MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

My breath hitched, and for a moment, I froze in place. What was she doing here? Of all the places, of all the moments...Regina, with her perfectly styled hair and cold, calculating eyes, was walking straight toward me. Her expression didn’t falter as she recognized me, and I felt the unease bubbling up in my chest."Oh what an unlucky day to come across you here, Margarette," she greeted me coolly, her lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes."Likewise, Regina, likewise" I replied, my voice strained as I tried to remain calm. I wasn’t expecting this encounter. Not here, not now."What a surprise seeing you here. Window shopping, I assume? I mean, no offense, I doubt you even have any money left what you had taken from the Montefalcos." she asked, her tone deceptively casual as her eyes scanned me, taking in every detail.I swallowed hard. "Actually, I just pick up a new phone."Regina raised an eyebrow. "Oh, how lovely. Always the simple pleasures, hmm?"I bristled at her

After the party had settled down and the house had quieted, I wandered into the kitchen, where Aunt Lou and Letty were busy with the dishes. Despite the tiredness from the long day, they were still chatting and laughing softly as they worked. I smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment, but I couldn’t help offering to help.“Let me help,” I insisted, stepping toward the sink.Aunt Lou waved me off with her signature motherly look. “We’re almost done, child. There’s no need.”I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “You say that, but it looks like you’ve still got half the kitchen to clean up.”Letty giggled, handing me a towel. “Here, you can dry the plates if you insist.”I took the towel with a playful huff and started wiping down the dishes Letty handed me. The familiar rhythm of household chores, along with their presence, felt comforting after such an emotionally charged day.“So, Marga,” Letty started with a mischievous glint in her eye. “How are things going with you and Leon

Leon had left early that morning to meet with Jack, and I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that lingered after our conversation. He’d insisted that I stay behind, reassuring me that he’d feel more at ease if he knew I was safe inside the house. I understood his concern—after all, Justin was still out there, and we had uncovered more than enough to make him dangerous—but I couldn’t help feeling a little stifled. I wandered through the quiet house, feeling like I was a guest in my own life. Eventually, I found Aunt Lou in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepared breakfast with Letty.“Good morning,” I said, stepping into the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the air, but I didn’t feel hungry. Aunt Lou looked up and smiled warmly. “Morning, Marga. How are you feeling?”I forced a smile, not wanting to worry her. “I’m fine. Just… a little restless, I guess.”Letty glanced over from the stove, where she was flipping pancakes. “Can’t blame you for that.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts spiraled back to the call I’d received from Justin earlier that morning. His voice had been neutral and bothered me. Justin had to bother calling me so that he could say that he wanted to meet. Part of me knew it was a terrible idea—a trap, maybe—but another part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that meeting with him might somehow lead to a resolution. It made me wonder if this nightmare could really end with just one conversation.I knew Leon would be furious if he found out. He’d gone to such lengths to protect me, keeping me under watch and making sure I was never alone. His elite security was always one step behind, keeping a close eye on my every move. Escaping their notice wasn’t going to be easy. But the idea of finally confronting Justin gnawed at me. What if I could end this? What if all it took was talking things out?The complexity of getting caught before I even had the chance to meet Justin weighed heavily on me. One wrong m

The tension between Leon and me hung in the air long after our conversation ended. He had left the room, and I sat alone, staring at the spot where he’d knelt in front of me, asking for my trust. I wanted to give it to him, but Justin’s words kept circling in my mind, taunting me.Was Leon protecting me, or was he protecting himself?Hours passed, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was at play. The shadows of the house felt heavier than usual, like they were holding secrets I wasn’t meant to uncover. I needed to get some fresh air, clear my head, and think without Leon hovering nearby.I grabbed my jacket and quietly slipped out the back door. The night was cool, the breeze soft against my skin as I stepped into the garden. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows over the grass. I walked aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to piece together what Leon had said."He’ll only try to manipulate you, Margarette, you can’t trust anything he says."I wra