All Chapters of Married To My Nemesis: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The rain hadn’t let up yet after some time had passed. Hermione started shivering, and when Rhys noticed, he pulled her into his embrace to share some of his warmth, wrapping his arm around her. She felt a bit better, but the cold still bit fiercely, and the pain in her ankle was only getting worse. Still, she tried to hide her discomfort from Rhys. She didn’t want him to go out alone looking for a way out. What if he fell into a ditch in his haste? She couldn’t let that happen. She was still counting on him for that early retirement. She lifted her head, glancing at his face. His eyes were closed, and his head rested against the wall behind them. She saw his jaw and the faint stubble growing on it. She felt an urge to run her fingers through it but stopped herself. There was also a faint frown on his face as her brow scrunched together. Thunder clapped again in the sky, and she felt him flinch, his hold on her tightening. He’s done that three times now. “Are you afraid of the th

The next afternoon, Rhys informed her that their luggage had already been delivered to the yacht and they could go to the port straight from the hospital. After changing into fresh clothes, Hermione was discharged and was given a crutch to walk. On their way out, they encountered Markus, who was coming in with fresh roses. He paused when he saw them. Rhys's face immediately soured. Hermione's eyes flashed with anger. Why was Markus being so annoying? "What are you doing here, Mr. Vancroft?" Rhys cocked a brow. Markus looked between them, then at Hermione's leg, which she was supporting with the crutch. "Have you been discharged already? I came to give Hermione some flowers and also apologize for my actions last night. I did step out of line," Markus said. "You're still stepping out of line," Rhys replied. Markus raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not here to make trouble. But don't you think it's a little early to be taking her home? It's—" Rhys's hands clenched at his s

"I did?" Rhys asked, still teary. He shook his head. "I don't know what I did wrong." She smiled bitterly. "You used me." "I didn't." "You did," she said, anger slipping into her voice. Even drunk, he was still denying it. "You slept with me and made fun of me with your friends. I saw you that day in the rain with those boys. You said I was good for fucking, but you could never love me." His eyes widened, then narrowed. "I would never say that." "But you did. Think carefully. I want to know why you did that. I trusted you, Rhys. I loved you, and you hurt me like that without a second thought." Her eyes stung with tears as desperation crept into her voice. Rhys shut his eyes, as if it was all too much to take in. She scoffed and shook her head. Was he too ashamed to look at her now? She started to sit up and leave his room, but his arms caught her. He shook his head weakly. "Those boys were not my friends. They were part of a gang from my old neighborhood. They came looking f

They arrived at the show. The place was packed with various fashion icons and big faces in the entertainment industry. Owners of fashion houses flooded the venue. Hermione felt a little out of place. This wasn't her scene at all. Unlike her, Rhys had blended in pretty well, exchanging pleasantries with other CEOs who recognized him. She felt a little jealous at the attention he was getting. But she soon felt better when some people turned their attention to her. "Mrs. Huxley, I witnessed your prowess at Cleva's showcase. You were phenomenal," a regally dressed woman commented. "Thank you." She received a few more comments like that. Soon, Dean pushed through the crowd and met them. "You guys are here. Yvonne is in the back." He turned to her. "Do you want a backstage pass? You could see her before the show starts." Hermione smiled. "Look at you being a supportive boyfriend. Wait, are you her—" Dean smirked. "Yes. We're official. My hard work finally paid off." "More like He

Daphne massaged her neck with a painful grimace, still frozen in shock. She and Hermione had always had problems, but this was the first time Hermione had actually laid a finger on her and even threatened her on top of it. She barged into Robert's study with a scowl. "Robert, your daughter just tried to kill me," she snapped. "Stop exaggerating, Daphne," he answered without looking up. Daphne clenched her fists. Robert reminded her of their father a lot — so flippant about things that didn't bring them money or satisfy their greed. Sometimes, she wondered if he even had a beating heart. "Look up and see the bruises. She strangled me!" She stomped her foot. Robert finally glanced up at her, eyes flickering over the bruise now forming on her neck. She was expecting some sort of reaction, but Robert glanced back at the note he was studying. "She always had a