All Chapters of Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lyla’s POV.I had spent hours cleaning, long past midnight. The guests had all left, and now the garden, which had once looked pristine, was littered with discarded glasses, food wrappers, and confetti that seemed to refuse to settle. It was as if the mess was a reminder of the chaos I’d endured just hours before. I’d been tasked with cleaning up all on my own, and exhaustion was starting to creep in. My back ached, my hands were sore from scrubbing and wiping, and every movement felt like a struggle.At some point, I had grown too tired to continue, and despite my best efforts, I dozed off on one of the chairs in the garden. I didn’t remember when I fell asleep—perhaps I was simply too tired to notice the passing of time. All I knew was that my body felt as though it had finally given up. The rhythmic sound of my own breathing was all I could focus on. I hadn’t realized how much I needed rest until my body decided it could take no more.I woke up with a start. The tap on my shoulder

Lyla’s POVThe kitchen smelled of fresh herbs and spices as I wiped my hands on a towel, finishing up the dishes. The last of the lunch leftovers were tucked into the fridge, and the countertop was clean. It was the kind of order I needed in my life right now—some semblance of control. But as I looked out the window, the nagging thought returned: I needed rest. My back was killing me, my exhaustion mounting, and the weight of the baby growing inside me felt like an anchor dragging me down.I was just about to head upstairs when Sasha entered the kitchen, her wide grin almost too eager. She didn’t look tired, not at all. In fact, she looked full of energy, perhaps more than usual. I knew what was coming. I could see it in her eyes before she even spoke.“This is the list of everything I want you to grab from the supermarket,” she said, handing me a crumpled piece of paper. “And don’t forget, I’m craving dark chocolate and cookies. I’m pregnant too, you know, and I need these things sto

Lyla’s POV“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Mrs. Karev barked, her voice sharp and full of judgment. I could feel the tension in the room rise immediately, but I refused to let it affect me. I was done with being the subject of their games. There was a new layer of sarcasm in my voice when I replied, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.“To the supermarket, of course, to get groceries,” I said casually, adjusting my Rolex watch, feeling the weight of the fine jewelry on my wrist. My confidence was evident in every movement.“To the market? Dressed like this?” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes and gesturing toward me as though I were some kind of spectacle. She was clearly irritated, her discomfort palpable. It was obvious that seeing me look and smell so good, so put-together, made her uneasy. The air in the room was thick with their judgment.“Of course,” I shot back. “Or how else would you like me to dress? Like a street beggar? Or maybe you want me to look

Lyla’s POVI could feel my heart racing as Chad kneeled before me in the middle of the open space. I glanced around, hoping no one was watching too closely, but of course, they were. People were stopping, staring, some even pulling out their phones. This wasn’t how I imagined any of this would go. It certainly wasn’t how I wanted it to go.“Chad, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though I could feel the frustration rising in my chest. “Please get up, this is not good. I know you’re sorry, but you don’t have to apologize like this. It’s going to ruin our reputations.”I tried to sound stern, but there was a flicker of emotion in my voice—something softer, something that reminded me of who we once were. He was still the man I had loved, the man I once trusted with all my heart. Seeing him kneeling before me now, in front of an audience, it just felt so… wrong. So out of place. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. We were supposed to be beyond this, and yet here

Lyla’s POVJace left my room that night, but I could feel that something had shifted between us. He didn’t need to say it, and I didn’t need to admit it—he saw it in my eyes. The way I held myself, the way my gaze no longer softened when it met his. I had changed, and I knew it. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I wasn’t the same person I used to be. And Jace? He noticed. But I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care that he knew.I had made a choice. If I wanted my man back, I needed to act tough. I needed to show him that I was no longer the same Bella who would roll over and let him walk all over me. I was done with that. But if things didn’t work out between us, that was okay too. The contract between us would eventually end, and I would be free to go my own way. I would move on, rebuild, and be stronger.I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to gather my thoughts. But then I remembered something. I needed to talk to someone, to bounce my thoughts off of someone who wouldn’t judge me.