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last update 公開日: 2026-10-21 01:05:43

Opal

Sleep never came.

I spent the hours between midnight and dawn pacing the hardwood floor of the hotel suite, watching the red digital clock on the nightstand march forward with agonizing precision. Three times I opened my laptop to draft an emergency cancellation email, concocting sudden illnesses, transit disasters, family emergencies—anything to pull the rip cord.

At four in the morning, I called Chloe.

"You do not run, Opal," Chloe’s voice had been fierce and gravelly with sleep, cutting
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    OpalThe crisp morning air in Central Park smelled of damp earth, roasted chestnuts, and fallen maple leaves. Sunlight filtered through the golden branches, casting long, warm patterns across the stone path leading down toward the Conservatory Water."Mommy! Look at the giant boats!" Oliver shouted, his sneakers skidding across the paving stones as he sprinted toward the ornamental pond where model sailboats glided across the rippling water."Oliver, stay on the walkway, please!" I called out, quickening my pace while holding Grace’s mittened hand.Grayson walked beside me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark pea coat, his chin tucked against the chill. He kept his usual measured rhythm, observing the stone bridges and wrought-iron lampposts with serious, analytical eyes.Near the bronze statue of Hans Christian Andersen, an older gentleman stood with his hands resting lightly on the crook of an umbrella, watching the model yachts bobbing in the autumn breeze. He wore a h

  • Ex wife Returns As My Father’s Fiancée    34

    GrahamThree.The word refused to leave my skull. It hammered behind my eyes with every step down the corridor of Morrison headquarters, paced beside me in the private elevator, and settled like lead on the edge of my desk.Three children in five years.For a woman to have three children in that span of time, they had to be born back-to-back—staggered across the calendar like clockwork. A pregnancy, an infant, another pregnancy, another birth, year after grueling year.The image made my stomach churn with an ugly, burning nausea. While I had spent eighteen hundred nights pacing an empty penthouse, staring out at the Manhattan skyline and wondering how a marriage could turn to ash in a single afternoon, Opal had built a whole nursery. She had welcomed another man into her bed, carried his children, let him hold her hand through labor, and built a loud, crowded home in the Georgia heat."You're going to break the glass, Graham."I blinked, my hand freezing around the crystal tumbler. I

  • Ex wife Returns As My Father’s Fiancée    33

    GrahamThe second project walkthrough took place on the fourth floor of the historic hotel, surrounded by stripped lathe, exposed brick, and the fine white dust of preliminary plaster removal.Arthur Vance and the lead site engineers flanked us, their voices echoing off the bare subfloors as they debated mechanical risers. Opal stood a few paces ahead, a yellow safety helmet perched over her pinned dark hair, clipboard resting easily in the crook of her arm.The explosive hostility of the boardroom had receded, replaced by a brittle, professional truce. She spoke directly to the structural team, pointing her laser level at the reinforced lintels with calm authority. Whenever our eyes crossed, neither of us flinched, but the air between us remained charged, thin, and humming like high-voltage wire.I barely heard a word the engineers said. Every fiber of my awareness remained locked on her—and on the four words Clara had delivered to my desk yesterday afternoon.Three dependents. Three

  • Ex wife Returns As My Father’s Fiancée    32

    SebastianRain lashed against the leaded glass windows of my private study on the Upper East Side. Outside, Manhattan was swallowed by autumn fog, but inside, the room was suffocated by a silence far colder than the weather.Arthur Vance sat in the high-backed wing chair opposite my mahogany desk, his tailored overcoat draped over the armrest. Between us lay a leather-bound folio containing the preliminary forensic audit of the records Graham had used to tear his marriage apart five years ago."Take your time, Sebastian," Arthur murmured, removing his wire-rimmed spectacles and wiping them with a silk handkerchief. "I wanted to be entirely certain before placing these pages in front of you."I didn't answer. My hands—steady through half a century of hostile takeovers and boardroom coups—felt strangely heavy as I turned the first page."Begin with the hospitality logs," I said, my voice low and gravelly.Arthur leaned forward, tapping a photocopied folio from the St. Regis. "The primar

  • Ex wife Returns As My Father’s Fiancée    31

    OpalThe brass handle of the suite door felt freezing against my palm.I took three long, measured breaths in the quiet hallway of the Brooklyn Heights residence, smoothing the lapels of my charcoal blazer and forcing the tremor out of my fingers. I couldn't carry the stench of that boardroom into the room with my children. I couldn't let them see the ghost that had just tried to pull me under.I pushed the door open, forcing a bright, steady smile onto my face. "I'm home!""Mommy!"Oliver came skidding across the hardwood runner in his stocking feet, nearly wiping out before catching himself on the arm of the sofa. "Look! The museum lady gave us stickers with real woolly mammoths!"Grace trotted over right behind him, waving a sheet of metallic stars. "And we got giant soft pretzels on the street, Mommy! They had so much salt!"I knelt down, dropping my heavy leather portfolio onto a side chair, and let their small, warm arms wrap around my neck. The familiar, sweet scents of vanilla

  • Ex wife Returns As My Father’s Fiancée    30

    GrahamThe glass doors of the boardroom had been shut for an hour, but the silence inside my private office was deafening.I sat behind my mahogany desk, three unread acquisition dossiers spread before me, unable to process a single digit. My pulse was still erratic, hammering against my ribs with the force of an unspent blow.In five years of bitter, sleepless nights, I had imagined seeing Opal again hundreds of times. In every one of those scenarios, the balance of power had belonged entirely to me. I had pictured her cornered, looking broke, looking desperate, or staring at the floor with the quiet shame of a woman who had gambled away a billionaire husband for a cheap hotel affair. I had envisioned her offering a tearful apology, or perhaps looking worn down by the harsh realities of the world outside the Morrison fortress.None of those fantasies resembled the woman who had just walked out of my boardroom.The woman who stood before me had looked straight through me with eyes of

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