All Chapters of LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ElizabethPain.That’s the first thing I feel when I wake up. A deep, gnawing ache radiates through my body, searing, unbearable. My eyelids feel too heavy, my limbs like lead. My head throbs, my throat is dry. The sterile scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic lingers in the air.Where am I?My breath comes in shallow gasps. I try to move, but the agony shoots through me, pinning me down. A shadow looms above me, a man in scrubs. He’s speaking, but the words are muffled, floating just beyond my comprehension.“Miss? Can you hear me?”I try to focus, blinking against the harsh hospital lights. The room is full of people, doctors, nurses. I hear the steady beep of a monitor beside me. Another voice, softer but urgent.“Miss, do you know your name? Do you know where you are?”My name? My mind is blank, empty. It’s like grasping at smoke.I don’t answer. Instead, I reach down, my trembling hand brushing over my stomach. A sudden wave of terror grips me.“My baby,” I choke out

ElizabethI'm sitting in Michael’s office, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I type out the last of the emails for the day. The soft hum of the air conditioning fills the room, and for the first time in months, I feel a sense of normalcy. Three months have passed since I gave birth to my son, two months since I took Michael up on his offer to work at his company. Now, I go by Jane, a name that doesn’t feel like mine but has become my reality.Michael is sitting across from me, a pleased smile on his face. “Jane, I have to say, you’re a natural at this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up running this company one day.”I let out a small laugh. “Maybe I was a CEO in my past life.”Michael chuckles, shaking his head. “You joke, but I mean it. You’ve adapted so well, and I’m proud of you. You’re not letting fear hold you back.”I meet his gaze and offer a small nod. “I have to create a better life for my son. I won’t let my past—or my lack of memory—define me.”Before Michael can

ChristopherI step into the house, the warmth from the fireplace barely touching the cold inside me. Agnes and Edward sit near the fire, the soft crackling filling the silence. Celeste walks in behind me, her heels clicking against the polished floors. Things have been good between us lately, better than they’ve been in a long time. Ever since she helped me take back my company, there’s been a strange peace between us. The best news came when Dr. Maggie confirmed Elizabeth was dead. The only downside was that her bastard child died too—the one I had hoped to use as leverage against Sebastian. But no matter. Sebastian ran, tail between his legs, leaving me on top of the world.“Daddy!”Edward’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He comes running, his little legs carrying him straight to me, his face bright with happiness. I catch him, lifting him into my arms.“How are you, kiddo?” I ask, studying his small face.His eyes gleam. “Is Mummy coming back?”My jaw tightens. I turn my head sli

ElizabethI fiddle with my phone, my fingers tracing the edges of the screen, my hands slightly trembling. The weight of what I am about to do settles deep inside me like a rock. My stomach twists, and my breath comes uneven. I can do this, I tell myself. But the truth is—I don’t know if I can.“You can do this,” Michael says gently, his voice steady, grounding.But I don’t feel calm. I don’t feel steady. I feel like I am about to shatter.I exhale, staring at the phone like it’s a bomb about to explode. “I’m supposed to call people I don’t even remember, Michael. Convince them that I’ve risen from the grave. How?” I shake my head. “They’ll think I’m crazy.”Michael steps closer, his gaze unwavering. “Then let me do it. Let me call them first, see how they react.”It’s a good idea. A smart idea. I exhale in relief. “Okay.”Michael picks up his phone and dials. The ringing stretches endlessly, each tone dragging on, stretching my nerves thin. My heart pounds in my chest. What if th

SebastianNew York City is loud, alive, and suffocating. The streets hum with a constant, unrelenting energy, but I feel nothing. I move through it like a ghost, invisible to the world around me.The last few months have been nothing but an escape—one city after another, one meaningless distraction after the next. But no matter where I go, no matter how many miles I put between myself and the past, she is still there. Elizabeth. The love I lost. The love I destroyed.I’ve tried to drown the memories in whiskey, in foreign shores, in work. Nothing helps. The weight of my guilt is a chain around my neck, unbreakable.Now, back in my penthouse, I force myself to pack. Another trip, another destination, another pointless attempt to forget. I toss a few shirts into my suitcase, roll up some ties. My hand hesitates over a navy blue sweater. Elizabeth used to love wearing my sweaters, always stealing them, always teasing me about how they smelled like home. I grit my teeth and shove it into