All Chapters of A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: MARRIED TO MY ENEMY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~ CharlesSurprisingly, Megan was the one who welcomed me at the airport. There were a lot of reporters, and she shamelessly hugged and kissed my lips, much to my surprise, but I responded quickly by twirling her during the kiss.The sound of increased camera clicking made me know we would make the headlines today, and since it was for good, I didn’t mind.In the car, however, the Megan I met out there became a totally different person. She brought out a wet wipe and wiped her face of whatever DNA got on it from our kiss, then she brought out her ear pods and blocked out whatever sounds I was going to make in the future.I watched her in awe, noticing the changes she made while I was away. Her hair was still blonde but with darker roots, as if she was letting it return to its original color naturally.Her skin was radiating like milk, and she looked healthy, but I could feel that something about her had changed. Something I couldn’t place my fingers on.The only time she spoke to me w

~ Megan“I want you to invite home your lover, Max, or whatever he is called,” Charles said, his expression serious.“Why?” I asked the burning question on my mind.“Because I don’t trust easily,” he replied, not explaining further.“I trust Massimo; that should be enough,” I argued.“Don’t be stubborn, Megan; I just want to be sure that you have settled with the right person,” Charles drawled.“Hold on, Charles, are you jealous or something?” I asked, grinning at him for the first time in a while.Charles returned the grin, crossing his legs. “I was just wondering the kind of man that made you forget me so quickly.”My smile quaked. Charles was truly a narcissist, as Massimo had speculated. I was almost one hundred percent sure that he didn’t love me, but he became concerned when I began to show signs of moving on from him, but continuing this façade was important, and I was advised not to let him know right away.There was nothing between Massimo and me. The whole idea was actually

~ CharlesTexas felt different. The air was heavier, as if burdened by the weight of my past. The funeral had come and gone, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.Janette’s family welcomed me, though they never supported what Janette did to me. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell them what I did to her in revenge.As I stood by her grave, guilt and regret gnawed at me. Megan tried to comfort me over calls, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. The pain of losing Janette, the woman who was my first love, was consuming me.Days turned into nights, and the grief only grew, becoming my constant companion.Janette’s death reopened old wounds, wounds from what I had done to Jenny. I found solace in solitude, distancing myself from the world. The echoes of her laughter haunted my dreams, a harsh reminder of what I had permanently lost.One evening, I received a call from Megan. I hesitated before answering, unsure if her attempts to reach out were driven by concern. The con

~ MeganI allowed Bianca to cry her eyes out without interrupting her until she was calm. I assisted her to a seat, and then I sat with her, wordlessly comforting her.At long last, she stopped and looked at me through her swollen eyes. “Thank you, Megan,” she said, her voice heavy with emotions.I nodded with a smile then intertwined my fingers with hers. “Charles is going to be alright, Bianca, so don’t think too much about it,” I assured her.Bianca’s eyes became moist again, but she tried her hardest to fight the tears. “He will be fine,” she affirmed.I caught my father-in-law stealing glances at us, and I knew he wanted to console his wife, but he was still mad at her for what she did to Charles.Even though what happened to Charles was a tragedy, I was able to learn that he was suffering from depression because he blamed himself for Janette’s death.That explained all the walls he was putting up. He didn’t want me to suffer the same fate as Janette. Unbeknownst to him, his reje

~ CharlesDarkness enveloped me when I heard Megan’s voice. It was as if I was waking up from a dream that I couldn’t quite remember. And the most beautiful person was by my side when I opened my eyes.Although she looked tired, she was so happy to see me awake. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she left.Of all the stories to tell a sick person, Megan chose the one where we were literally Tom and Jerry. The beginning of our relationship was rocky and comedic. We were both after each other’s necks and never anticipated that a friendship would be formed from such a rivalry-like relationship.A smile spread across my lips as I tried to sit up, but something was wrong; I couldn’t move. My father, mother, and wife were present.“I… I can’t move… I can’t feel a thing,” I whispered with a shaky voice, barely audible in the quiet room.Megan made a feeble attempt to calm me down by telling me about how long I spent in a coma, raising my hopes. But when the doctors looked confused, I couldn’t