Semua Bab My Billionaire Husband Killed Me, I Came Back As His Enemy: Bab 1 - Bab 9

“Here,” the maid says, stopping in front of a door.As soon as we had gotten home, Leigh had stormed up the stairs, leaving me downstairs in the lobby. I couldn’t just walk in and pretend I knew the layout of the house without it being suspicious, so I waited until a maid found me in the lobby and directed me to this room.“Are you sure this is the right room?” I ask her.She gives me a polite smile. “Of course.”She walks away down the hall.Deep down, I know it’s not my room. The one across from this door is where I stayed, but nonetheless, I push the door open.My jaw drops to the ground immediately.Leigh is standing there completely naked by the headboard of the bed. He looks up at me and raises a brow at my expressive face.“I-I… I’m so sorry, the maid said this was my room…” I gulp. “Sorry to, um—”“It is your room.” He pauses, and a look of distaste flickers across his face. “Our room.”“Oh… um… can you be more decent then?”“Why?” he asks, tossing his briefs onto the chair an

He gestures toward the dining table, where an elegantly wrapped box rests beside a plate.Ah yes, how can I have forgotten? We took a honeymoon four days after our wedding to Barbados and had to do a bunch of activities planned out for us, while we were stalked by paparazzi. We were the “it” couple that were a poster for body positivity and how it’s the heart that matters—if only I feel positive about my body for once. Before I can formulate a response, he walks beside me into the dining room, pulling out a chair with a low bow. “Please, have a seat, sister-in-law.”I blink, thrown off by how polite he is. I take the seat, watching as he picks up the silver teapot and gently pours tea into my cup.“Thank you,” I murmur, still trying to wrap my head around his sudden existence.Hurried footsteps echo from the dining archway and Leigh walks in, his dark gaze locking onto Damien. A scowl instantly takes over his face, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticks in his cheek.Without a word

When I step back out into the dining area, Damien is nowhere to be found, but Leigh is by the table, the muscles in his jaw grinding. I roll my eyes as I pull a chair forward in front of a set plate, picking up cutlery. For a second, I am uneasy. Is the food poisoned? Will this be when I die again? I shake my head and push back the thoughts. Leigh won’t kill me when he needs something from me. “You’re not eating?” Leigh finally asks after minutes of silence. All the hair on my body stands up immediately. That is highly suspicious. “Is there a reason you want me to eat?” “Is there a reason why I would not want you to eat?” He fires back, but in a sickeningly sweet tone. I narrow my eyes, wondering what his end goal is, until I sight a maid standing at the corner. Despite her uniform being a contrast to the wall colour, she blends in so well. I pick the fork up and take a few bites before dropping it. As I stand up to leave, my eyes catch sight of the neatly wrapped gift box Da

People don’t typically go on honeymoons with their exes. Except for, well… my husband. I stare in shock as I step out of the car, only to see Bianca Laurent standing by the entrance of the private jet in the hangar. Leigh takes my hand in his, which surprises me until I realize that we are in public. She runs towards us in her six-inch heels so elegantly and throws her arms around Leigh, pushing me off to the side. I step away, smoothing my dress awkwardly as I watch the two of them. “Oh my goodness, Leigh, how are you doing?” she asks in a sickly sweet voice as she pulls back from him and brushes his hair with her fingers. “I think I’ve been okay. How are you?” he says, stepping back a bit while looking at her with eyes I know he will never look at me with. Something twists painfully in my chest. “Not good, I have missed you so much,” she says, almost rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she glanced at me and then turns back to Leigh. “What are you doing here?” Leigh asks