Todos los capítulos de TIT FOR TAT: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Chapter 82Parker gave a low chuckle, "Very much alive. Frightened, though."A slow smile spread across my face. I looked toward the dark window beside my bed. I could almost imagine Vanessa sitting somewhere, wondering how she had ended up in such a situation. The woman who had always believed herself untouchable. The woman who had spent years taking whatever she wanted. The woman who had looked at me and assumed I was too innocent to fight back.Now she was afraid.And somehow, that thought brought me a strange sense of satisfaction, "Did you give her the warning?" I asked."Yes.""Did she understand it?""Completely."I smiled wider, "Good."Parker didn't say anything. He knew that tone. It was the tone I used when a decision had already been made.I looked down at my hand. My wedding ring caught the faint light coming through the window. For three years, that ring had represented love to me. Tonight, it looked different. It looked like a reminder. A reminder of everything Adrian

Chapter 84His expression changed. He tried to calm himself. Tried to rearrange his face into something appropriate. Concerned husband. Calm man. Someone worried about a family member. But it was too late. I had already seen everything. The desperation. The urgency. The panic. The way he had reacted before remembering I was watching. He had practically forgotten I existed.That told me everything I needed to know.He cleared his throat, "We should go."I nodded slowly, "Yes."He opened the door. I followed him. Neither of us said much. We walked downstairs.I watched him pick up his wallet. He checked his phone. Then he looked at me, "Are you coming?"I forced a nervous expression, "Of course." He nodded. We walked outside. The cool night air touched my face.Adrian unlocked the car. I climbed into the passenger seat. He got behind the wheel. For a moment, he simply sat there. Then he started the engine. The car came alive. He pulled away from the house. I turned my face toward the wi

Chapter 86"Now?""Yes.""What happened?""My cousin has been found unconscious."There was a pause."Bring her in.""I'm bringing her home first.""Why?""Because my husband is panicking, and I need someone there when we arrive."The doctor sighed."All right.""Please hurry.""I'll be there."The call ended.I walked toward the car.Adrian was already in the driver's seat.I opened the rear door.Then I climbed in beside Vanessa.She was unconscious.I stared at her.For a second, the desire to simply push her back onto the road flashed through my mind.She had hurt me.She had betrayed me.She had slept with my husband.She had smiled at me afterward.The thought of touching her almost made me angry again.I closed my eyes.Calm down, Serena.I inhaled slowly.I was in control.The Phantom didn't lose control.She decided when to act.I looked at Vanessa again."Not yet," I whispered so quietly nobody could hear.Then I leaned back.Adrian started driving.The ride home was complet

Chapter 88Then Vanessa moved.Her fingers twitched.The doctor noticed immediately.“She's waking up.”I leaned closer.Vanessa's breathing changed.Her eyebrows pulled together.Her head moved slightly against the pillow.Then her eyelids fluttered.Once.Twice.Slowly, her eyes opened.At first, there was nothing behind them.Only confusion.She stared at the ceiling.Her breathing quickened.Her eyes moved around the room.The curtains.The wardrobe.The bedside table.The familiar painting.Her gaze finally landed on me.She froze.I watched recognition enter her eyes.First confusion.Then fear.Then disbelief.She looked around again.The guest room.Of course she recognized it.She had spent enough nights here.Sometimes when she came to visit me.Sometimes when she had conveniently stayed late.And sometimes when she and Adrian had needed a place where they believed nobody would disturb them.Her lips parted.“Serena...”Her voice was barely audible.I immediately softened my

Chapter 90Alex’s povBy the time I returned home that morning, the sky was already beginning to brighten.I sat behind the wheel for several seconds after the gates opened, watching the familiar shape of my house appear through the windshield. The house had once felt like a place I belonged to. A place I had built around Vanessa because I genuinely believed I was building a life with the woman I loved.Now, it felt different. Perhaps the house itself had not changed. Perhaps I had.I switched off the engine and remained in the driver's seat, my hands resting loosely against the steering wheel. The quiet inside the car gave me something I had not had in a long time: the freedom to admit the truth to myself without pretending.I was tired. Not physically. But emotionally. Tired of Vanessa. Tired of the lies. Tired of being manipulated. Tired of pretending that I didn't know what kind of marriage I had been living in. And, most of all, tired of being the man who kept forgiving everythin