Betrothed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Kelvin's POVThe doctor informed me about the changes they noticed in my mom's condition. Unlike before, he mentioned that her pulse was more balanced, and he discussed the ECG and how they concluded their report. The part that concerned me the most was the positive aspect he highlighted.My daily routine had settled into a regular pattern: checking on my mom and telling her exactly what she needed to hear about my relationship with Kim. I suspected that might even be what triggered the reaction they noticed in her. After that, I’d go to a nearby restaurant, and the rest of my day was spent talking with Bella on the phone.Sometimes we chatted, and sometimes we called. She’d first report on how things were going at the company, often rambling about her dislike for the vice president, before I updated her on my mom's health. Even though she had never met my mom, Bella had grown accustomed to hearing about her improvement. She was overjoyed when I shared the latest report from the docto

Kim's POVI rested my head in my hands, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. Confusion twisted inside me; I couldn’t comprehend how everything had spiraled out of control. One moment, we were in the courthouse, embarking on what should have been one of the happiest days of my life, and the next, we were engulfed by reporters. Their questions had sliced through the air, each one feeling like a dagger aimed directly at my heart.I was on the verge of tears, my lips still quivering as the shock of the incident left debris scattered throughout my mind. I felt so fragile as if I could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. I glanced over at Kelvin, sitting beside me, lost in his thoughts. It was as if an invisible wall had risen between us; neither of us could break through to the other.I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking. I knew it had to do with Bella, but the implications of our situation weighed heavily on me. How was I supposed to face the world after this? E

Noah's POV I'm driving, but my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one pulling me in a different direction. The road stretches out before me, but it feels like I’m stuck in a fog, battling against the weight of everything that’s been happening. I should have reached out to Sniper and Venom last night, but after putting Rachael to sleep, I just lost track of time. There's a nagging feeling in my gut that Juliet is somehow involved in all of this. It doesn’t make sense, but the instinct is there, gnawing at me like a persistent itch I can't scratch. Why her? What motive could she possibly have? Yet, the lack of any clear evidence only adds to the headache throbbing at my temples. I pull into the nearest store, the fluorescent lights flickering over the aisles as I head to the cookie section. I could have asked my old granny or my butler to whip something up, but it might be too late for that. I grab a pack of cookies, their sweet scent wafting up as I open the bag. Chocolate chip.

Kim's POVI'm sitting in the car, the world outside a blur of colors and sounds that feel so distant from me. Today marks one week and two days since I’ve been stuck with Kelvin. It’s a strange, unsettling routine we’ve fallen into, where every interaction feels scripted. We follow the terms of our agreement, which means I endure his sudden disappearances and unannounced returns, never allowed to question or confront him about his choices. Today, Mrs. Patterson is being discharged from the hospital, and my heart aches at the thought of what that means for us. I should feel excited, but instead, there’s a strange mix of relief and dread. I’ve been anticipating this break, convincing myself that it’s a step toward freedom. But beneath that, there’s a nagging worry: what will I do when the facade crumbles? We’ll have to put on our calm, happy couple act once more, pretending everything is fine. Kelvin has been more engaged lately, but only in the sense that he shares his thoughts with

Racheal's POV I'm heading to Noah's study, the place he's claimed as his sanctuary. It feels like a fortress now, one that I can’t breach. He hardly speaks to me unless it’s about our unborn child or Ariella. Ever since that dinner when he stormed out, he’s been lost in his thoughts, drowning in silence.As I approach the door, I pause for a moment, steeling myself. I can’t remember the last time we shared a genuine moment. I push the door open, relieved to find it unlocked. The morning sun filters through the window, illuminating the room, but it does nothing to warm the chill between us.Noah is hunched over his desk, engrossed in his work, his gaze fixed on a picture I can’t quite see. I peek in, hesitant, feeling like an intruder in our own home. He knows I’m here; I can sense it. Yet, he doesn’t look up. A familiar ache spreads through my chest. I miss him. I miss us.“I’ll be meeting with Kelvin and... nothing more,” I finally say, trying to break the tension. I wait for a resp