My Ex-Husband is Out of Control のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 511 - チャプター 520

Emily’s POV“I think it’s your turn to chop the firewood,” I called out to Chris, balancing a basket of freshly picked herbs on my hip. The crisp air nipped at my cheeks, the forest surrounding our cabin alive with the rustling of leaves and the faint chirping of birds. It was peaceful here, simple. But simplicity often came with a price: vigilance.Chris looked up from the small stack of logs near the cabin’s edge, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “I did it yesterday,” he replied with mock indignation, his lopsided grin breaking through his tired expression. “Besides, I’m busy perfecting my stew.”I laughed softly, stepping onto the wooden porch. “That’s fair. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your masterpiece.”Inside the cabin, the air was warm and smelled of the comforting blend of woodsmoke and rosemary. Yet even in this serenity, the shadow of Les Ombres Écarlates loomed over us. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt truly at ease.As I set the herbs on the kitchen count

Elijah’s POVThe silence was suffocating as I leaned forward, my gaze locked onto Lennon’s. His composure was good—too good—but I’d spent years reading people, and I could see it: the faint tension in his shoulders, the barely perceptible wariness in his look. He was hiding something.I let the silence stretch before I spoke with a deliberate tone. “You care about Morgana and Lila, don’t you?”Lennon’s head snapped toward me, his jaw tightening. “Of course I do,” he said sharply. “What kind of question is that?”“Then you should understand why this is a problem,” I continued without flinching. “The threats against the cafe, the vandalism, and now these connections to Les Ombres Écarlates—it all paints a troubling picture. If you’re involved, in any way, you’re putting them directly in harm’s way.”Lennon’s grip on his wine glass tightened, his knuckles whitening. “Those matters are being handled by the investigators and the lawyer,” he said tersely. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”“Yet som

Sophia’s POVThe gentle strains of jazz music drifted through the room as Kayla and I walked into the upscale hotel bar. The warm lighting reflected off polished wood and sleek glass fixtures, giving the place an intimate, sophisticated ambiance. Waitstaff floated gracefully between the plush chairs and tables, carrying trays of cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. I inhaled deeply, letting the atmosphere settle over me like a comforting blanket. Tonight was about unwinding, about enjoying something for ourselves.“This is perfect,” Kayla said beside me, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I can’t even remember the last time we did something like this.”I laughed softly. “Me neither. Feels like we’re breaking out of the mom-and-wife bubble for a night.”“And I’m here for it,” she quipped, nudging me playfully. “Let’s grab a seat.”We found a cozy corner booth with an excellent view of the small stage, where Adrian’s piano awaited its masterful touch. Just as we settled in, a familiar figure appear

Sophia’s POVThe world around me seemed to shrink as I stared up at the man I’d bumped into. There was something hauntingly familiar about his deep blue eyes, the way they seemed to search mine, as if he were looking for something long lost. My heart raced, my mind scrambling to place him. Where have I seen him before?He took a step closer, his expression softening, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Sabrina…”The way he said that name, so quietly yet with undeniable certainty, sent a shockwave through my entire being. My breath hitched as a memory came crashing into my mind, vivid and startling.I was standing in front of the mural at the ice cream parlor, my hands smudged with bright splashes of paint. My younger self beamed with pride as I carefully painted the finishing touches—a swirl of pastel blue for the sky.“Careful,” a familiar voice teased. “You’re gonna drip paint everywhere.”I turned to see a boy standing nearby, his

Sophia’s POVAs I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t help but think about the kids back home with the nanny. Reese had been excited about her playdate tomorrow, Roxy was fixated on a new puzzle she wanted to finish, and Jared had insisted on showing Elijah his latest drawing. Elijah, however, had been swamped with work. His meeting had run late, and despite wanting to come tonight, he’d apologized and urged me to go ahead without him.“It’s fine,” I had told him. “You’ve been doing so much already. I’ll just catch up with Luana and Lucas.”He said he vaguely remembered Lucas, the scrawny kid who was always hanging around me. According to him, he’d never been jealous, though, because what he and Sabrina had at that time was truly special. I’d laughed at the thought, and I even had a faint memory of a similar conversation we had before about Lucas. At least my husband’s not the jealous type, I thought with relief. He trusts me completely. And now, here I was, stepping into the warmly