All Chapters of Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chad's POV.Becky’s eyes were burning with fury, and I could see it in her expression—she was beyond shocked. The words I had just spoken hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her gasping for air. She hadn’t expected it, and I could tell it was tearing her apart.“How dare you! How dare you do this, Chad?” she screamed, her voice shaking with anger.“Oh, really?” I shot back, my tone sharp and bitter. “You’re going to raise your voice at me and act like you’re the innocent one?”She took a step forward, her fists clenched at her sides, but I stood my ground. “Aside from spending your money, what else did I do?” Her voice grew louder, each word dripping with disdain. “So you took my baby—or should I say our baby—to get a DNA test, just because I spent your money? What’s wrong with you, Chad? What has come over you?”I could barely keep my composure. I was beyond frustrated, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’ve got to be delusional if you think I did that for the money,” I said coldly

Lyla’s POV.It was Bailey’s wedding day, a day that should’ve been full of joy, excitement, and celebration. Yet here I was, struggling to keep myself together, my emotions tangled in a mix of excitement and confusion. I should’ve been over the moon for her, but all I could feel was a wave of sadness threatening to consume me. Bailey was leaving—leaving to start a new chapter in her life, one where she would be with her husband. And me? I would be alone in the mansion. The place that had once felt like home now felt cold and empty. The reality of it all weighed heavily on my heart. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I wanted to run away, to escape, to bury myself in some kind of distraction that would make this day go by faster. But I couldn’t. I was bound to Jace by a contract—one I couldn’t break. It was a prison of sorts, a constant reminder that I was stuck in a life I hadn’t chosen. The thought of it alone made me sick to my stomach. I was carrying his children, my pregnancy

Lyla’s POVThe hotel hall was a grand sight, meticulously decorated for the wedding reception. It was vast enough to accommodate twenty thousand people, each seat carefully arranged, glowing with the soft shimmer of chandeliers. Yet, amidst the beauty and celebration, a storm raged inside me. My contractions were growing more intense, their sharp waves hitting with an unrelenting force. The weight of what was happening felt impossible to ignore. My breath came in shallow bursts, my whole body trembling as the pain coursed through me.I had been supposed to stand beside Bailey, my sister, as her Maid of Honor, a position of pride I’d been honored to take on. But now, I was anything but that. All I could focus on was the pain, and the growing fear in my chest. My first pregnancy was never meant to be this difficult. And to make matters worse, I was carrying twins. I had been warned, of course, but nothing could have prepared me for this.Jace was there, though, his presence a strange co

Bella's POVI was deep in sleep, wrapped in the warmth of my blankets when a faint knock echoed through my dreams. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But the knock came again—calm, steady, persistent—and this time, I had no choice but to acknowledge it. My voice was thick with sleep as I groggily called out, barely able to open my eyes."Yes? Who is it?""It's me, Mrs. Maddy," came the soft reply.I groaned, pulling the covers over my head, not quite ready to face the world. "Come back later, Mrs. Maddy. I’m so sleepy and tired."Her voice had an edge of worry as she spoke again. "It's Henry, he refuses to eat. He said he wants wraps for breakfast, but we've run out of tortilla wraps. I don’t know what to do, he won’t eat anything else, and his school bus will be here soon!"I could hear the anxiety in the nanny’s voice. Henry was often like this—some days he was a perfect angel when it came to meals, eating whatever was put in front

Lyla’s POVI had been holed up in my room for hours, avoiding the world outside. The house was eerily quiet—just Jace and me, the only ones home—and I couldn't bear to face him after how everything had ended between us. The last time we had spoken, things had been tense, and I knew that any attempt to patch things up would be more complicated than it seemed. I wanted to avoid that discomfort, the hurt we both felt, and yet, my mind kept pulling me back to those moments we shared. Those quiet, simple times when we laughed and joked, his presence always so comforting in my space.As I sat by the window, the soft light streaming in, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. Jace’s fresh haircut earlier that day kept flashing in my mind. He looked so different—so effortlessly handsome. It struck me how much I had missed him, missed his energy. And if things had been different between us, maybe... maybe I would’ve pulled him into a hug, kissed him, and let him know just how much he meant