Her Ex-husband's Deception のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Jason’s POV I remember the first time I saw Skylar. It was one of the worst days of my life, a day I wish I could erase from memory. I had just received the devastating news that my grandpa had passed away. We were incredibly close, and losing him felt like losing a part of myself. Numb and disoriented, I found myself sitting on a bench in the library, tears streaming down my face as I tried to process the loss. The library was usually a place of quiet refuge for me, but that day, it felt like the walls were closing in. I was too consumed by grief to care if anyone saw me crying. I must have looked like a mess, lost in my sorrow, when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked up through tear-blurred eyes and saw a girl sitting next to me. She couldn’t have been much younger than me, with a gentle, sympathetic expression on her face. “Here,” she said softly, handing me a tissue. “Thank you,” I managed to choke out, taking it from her. She didn’t ask why I was crying, which wa

Jason’s POV I never intended for Alexandra to become such an integral part of my life. When we first got together, it was purely physical. Our relationship started and continued for one reason alone—sex. I was in college, young, and hopelessly infatuated with Skylar, a girl who consumed my thoughts day and night. But I could never find the courage to tell her how I felt. “Jason, are you even listening?” Alexandra’s voice broke through my reverie. “Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking,” I replied, forcing a smile. “About what?” she asked, her eyes probing mine for a deeper connection. “Just... random stuff,” I lied. In reality, I was thinking about Skylar, as I often did. Even after two years with Alexandra, Skylar’s memory haunted me. I had graduated from college, and with it, any hope of confessing my feelings to Skylar had disappeared. I couldn’t even bring myself to speak to her once. Graduation brought a harsh sense of finality. Realizing that Skylar was out of reach, I tri

The weeks that followed were eerily uneventful. It was as though Jason had dropped off the face of the earth after his unsettling threats to become a happy family with Skylar, and their sons. Skylar settled back into her routine, trying to push the memory of Jason’s sudden reappearance and determination to the back of her mind. She focused on her children, her job, and her budding relationship with Pietro, who had been a comforting presence through it all. One Thursday, Skylar decided to invite Jason’s parents over. She wanted to catch up with them and inform them about Jason’s unexpected advance and sudden retreat. It was a rare sunny day in New York, and Skylar had set up a lovely spread in the backyard. With Emilio at work, the boys and Valentina were playing on the lawn, as it was a school holiday, their laughter filling the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil Skylar felt inside. “Mom, Dad, thank you so much for coming,” Skylar greeted warmly as James and Catherine stepped int

A couple of days later, Skylar finally managed to reconnect with Megan, a close friend from college. The reunion was filled with excitement as Megan hauled Skylar to her home, where her husband, Tom, another member of their college friend circle, greeted her warmly, their two years old son, on his hips. “Skylar! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” Megan exclaimed, hugging her tightly again as they settled down in the living room. Skylar smiled, feeling a comforting wave of nostalgia. “It’s great to see you too, Megan. And you, Tom. Who’s this cutie?” Tom grinned. “It’s been too long. This is Taylor, our fourth child and the only boy. The others are out with their uncle. So, what have you been up to since we graduated? How have been?” Skylar kept her response simple, although her smile dampened a little at the reminder of what her life had become. “Well, I got married but divorced four years ago. I have two boys from that marriage. They’re the best things that ha

James and Catherine Reynolds sat in their living room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken concerns. They exchanged troubled glances, each grappling with the reality of their son’s troubling behavior. They had been brooding over their conversation with Skylar and couldn’t help but feel guilty for the troubles their son had her go through. James broke the silence, his voice heavy with resolve. “We need to confront Jason, Catherine. This has gone too far. Maybe he’ll listen to us this time,” James said, his expression resolute. Catherine nodded, though her eyes were filled with hope and dread. “I just want him to understand that Skylar needs to be free to pursue her future. She deserves happiness.” They invited Jason over for dinner, hoping a familiar, comfortable setting might make him more receptive. Jason arrived at his parents’ home, greeted by the comforting smells of Catherine’s cooking. The dinner table was set with familiar dishes, a scene meant to evoke warmth and nostalg