All Chapters of LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ElizabethI stretch my hand out, reaching for Sebastian, but my fingers brush against the cold sheets where he’s supposed to be sleeping next to me. Embracing our love with me.A wave of disappointment washes over me. He’s not here. I need to find him. I need to be honest.I’ve made my choice, and it’s time to stop lying to him. I need to tell him about our son.I want him to know how much of a survivor our little boy is, fighting against all odds and being born with a smile always on his tiny face. I want to tell Sebastian that he’s not fussy, that he’s a joy to be around. I want him to finally give our baby a name.Quickly, I turn to the other side of the bed, my heart racing.“Where is he?” I wonder aloud, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. I slowly get out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor, and I pick up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on. It smells like him, and for a moment, it comforts me.“Sebastian?” I call out, my voice echoing softly in the quiet room as

Elizabeth“Celeste, what do you want?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the air thick with tension.“I’ve tried to keep you out of this, Elizabeth, but you keep dragging yourself into the middle, don’t you?” Celeste replies, her tone dripping with disdain as she walks toward the cabin entrance.I slowly follow her, determination fueling my steps. I need to find Sebastian. I need to know he’s still alive, and I ignore all signs of danger that scream at me to turn back.“Help me understand,” I plead, my heart racing. “What did I ever do to you? What did Sebastian do to you?” “I remember when you came to the asylum, and you tried to make me hate him. Why?” I ask, desperation creeping into my voice.“Believe it or not, I was trying to keep you out of it,” Celeste says coldly, her eyes narrowing as she glances back at me.“Keep me out of what?” I demand, pulling her arm to stop her.She turns to me, her face a m

Elizabeth“Mother!” Christopher screams, his voice filled with anguish.“What did you do?” He turns to Celeste, his eyes burning with fury. “What did you fucking do?”“I made you watch, Christopher,” Celeste replies, her voice cold and mocking as she lifts the hand again, letting it drop with a sickening thud. “I thought you liked that—watching as other people pay for your mistakes. You knew your mother ordered Elizabeth’s mother’s death. You knew she killed your father when he found out. You watched me beg you to save me from that crash. You just watched as I screamed in pain, and you were carted off. You left me in that car to die!”Her words cut through the air, and I can’t believe anything that’s happening around me. I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.As Celeste starts to walk across the room, I glance at Christopher, who is still sobbing, his face twisted in grief and rage.I can’t let this continue. I need to get to Sebastian. I start crawling toward him,

ElizabethWeeks have passed since that chaotic night, and now I find myself trying to grasp the little moments of happiness.Sebastian is still in a coma, and the authorities are still trying to find Sarah and Christopher.I’ve come to accept that the last few years of my life were a lie, a twisted tale woven with deceit and betrayal. As I cradle my baby in my arms and watch Edward play in the park, his laughter mingling with the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.But even in this moment of joy, I can still feel the pain in my heart.Celia killed my mother. Celia destroyed me, and now she’s dead. I wish I had the chance to make her pay for what she did. The thought gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the darkness that has shadowed my life.I look down at Edward’s innocent face, and a wave of happiness washes over me.Despite everything going on, my children are safe and blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounds us. I can’t help but smile as I listen to the giggles, the s

SebastianI struggle to put on my clothes, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as I try to balance the phone carefully tucked between my neck and ear. The fabric feels foreign against my skin, and every movement sends a jolt of pain through my body. I can’t focus on that now, though.“Dad, I’m telling you, you have to find a way,” I plead, my voice strained with urgency. “Elizabeth is missing again, and Dad, she has Edward and my son! My son, Dad! I have to find them!”“What about you? What if something happens to you? What then, son?” My father’s voice comes through the phone, filled with concern.“Dad, I cannot worry about that now!” I insist, frustration bubbling up inside me. “Christopher is mad. He’s like a wild animal, and Elizabeth is his prey. I have to find him, and I have to stop this, no matter what it takes.”“Okay…” my father agrees, but before I can say anything more, the call is interrupted. Another number is trying to reach Eric, who’s standing nearby, his expression