All Chapters of LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

ChristopherThe silence in the car is suffocating. I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. Elizabeth sits in the back, her head turned toward the window, while Edward clings to her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear again. I glance at my mother, catching the way her lips press into a thin line. She’s thinking the same thing I am.What the hell is Elizabeth playing at?She’s changed. That much is clear. The woman I knew was fragile, naive—an easy pawn. But this version of her, sitting there with that eerily calm expression, feels different. It’s unnerving. I can’t read her, and that terrifies me.My plans are crumbling. A month ago, I was set to pocket one hundred and fifty million dollars, and now, here she is—back from the dead, threatening to ruin everything. And to make matters worse, thanks to her father and her lover, she still holds the majority shares of Bell Energies. That thought alone makes my blood boil. As if Sebastian Valdez wasn’t already enough of a

ChristopherIt has been a week since Elizabeth returned. A week since she walked through the doors of this house like she still belonged here. A week since she accused me of trying to have her killed.If she’s planning something, she’s keeping it close to her chest. She hasn’t let a single crack show. And that unsettles me. I’ve done everything to contain the situation—cut off every loose end. I even fired Agnes, Edward’s nanny, the only person close enough to notice something was off. No one who knows what happened to Elizabeth is still around, except Celeste, Celia, and Martin. But still, she keeps her distance. She watches me like she’s studying me, like she’s remembering.Does she remember? The thought burns through me like whiskey down my throat.“What’s going on in that head of yours?”Celeste’s voice drags me back to the present. She’s been standing in my office for who knows how long. I never even heard her come in. She’s smirking, her eyes gleaming with amusement.“Why are

ElizabethShock ripples through me, leaving my body frozen in place.Of all the games Christopher could have played, I never imagined this.A proposal?Renewing our vows?He doesn't love me.He never has.So why?I can't question him. Not now. Not when I'm starting to remember. Not when I know who he truly is. I need to play this carefully, keep my face neutral, my voice steady. Whatever he’s planning, I need to stay ahead of him.“Elizabeth, Christopher asked you a question,” Celia’s sharp voice cuts through the room. There’s an edge to her tone, a demand laced with impatience.Anger simmers beneath my skin. If I say yes, I go back to being Christopher’s puppet, his punching bag. My stomach churns at the thought. I take a breath, preparing to respond, but before I can, the doorbell rings.Relief floods me. Saved by the literal bell.The house manager rushes in, looking pale. “You have guests.”Celia’s eyes narrow. “Who?”Before the house manager can answer, two tall figures step into