The Unwanted Wife: Revenge After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

AMELIA There was a muted buzz of conversation in the room as I waited for the entire staff to assemble. Soon, the girl in charge of the showroom display came in and the door was shut. "That's everyone, I suppose," I said to no one in particular. "Yes," said Rose. I nodded, looked around at all the staff of my bakery. "Some of you, if not most of you must have heard of the city's project that I'm handling." There were nods from most of them and murmurs of assent and a few calls of 'congratulations, ma'am.' "Well, the project has added to my many responsibilities. But before I continue, I will like to thank you all for your help in winning the award. Your contributions are noted and appreciated. That being said, to be able to cope with all that I am supposed to be doing, I will no longer be coming to work here as frequently as I used to. To help me manage the bakery full time... I give you Rose." Rose, staring and then beaming as she realized the import of what I had said,

NOAH “How?!” “How did it happen?!” “Is this a terrible dream?” As I sat in the back seat of my car, tears pooling in my eyes, I couldn’t stop these thoughts from flitting into my mind. They were driving me crazy, or maybe that was what I needed. I needed to just let everything go. I couldn’t believe that Lucy would betray me after everything I’d done for her. How could she? She was nothing but a fashion designer when she met me. Nothing! I was the important one, the man who had everything I wanted. Who did she think she was? My pain shifted to anger as I thought about her. She ruined my life, she took everything from me. How could I let her get away with all these? No. I wouldn’t. I returned home furious. The long drive from the hospital to my house had not done anything whatsoever to calm me down or change my mind about Lucy. My fingers were hooked into claws and twitched spasmodically as the driver brought the car to a stop in front of my house. I could

AMELIA I sat in the hospital's waiting room, fancying I could still hear Lucy's screams. In actual fact, I couldn't. The moment I had gotten her to the hospital, several nurses had wheeled her away into the labour room which was quite far away from where I was sitting. Between Lucy and I was a long corridor, several wards and a closed door. I sighed, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Its hands seemed not to have only moved an inch for the last five minutes. Was itonly five minutes that had passed? It actually felt like fifty to me. With another sigh, I settled back into my seat. I had just been about to ask a doctor, a nurse, anyone if Lucy had given birth yet though I knew she hadn't. It was much too soon. I raked my fingers through my hair. Damn! The suspense was killing me. I kept seeing the fear and panic on Lucy's face as she realized the baby was about to come, and for some reason, seeing firsthand what a woman went through just before the birthing process began

AMELIA "Perfect," I sighed when I stepped back to survey the dinner table. I stepped forward, made a few tiny adjustments to the place mats and then it was truly perfect. I had invited Queenie over to the house for dinner and she was due at any moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried away to the front door to show Queenie into the house. “I hope you’re not mad I’m a bit late,” she said the moment I opened the door. “Of course not. Come in. I just made dinner.” I said. She began sniffing the air the moment she stepped over the threshold. "Something smells really good in here," she smiled. “I can see you’re still the chef I know.” "No, it doesn't," I said with a laugh. "I cooked in the kitchen, not here." "Fine then. Where's dinner? Let's start eating already." I shook my head, and glanced at my watch. "Not yet. We will have to wait a bit. Damian is not home yet." Queenie and I sat, chatting to pass the time while I waited for

DAMIAN I knew Anton was watching me. I turned a little in my seat to see him actually doing that. I sighed. I supposed I was being very obvious. Something was bothering me and try as I might, I couldn't shake it off. "Ah. I knew you would finally get to it," Anton said lightly the moment I opened my mouth. In no mood for any form of levity, I waved off his words. "Something is wrong with Amelia," I said. "But I can't just figure out what it is. It's not for lack of trying." "Ah." Anton said again as he took one leg off the top of the table in my office. "This... problem of yours must have a root, does it not?" "Yeah. Well..." I thought back to the dinner we had with Anton and Queenie days ago. That day had changed everything. "The other day she threw up and the first thing that came to mind was pregnancy. I thought she was pregnant-" "And is she?" Anton asked quickly. "No. She isn't. She told me that herself. I then I apologized for my mouth running away with me." A