HEAVENLY PAIN MARRIAGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The midnight commotion began with a shock—Maximilian suddenly collapsing onto the cold kitchen floor.Panic surged through Ariadne, her thoughts racing as she scrambled to call for help. Within moments, a doctor arrived. He was a middle-aged man with an air of calm authority, his experience evident in the way he moved and spoke, even more so than Sloane, the family physician Ariadne was familiar with.Ariadne stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do. She kept telling herself it wasn’t her problem and that she didn’t care, yet she found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the room, watching anxiously as the doctor worked.The doctor’s assistant moved efficiently, helping to organize the necessary equipment and pack up after the examination was complete. Meanwhile, the doctor approached Ariadne, his sharp gaze studying her.Ariadne stiffened, trying to maintain her indifferent demeanor. She folded her arms and averted her eyes, as if her lingering pr

The atmosphere in the house had grown colder than usual since learning of Maximilian’s illness. The once faint but consistent effort Maximilian made to engage Ariadne in conversation had disappeared entirely, leaving an unsettling silence that stretched over several days.On the rooftop flower garden, Ariadne crouched down, tending to the delicate buds of her flowers, which were on the brink of blooming. The serene task usually brought her peace, but her mind wandered relentlessly to Maximilian and the last time they had shared a meal together."Is he offended by my question?" she muttered to herself, recalling the moment she had asked a sensitive question.Scoffing quietly, she added, "Turns out he’s a sensitive person after all." Her tone was laced with annoyance as she moved to another section of the garden. But just as she reached out to adjust a flower, she froze, startled by the sudden presence of a pair of feet beside her.She looked up sharply, her hands still gloved and duste

This was the highlight of the event that had prompted Maximilian to bring Ariadne along on his business trip: a celebration marking a collaboration and a symbol of Maximilian’s success. Yet Ariadne entered the grand hall alone. Maximilian had been delayed by urgent matters related to his business. Ariadne didn’t complain, but she was irritated—having to navigate a crowded space like this on her own was hardly enjoyable.The attendees glittered, clad in polished suits and gowns that seemed to sparkle with gemstones. The sheer radiance almost hurt her eyes.It wasn’t surprising that she felt a twinge of insecurity when their gazes landed on her, intentional or not. She couldn’t decipher their expressions, but she disliked them.“Maximilian, in the end, is just a selfish bastard!”Ariadne was furious, and she didn’t hold back from cursing her husband. Whether angry or not, Ariadne had never taken their marriage as seriously as others might expect. That was Ariadne Harper.As she moved fu

On the way home, there was only silence. Ariadne, who had been complaining about feeling sleepy earlier, now had her eyes wide open. Her drowsiness had faded, but the lingering tension kept her alert. She glanced at Maximilian, who drove calmly, as if he had already forgotten what he had done at the restaurant earlier.But Ariadne hadn’t.She still remembered it vividly, and for a brief moment, she regretted her decision to end up where Maximilian wanted. Why, then, did she falter when she so desperately wanted to confront him? It was deeply unsettling.“Did you enjoy the meal?” Maximilian asked, clearly looking for something to say.“It was alright.”“And the dance? Did you like it?”Ariadne held herself back. Maximilian was clearly doing this on purpose.“You know I didn’t enjoy anything I did with you,” she said, her voice sharp. “I held back, but honestly, I wanted to hit you for the vile things you said earlier. Are you trying to provoke me?”“What stopped you? You usually have w

Ariadne woke up in her penthouse, haunted by memories of the night before—her first kiss with Maximilian. The man responsible still lay asleep on the sofa, his white shirt slightly rumpled.She hesitated, her hand nearly brushing his shoulder before retreating. Was this the beginning of her letting go of hatred? Could one kiss dismantle her resolve? Her thoughts spiraled as she glanced at Maximilian’s serene face, an unsettling mix of cold beauty and quiet vulnerability. She touched her lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingering, and quickly pulled herself together, retreating to leave the room.But just as she turned, his hand caught hers. Maximilian was awake, his sharp gaze meeting hers.“Good morning,” he said softly. Caught off guard, Ariadne mumbled a reply, and only then did he release her.She muttered under her breath, “Sweet greetings after chaos,” and distanced herself. Yet, the “chaos” meant something different to each of them. While Ariadne wrestled with the kiss, Ma