THE WIFE YOU LEFT의 모든 챕터: 챕터 191 - 챕터 200

AVERY’S POV: Wilder sat down on the chair opposite mine. “I have a daughter now,” I said softly, still staring at one of the old pictures on the wall. My fingers grazed the frame. “Her name is Sea. Axel’s daughter from his first marriage.” Wilder blinked. “Sea?” “She’s the most incredible little girl I’ve ever met,” I said with a quiet laugh. “So full of light. And love. It’s like she chose me first, before I could even figure myself out.” I turned to him, heart full. “And… I’m pregnant too.” Wilder’s eyes widened. He rose slowly, his mouth falling open. “You’re serious?” he asked, stepping closer like I might disappear again if he didn’t close the distance. “Yes,” I smiled, taking his hand and placing it gently on my stomach. “You’re going to be a grandfather.” He let out a breathless laugh, rubbing my stomach with both palms, the joy practically radiating from him. “A grandfather,” he whispered, then chuckled. “Avery, I—I don’t even have the words. This… this is more than I ever hop

AXEL’S POV:For the first time since Ryan’s birthday, every seat at the table was filled — including the one belonging to Altherio.He sat at the far end of the long, hand-carved table, hunched slightly forward, his knuckles resting on polished wood like claws itching to draw blood. His jaw was locked tight, eyes burning straight through me with a rage that hadn’t cooled. If looks could kill, he would’ve strangled me on the spot and dumped my body on this very floor.I didn’t expect him to show. I’d half-wagered that his anger wouldn’t let him step foot into any room I summoned him to. But here he was — breathing heavy like a bull in a ring, nostrils flaring with the kind of hate only betrayal could birth. Or maybe it was just fear, wearing anger’s mask.The room I chose was no ordinary place. It was the kind of place only money and power could rent — discreet, sophisticated, and built like a fortress. Walls lined with floor-to-ceiling dark oak. Heavy crystal lights above us glinting

AVERY’S POV:The tension was molten now. The kind that made skin prickle and lungs tighten.I raised my chin. “It’s okay if you want to kick against me taking over my husband’s position.” My voice rang clear and proud across the room. “But know this—doing so would be a declaration of war.”A thick silence followed. Then, a voice came through.“Why should we be afraid?” Don Quinnton asked, leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his richly woven maroon hanbok. He was the oldest among them—well into his sixties, face wrinkled but alert, every sharp line around his eyes holding decades of judgment. His silver hair was slicked back with an almost obsessive neatness, and his jade ring gleamed like a warning.I didn't take the time to observe his appearance earlier. But now, I was forced to.“Because you have the capacity to fight back?” he asked, arching a brow. “All of us, if we joined forces to take you out?”I didn’t answer immediately.Instead, I let my eyes move across the table,

AXEL’S POV:“I choose Axel,” Valerio said. “I may not like how things were handled, but I know the man I’m dealing with. The devil I know is better than the saint that just walked in with a woman wearing a death dress.”"Dad, you can't be serious," Esmeraya said with displeasure."Quiet, child. Stay out of grown folks' business," Vaerio hushed Esmeraya.“I second that,” Donatella added, rising. “You’ve led us for years, Axel. If your crime was having leverage and trusting the wrong person, that’s more human than wicked. I can live with a human.”Orlando stood too. “You protected my ports and tripled my supply line. You’re not perfect, but I trust you.”“Same,” Matteo nodded. “You have ensured that I never had issues with the authorities here and have never collected past twenty percent. That kind of loyalty buys mine.”Ryder rose last, looking conflicted. “This is a mess. You’ve both done things… but Axel—you never lied about who you are. That matters to me. Ryan, who seemed so loyal,

AXEL’S POV:Ryan’s voice twisted behind me, but I didn’t hear what he said. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting to them.I sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the confusion in the corridors, the alarms that hadn’t started yet but would. I could feel it in my bones—something terrible was coming.But I was too late.The explosion hit.A deafening boom.Then everything went white.The floor buckled beneath me. Walls fractured like dry bones. Ceiling panels collapsed in bursts of smoke and fire. Shards of glass rained like knives. Flames leapt into the corridor like they’d been waiting.I slammed into the floor, rolling hard, coughing through the dust and grit.Chaos surged all around me.Screams.Metal creaking.Someone crying out for help.“Get back!” I barked, pushing to my feet as emergency sprinklers hissed above. “Everyone out—now! Secure the west wing and evacuate the lower floors!”Baron’s voice punched through the smoke on the comms.“We’ve got breach teams