Mag-log inElijah Dawson had everything—a billion-dollar empire, a name that commanded respect, and the kind of life others could only dream of. By 20, he’d conquered the business world, turning his love for cars into an empire. But there’s one thing he can’t own: Eloise Hart, his late brother’s wife, and the woman who’s haunted him for years. Eloise is chaos in human form. Tattooed, reckless, and unapologetic, she lives her life with zero regrets. The world sees her as a disaster waiting to happen, a woman who drags Elijah’s name into scandal every chance she gets. But what they don’t know is that she’s the one woman he’s never been able to let go. Elijah knows he should stay away, that every time he’s near her, he risks losing everything—his reputation, his empire, and the respect he has to his late brother. He swore he’d never cross that line, but how long can he resist when Eloise is the one thing he’s always wanted but could never have? Because for Eloise, she could fuck every man on the planet, but not him. Not her brother-in-law.
view more「彼と結婚してからもう二十年が経つのね……」
暁(あかつき)家の令嬢であり、今は神宮司夫人である瀬奈(せな)は広い部屋でポツリと呟いた。
彼女は今日もある人物を待ち続けている。来るはずがないとわかっていながらも、瀬奈は二十年間ずっと彼の来訪を心待ちにしているのだ。
「一体どこから私は間違えてしまったのかしら……」
ベッドサイドに腰かけた瀬奈は、彼と初めて出会ったときのことを思い浮かべた。
「初めまして、神宮司湊斗です」
「……」
神宮司湊斗(じんぐうじみなと)と名乗った彼に、強く心惹かれたのを瀬奈は今でも覚えている。一目惚れだったのかもしれない。
サラサラの黒い髪、高い鼻梁、切れ長の美しい瞳、幼いながらに整った顔立ち。瀬奈は一瞬にして彼に心を奪われてしまった。
暁グループの令嬢だった瀬奈と、神宮司財閥の御曹司だった湊斗。
二人は許嫁だった。そのことを父親から聞かされたとき、瀬奈はとても喜んだ。彼女にとって初恋の相手であり、愛する湊斗と結婚できるのだと。
しかし、彼のほうはそうではなかった。
湊斗は瀬奈との婚約中、多くの女性と浮名を流した。学校の同級生、年上の社会人、父親が経営する会社の社員にまで。彼は相手の身分関係なく手を出した。
瀬奈は自分には指一本触れないにもかかわらず、他の女性と関係を持ち続ける湊斗に不満がないわけではなかった。しかし、彼に嫌われるのを恐れていた瀬奈は何も言うことができなかった。
「結婚前に遊びたいだけだろう。神宮司家の正妻になれるのだから、それくらいは目を瞑りなさい」
父親は湊斗が遊んでいることを知っていたが、瀬奈に我慢しろと言った。
両親からも味方してもらえなかった瀬奈は、必死で自分に言い聞かせた。
彼女たちはただの遊びであり、自分は神宮家の夫人となる女だ。だから結婚すればきっと自分だけを見てくれる、とそう信じていた。
しかし、現実は残酷だった。
湊斗は結婚してもなお、瀬奈の元には訪れることなく、愛人の元で夜を過ごした。そのことを責めた瀬奈に、彼は言い放った。
「お前を愛することはできない、これからは俺の行動に口を出さないでくれ」
彼の目は初めて出会った頃とは別人のように冷たかった。
それから湊斗は瀬奈に指一本触れることなく、多くの愛人を囲い、彼女たちとの間に五人もの子供をもうけた。そのうちの誰かに会社を継がせるつもりのようだ。
「奥様ったら、今日も一人ぼっちでいるわ」
瀬奈は湊斗の帰ってこない邸宅に一人取り残された。彼は今日もきっと愛人たちの住む家へ帰っているのだろう。
しかし、湊斗を愛している彼女は毎日のように彼を待ち続けた。自分の元へ来るわけがないとわかっていながらも。
そんなことを続けているうちに、二十年という歳月が経過していた。瀬奈と湊斗はお互いに三十八歳となった。
彼女は既に子を望めるような年齢ではなくなり、湊斗のほうも新しく愛人となった若く美しい女に夢中になっていると聞いている。
瀬奈の中で、何かが音を立てて崩れ落ちて行くようだった。
二十年という年月はあまりにも長すぎた。彼女の心は既に限界を迎えていた。
翌朝、心配そうに彼女に声をかけたのは湊斗の秘書だった。
「奥様……」
普段別邸で暮らしている湊斗の私物を取りに来る彼は、たびたび瀬奈とも顔を合わせていた。神宮司家で彼女を気にかけてくれていた数少ない人だ。
「今日も湊斗は愛人のところにいるんでしょう?」
「そ、それは……」
彼の秘書・中田一馬(なかたかずま)が言いづらそうに視線を逸らした。
知ったところで今さら驚きもしない。湊斗が瀬奈の元を訪れることなど、この二十年間数えるほどしかなかったのだから。
それでも彼女は彼のことを信じて待っていたが。
「いいのよ、わかっているから」
「……」
彼はうつむいた。瀬奈が辛い思いをしていることを知っておきながら、何もしてあげられないことに罪の意識を抱いていた。
しかし、今日の瀬奈の表情はいつもと違うと、彼は思った。これまでは湊斗に対する希望を見せていたにもかかわらず、今はどこか諦念に似たものを彼は感じた。
「中田さん、私最後に行きたい場所があるの。よかったら付き添ってくれない?」
「は、はい!奥様!」
”最後”という言葉に疑問を感じながらも、中田は彼女について行った。
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