LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall

nforgiving, reflecting back a face I barely recognise, hidden beneath layers o

d I ge

et things g

s voice cuts through the

e wait. And make sure you look presentabl

hat rises every time he talks to me like

ing black dress clinging to my bo

once full of life-look dull now. I swipe a finger over my red lips, fixing the li

eyes scanning me from head to toe. His gaze stops on the faint outli

ce is not as cold. He walks towards me. He

, baby. I didn't mean to. I am

hat he does not mean t

back up. He nods

eet you in the car. Go say goodnight to Edwa

't," I

s door. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in a calming breath. He's the only light left in my life, the only reason I haven't walked away from al

blanket. I see his little legs kicking playfully beneath the covers, his soft laug

his small hands re

ion," I say, my voice soft. "I just c

ggles as I plant a loud, exaggerated kiss on his cheek, holding him close,

rmurs, his small arms w

y. I settle him back into bed, tucking the blanket around him and

fades, and the reality of my lif

k slips

nger can I

lies and the empty, soulles

n love, or at least I thought so. We came from the same wealthy world, full of privilege and dar

y life. As I settle into the passenger seat, Christopher doesn't even glance at me. The silence is suffocating. Tonight,

not a gesture of affection-it's a command. He expects me to smile, to play along, to hid

f the women here are high-end escorts, hanging on to their clients, laughing at jokes that probably weren't

s losing. I can tell from the way he clenches his glass, the way his fingers tap agains

to find a young woman standing beside me. She's blonde, fresh-faced, and too young to be in

throat, glancing back at the table. "H

nvious smile. "Oh, you're so lucky. You bagged yourself a

p edge to my voice. "I bagged nothing, sweethear

rd the table, just in time to see Christopher lose another hand. His face darkens further, a

the table, his voice booming ov

ling it a ni

im, not recognising his face. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that glint

ainst the table, but he doesn't respond. The man l

me. If you win, I'll give you my entire stake. But if I win..." His eyes flicker

the man, my breath caught in my throat, shock turning my

for me for once. His face is impassive, but I can see him weighing the offer, calculating.

ea