought it was all over.Then one day, an anonymous package arrived, and inside was Ronan's journal. My hands were shaking as I opened it. The handwriting looked just like him, sharp and obsessive. The entries started on our wedding day."June 18th, clear skies. I married Daphne Sayer today. I know she doesn't love me. She loves my brother. That's