His to Consume のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Lena's POV He realized that this was not only about the wedding or the deal. It was about the unwinding thread of a relationship that once seemed solid, built on mutual respect and understanding. Somewhere along the way, that condition had started to fray, and now, here I was forced to sew it back together.My phone rang no sooner had the vibration stopped as I received another call from Damien. I didn't know whether to answer or not since I had no idea what to expect from him now. The last time we talked, I said a firm no to the help he offered, although part of me did appreciate what he had tried to do.“Lena,” his voice came from the loudspeaker, smooth and confident as always. I wanted to check in. How are you holding up?”Sighing and leaning on the window frame, I answered, “I’m managing.” That was me trying to keep my tone even. “But there’s a lot to figure out.”“I know,” he said. “I don't expect you to do it on your own.” If you change your mind concerning my offer, I'm here.

Lena's POV The days afterward became somewhat of a blur due to meetings, phone calls, and strategy sessions. I had to be on my toes all the time because all I could think of was how and where to keep maintaining the lead. But no matter the work, one thought would not leave me alone: marriage. Grant had agreed to go ahead, but the precipice between us seemed so palpable. It was not merely the heat of the deal; it was something deeper, something unsaid. I could not push it aside any longer.I knew that as the weekend approached, I had to speak with him. The man was evading the truth no longer. Pretending that everything is okay can't go on...with a looming wedding. Time to find out if we really want it this way or are really trapped.That night, after a long day at work, I rolled up to Grant's apartment. I knocked at the door with no niceties, and he opened the door for me. The first thing that caught my attention was his eyes-the same exhausted, haggard look that had been haunting my

Lena's POV I couldn't believe it. The weight bore down on me like a ton of bricks as I walked into the grand, candle-lit church, my heels all the while clicking sharply against the marble floor around me. Roses and lilies filled our air along with the faint sound of a string quartet playing in the background. Everything looked so perfect, so immaculate, as if this was some kind of dream I didn't belong in. But that was it; I stood at the back of the church to witness the marriage of ex-husband Grant to ex-girlfriend Cassidy.There was no knowing how I had ended up at this event and even less why I allowed myself to say yes to attending. The only thing that mattered was the deal I had to secure. I was here for business, not for love, not for any personal vendettas, even though I couldn't deny the bitter taste in my mouth as I watched them stand at the altar. This was a business transaction wrapped in a veil of romance. I was never superstitious enough to think that one day I would be

Lena's POV His words flooded over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under. I wanted to be angry, to scream at him for his complete recklessness, but part of me-a small, fragile part-wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe he meant every word. "Just what do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You can't just get up and decide in the middle of your wedding that you want me." That's not how this works, Grant. "I know I messed up," he said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I used to make so many mistakes, Lena." But not again will I be able to leave you.”I shook my head, as I could feel storm-like emotions swirling inside me. "Do you even know what you just did? This is more than just a thing between us, Grant. There are real and tangible consequences. Cassidy, your family, my reputation, how am I supposed to face any of those after this?" "I will fix it," he said positively, with blazing eyes. I don't care what it takes; I will do whatever is r

Lena's pov I turned around, unable to hold his gaze any longer. And whether my body trembled because of the cold rain or from a cacophony of emotions raging inside me, I do not know. My clothes stuck to my skin. And I wrapped my arms around myself, as though it might shield me from him and that gaze that measured into me as if he might still care.While I stood still as a statue, he spoke to me softly, whispering, "Lena, you do not need to do it alone anymore". Bitter laughter choked out of me when I shook my head and stepped back, trembling slightly. "What is it you want to know, Grant? " What exactly do you think I've been doing?" He turned at me, glaring fury into my eyes. "Oh no! You don't get to swoop in after years of silence, disrupt my life, drag me to some godforsaken resort, and act like you're my savior. That is not how this works."He ran a hand through his wet hair, frustration evident on his face. "You think I don't know how much I've hurt you? You think I don't reply