Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 330

SavannahIt started with an email that simply said, “See me in my office, urgent.” There was no subject, no context, just that one line sitting in my inbox like a tiny time bomb waiting to go off. I stared at it longer than I should have, hoping maybe it would delete itself or turn out to be a mistake. But no such luck. Professor Maddox didn’t mess around. And she definitely didn’t send messages like that for good news.By the time I got to campus, my stomach felt like it had a permanent knot. The hallways looked brighter than usual, too clean, and too polished, like the walls themselves were mocking me for even showing up. I passed a group of students laughing by the vending machine, their carefree chatter bouncing off the walls, and I couldn’t help but think about how long it had been since I’d felt that light or even actively participated in this environment. Lately, everything in my life felt heavier, Julian’s distance, Colleen’s sudden quietness, it was like that strange sense th

SavannahI didn’t sleep much that night when I got back home. Every time I closed my eyes, Uriel’s voice slithered back into my head like smoke. ‘He wasn’t exiled for murder.’ The words echoed over and over, blurring with the sound of the ceiling fan and the occasional creak from the old pipes in my apartment.By morning, I’d convinced myself it didn’t matter. People like Uriel thrived on chaos. She wanted me to question Colleen, to pull at threads until everything unraveled. And I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.At least, that’s what I told myself as I stared at my reflection brushing my hair. My eyes looked tired, and my face was a shade paler than usual. I gave myself a small nod and muttered, “You’re fine. You’re not losing it.”By the time I reached the university, the sun was already out, and like always, the students moved around in their usual morning blur with coffee cups, laughter, and papers fluttering like wings. For a moment, everything looked perfectly normal

JulianThere’s a certain kind of silence that can tell you more than words ever could. I started hearing it in Savannah weeks before I finally admitted it to myself, the quiet pauses, the careful tones, the way she smiled without letting her eyes follow through. At first, I thought she was just tired. We all were. Between the long nights at the warehouse, the endless meetings, and the tension hanging over everything, it made sense. But then the replies to my texts got shorter. Calls went unanswered. And when I did see her in school, she treated me like someone she barely knew.I’d walk into the lecture hall and see her sitting beside some random student, laughing at something small they said, even though the sound barely reached me. Sometimes, she’d glance my way for a second, just long enough to make me think she was about to walk over, but then she’d turn away, focus back on whatever file or note was in front of her. I tried to tell myself not to care. I told myself it didn’t matte

JulianHowever, by the time I got home, I couldn’t bear the chaos running through my head again, and so I called her. I didn’t think she’d pick up, but shortly after the phone rang, she answered. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and then she drew a deep breath and asked, “Why did you call me this late, Julian?”That was my cue to tell her the truth, to tell her everything, but still it didn’t seem so easy. However, I knew it had to be done, and so I drew in a deep breath, sat down, and told her everything.For a long time after I told her, neither of us said anything. It was one of those silences that doesn’t just hang in the air, but sinks. Savannah’s breath came slow and shaky through the phone, and it told me she was trying hard to make sense of something that didn’t make sense. I could almost see her pacing, her eyes darting to the wall like she was trying to read the truth written somewhere there.“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” she asked again, this time quieter. It w

JulianI sat outside the safehouse in my car, staring ahead on the road with the engine off, reflecting upon the silence, trying to make the same decision I’d been contemplating since yesterday. The sky outside was a muted gray, the kind that made everything look a little heavier than it already was, and I found myself staring out the windshield without really seeing anything. My hands rested on the steering wheel, and my knuckles were pale from how tightly I gripped it and the longer I sat there, the more it felt like time wasn’t moving at all. Just me, frozen in the middle of a mess I had walked into blindfolded.The worst part was knowing Savannah now knew everything. All the things I had kept tucked behind my teeth, all the danger I had pretended I could handle alone, it was all out in the open. She hadn’t yelled or cried, and hadn’t even sounded shocked when I told her. She just seemed disappointed. I could still hear it in my head, sharp even in the silence.It was so exhausting