Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the Enemy CEO : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Roman caught sight of her near the lounge bar — a glass of champagne in her hand, her smile sharp enough to cut. The music was low, just the lazy hum of jazz floating from the speakers, but inside him everything pulsed like static.He walked straight to her. No hesitation. No words. Just reached for her wrist and pulled her out of the crowd.“Roman,” Clara said, half laughing, stumbling behind him. “Easy, is that how you treat your business associates?”He didn’t look back. “Business associates don’t send me texts in the middle of the night. Especially not the stubborn and annoying ones.”He dragged her down a short hallway, out of sight from the others, until they stood beneath a dim light by the pool exit. Her perfume hit him — sweet and chemical — and it made his throat tighten.She yanked her hand from his grip, fixing her hair. “Annoying?” she said, her voice low, dangerous. “Is it annoying that I’m still in love with my ex? Married or not?”Roman stared at her, incredulous. “You

The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Morning light poured in through the open curtains, painting faint gold streaks across the sheets. Ava stirred, her lashes fluttering before her eyes opened to find Roman sitting at the edge of the bed—watching her.He was smiling, quiet, a half-tilt at the corner of his lips that looked both boyish and unreadable.She blinked, rubbing her eyes. “Hey,” she said, her voice still thick from sleep. “Why are you staring at me like that?”Roman didn’t answer right away. Instead, his eyes shifted toward the tray sitting beside her—plates, mugs, and a little steam rising from the food.It caught her attention. She straightened a bit, her brows rising. Scrambled eggs, golden and soft. Buttered toast stacked neatly beside crisp bacon. A small bowl of strawberries and a mug of coffee that still curled smoke into the air. The kind of breakfast she hadn’t had in weeks.Her lips parted. “You… made me breakfast?”Roman shrugged lightly, like it wa

Ava pushed herself up, the sheets rustling under her palms. “You’re both insane,” she said, a brittle laugh slipping out before she winced and pressed her hand to her belly. The pain was sharp, cutting through her midsection. “What the hell are you and that doctor talking about, Roman?” Her voice cracked. “You think I’m just going to give up my baby? Do you even realize what you’re asking me to do?”Roman stood slowly, his chair scraping against the tile. He reached for her hands, his voice low, pleading. “Ava, I know it’s hard. But you have to choose yourself this time. We can always—” he paused, searching her face, “we can always make another baby.”She stared at him, disbelief flooding her features. “Make another baby?” Her laugh was hollow. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” She pulled her hands away, gesturing between them. “Roman, first of all—this isn’t real.” Her voice rose, trembling. “Us. This—” she circled her hands in the air around him, “whatever this is—it’s not real

Roman slammed the door of the suite behind him, his chest rising and falling fast. The air inside the room felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if it carried the scent of guilt and regret. He ran his hand through his hair, pacing, unable to stand still. His reflection in the mirror across the wall caught his eye — disheveled hair, red-rimmed eyes, shirt half-buttoned. He looked like a man who had lost every trace of control. The sight disgusted him.He turned abruptly and hit the wall with the side of his fist, the sound echoing through the empty room. “Damn it!” he shouted. The sting on his knuckles didn’t matter; the pain almost grounded him. He hit it again, harder this time, until his skin throbbed. “You weak fool,” he muttered under his breath, teeth clenched. “You couldn’t even control yourself for one night.” He stood there, breathing raggedly, fighting the wave of shame threatening to choke him.“Roman?” a voice came from behind.He turned sharply. Mateo stood by the door holdin

Roman arrived home late in the evening, his heart heavy with guilt and frustration. The exhaustion from the flight mixed with the chaos in his head made it hard to even think straight. The butler hurried forward to take his suitcases from him, bowing slightly as he greeted him.“Welcome back, sir,” the butler said politely, reaching for the luggage.Roman barely nodded. “Where’s my wife? Has she arrived?”The butler blinked in confusion. “Mrs. Knight? No, sir. I thought you both would be arriving together.”For a moment, Roman stood still, staring blankly at him. He didn’t even know what to say. A cold weight settled in his chest. “Just take my things inside,” he muttered eventually, voice low and rough.He climbed the stairs slowly, every step heavier than the last. Once inside his room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ava’s number. It rang endlessly, then stopped. No answer. He called again. Still nothing. Just when he was about to throw the phone on the bed, a text message came