Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

At that moment, the room felt like it had shrunk, pressing in on Hannah from all sides. Her breath was shallow, her heartbeat heavy. The letter sat at her feet, mocking her, taunting her. Whoever had sent it wasn’t just trying to scare her—they were making a statement.Just then, Ethan and Lucian stormed in, the tension from their earlier conversation still hanging between them. But the moment Ethan’s eyes landed on her pale face and the paper on the floor, his expression shifted from frustration to concern. “Hannah?” His voice was low and steady, but Hannah didn’t speak. She just pointed at the letter.Ethan moved fast, quickly bent down, picked up the letter, and scanned it.Lucian hovered over his shoulder. The moment he read the words, his entire body went rigid. “You should have died that night?” he repeated, his voice tight with anger. “What the hell—”“It was left at the police station,” Hannah managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “No witnesses. No security footag

“Well,” Lucian cleared his throat, after what felt like an eternity of silence. “You can’t say “he died because of you” because technically, he’s still alive.”Ethan looked at Lucian, the truth hitting him afresh. Anderson was alive.“Oh my gosh! That’s true. He’s alive. Anderson is alive. The letter clearly says “You should’ve died that night.” There’s only one night and there’s only one person who could send something like that. Anderson.” The burst of excitement snapped, leaving Ethan with another thought. “Except… someone else knows about that night and is now using it to threaten me.“Lucian’s smirk faded instantly. His heart sank along with the tone of Ethan’s voice. “If it is the latter, then we have a problem on our hands.”“We?” Ethan turned to face him.“Yes, we. You don’t think I’ll let you do this alone, do you?”“It’s my job to take care of my business…”“It’s my job to take care of you while you take care of your business.”Ethan leaned back, staring at Lucian defeatedl

Lucian swallowed hard. His tiny glimmer of hope dimmed.As he stood there, thinking, recalculating his next move. The tracker had led him here but Ethan was nowhere in sight. His eyes flickered across the quiet gas station. The few patrons around seemed exhausted, barely paying attention to their surroundings. He exhaled sharply, then approached a young attendant helping herself to a cup of coffee. “Excuse me,” Lucian said, pulling out his phone. “Have you seen this man? He was here, I’m sure of it.”The young woman frowned and glanced at the photo, then shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t think so.”Lucian moved on, asking a few more people, but their responses were the same. Lucian ruled that either they hadn’t noticed, or they were too tired to care because, to him, Ethan was difficult to miss. He was outstanding even in a crowd full of people. It’s how he first saw him. It’s how first noticed him. It seemed like just yesterday when he walked into the conference room of about fifty

Lucian paced. He couldn’t help it. His body was too charged, his mind too overwhelmed to stay still. His breaths came in sharp, measured inhales as he kept his eyes on Anderson.Ethan hadn’t moved. He was still kneeling beside his cousin, gripping his arm as if afraid that if he let go, Anderson would disappear again. His lips moved in whispers, too low for Lucian to hear. Maybe he was apologizing. Maybe he was making promises.Lucian clenched his jaw. He could hear the distant wail of sirens now, cutting through the silence of Greenville’s ruins. Help was coming. But was it fast enough? He didn’t know how Anderson had managed to survive this long, but one thing was sure, if he hadn’t gotten any help soon, he might not make it much longer anymore.His eyes flickered to Ethan. The man had barely reacted to anything else since they found Anderson. The emotions flickering across his face were too raw to name, shock, disbelief, agony, relief. All tangled into something indescribable.Luci

As Ethan entered the room again, his heart sank as he saw Anderson. He looked even worse than he was before. Ethan hesitated for a moment, and then pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down, gripping the armrest tightly.This time around, Lucian stood by the door, arms crossed and his eyes scanning the room like he expected danger to come crashing through at any moment. Somewhere deep down, he knew Anderson was not in the clear yet. Not while he was still in this hospital.Ethan barely noticed, Lucian’s demeanor. He reached out, hesitating before lightly grasping Anderson’s wrist. It was cold. Too cold.His throat felt tight. “You have to wake up,” he whispered. “You have to tell me who did this.”Anderson didn’t move.Ethan exhaled shakily, his grip tightening. “I thought you were dead. Do you get that? I—” His voice wavered, and he clenched his jaw. “I grieved you. And now you’re back, but you’re barely here, and I—”He shook his head, frustration burning beneath his skin. “Damn