All Chapters of My Unfaithful Lover: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JASON'S POVThe moment Emma stepped into the hospital room, it felt as though my entire world had shifted back into place. The memories I thought were lost forever suddenly came rushing back with a force that was almost too much to bear. It was like a dam had burst, flooding my mind with vivid and sharp images from a past I had believed was buried. Overwhelming as it was, there was a strange sense of relief in it all, like a long- forgotten puzzle finally being pieced together. b“Emma,” I called out, my voice trembling as I watched her move toward Judith, the nurse who had been tending to me. Emma’s gaze lingered on her before she finally asked, “When did you become a nurse?”The look on her face was indescribable— somewhere between disbelief and awe. I could tell she was surprised, though I couldn’t entirely decipher her emotions.“I remember… I remember everything,” I blurted out, unable to hold back the words that seemed to spill from my lips. It had been so long since I smiled, b

JUDITH'S POV It’s almost like I’m cursed, and I admit it. I am stubborn, and I always get what I want. That’s just who I am. If I set my mind on something, there’s no stopping me, no matter what or who stands in my way. So, when Jason regained his memory, I saw it as an opportunity— a big one, bigger than anything I’d dared to dream of before. Of course, he didn’t remember who shot him. At least, that’s what he said. The moment Jason mentioned he didn’t see the face of the person who pulled the trigger, I knew Daniel wouldn’t just sit back and let it go. Daniel was never the kind of man to let things slide, and he wouldn’t buy Jason’s story for a second. So, I called him to let him know Jason was back to himself. The phone barely rang before he picked up. “I don’t believe that,” Daniel said, his voice sharp, almost accusing, like I was lying to him. “How can he not know? He should have seen me, he should?” I kept my voice steady, not wanting him to catch any nerves. “Jason said he

EMMA'S POV After the fight that night, I couldn’t believe I’d finally done it. For so long, Judith had pushed me beyond my limits, and I had been holding back, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the way I beat her that night— it wasn’t just a fight; it was a release of all the anger and frustration I had bottled up inside. I knew I’d crossed a line. Deep down, I felt guilty about it. But at the same time, I couldn’t shake the thought that she deserved every bit of it. After all, she had caused me so much pain, trying to ruin my life despite everything I had done for her. I had gone above and beyond to be the bigger person, but she just wouldn’t stop. Yet, even with all that justification in my head, there was still a sense of unease lingering in my heart. That night, Jason stayed by my side, doing his best to calm me down. He assured me that we could confront Daniel the next morning about what he did— shooting him and pretending like nothing happened. Jason’s words were comfor

JUDITH'S POVI nodded when Rose told me that she was going to kill Emma to get revenge for what Daniel and Simeon did to her. She spoke with so much conviction, her voice filled with anger and determination. It was clear that she had already thought it through, planned every step in her head. She wasn’t just talking— she meant every word. Rose was ready to take action, to spill blood for the pain she had endured.I appreciated the fact that Rose wanted to involve me in her plans. It showed that she trusted me, that she saw me as someone she could rely on. It made me feel important, like I was part of something bigger than myself. But as much as I admired her willingness to go to extreme lengths for revenge, I had different plans. Plans that were just as cruel but in a different way. Plans that would hurt Emma more than anything else."I'm sorry, Rose, you can't do that," I said, my voice calm but firm. I couldn’t even bring myself to look her in the eyes because I knew how much she wa

DANIEL'S POVBack in high school, I had a deep love for history. It was my favorite subject, and I enjoyed learning about past events, famous figures, and how the world had changed over time. But out of all the historical topics we covered, there was one that fascinated me more than any other— the story of Hell’s Kitchen in New York City.I remember the first time our history teacher talked about it. He stood at the front of the class, his voice serious, as he explained how the place got its name and why it became known as one of the most dangerous areas in the city. The name itself sounded dark, like something out of a crime novel, and I was immediately intrigued.Hell’s Kitchen had a reputation. It wasn’t just another neighborhood; it was a place filled with crime, violence, and power struggles. If you lived there, you had to be tough to survive. And if you controlled it, you were someone to be feared. That’s why it didn’t surprise me when I learned about the names associated with t