My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“Only if you agree to meet up” he answers. “Meet up?” I gasp. He's sounding like he's flirting with me. I hear him chuckle lightly “your friend said you'll be stubborn and I get it. It's not every day you get a husband as rich as Mr. Sinclair. So, I totally—”“Dear Lawyer, I am not going to meet up with you or anything like that. I already told you, I love my husband and we—” I stop when I hear the sound of the door slowly start to crack open and without thinking, I disconnect the call as Leonard's scent fills the room. He's fully dressed in a tracksuit. “I see you went for a run” I say and he nods his head. “Good morning” “Morning, did you sleep well?” He replies and I smile with a nod. I did sleep well. “I thought I heard you talking on the phone, who was that?” He asks and walks to the closet where he starts pulling off the damp clothes and throws them into the open cloth basket. “Oh!” I laugh and I smile “that was Maya. We haven't spoken in a while” I say, stopping myself

She's hopping up and down my bed, our—my husband and I—bed. She's moaning loudly and I stand there watching with disgust as the masculine hand controls her body with a firm strong looking hand. I feel so irritated and angry. Without thinking, I walk forward and pull her hair from behind only to be met by the worst nightmare of my life. It's Leonard. The man in question is Leonard. My heart starts to ache. My nose burns and my eyes stings as I look at his widened surprised eyes with so much hurt and confusion. He looks at me but doesn't say anything. Instead, he averts his gaze away from me. At least he has the decency to stop what he's doing while I'm standing there. And I'm left to wonder. What is happening? Why did he do this? What is wrong with me? What was I thinking when I agreed to all his pleas? What was I thinking when I convinced myself that Clara is a phase that would soon pass. What is wrong with me? I'm starting to feel a bit dizzy as every starts to feel clustered aroun

“I just want to say thank you for helping my husband,” she replies. I'm puzzled for a second wondering who her husband is. “And who is your husband?” I ask her. Instead of responding, she chuckles. “Thank you, okay? It's not my story to tell. You'll understand later—soon” she says before ending the call just when I open my mouth to say something to her. When I bring the phone off my ear, I gasp at it. It's rude to end calls on people just like that. I tap on the number and try to return the call but it doesn't connect. Sighing, I resign from the attempt and go back to sit with my father. “Was that him?” He asks but I shake my head. “No. It was a weird call but don't worry about it” I answer. We spend the whole afternoon talking about Mom and chatting about her high tuned voice when she was happy. We had grilled fish and a glass of orange juice. In the evening, I visit Maya's house and we go out to the beach. “Have Leonard at least called you?” She asks as we walk through

One week later, I'm seated in a cafe with Bar. Seb, sitting opposite me and two cups of coffee on our table. I still haven't heard from Leonard, not even a simple excuse for what happened. Sebastian brings out a file from his bag and places it on top of the table. “So,” he pulls out a document from the nude colored file. He pushes it towards me “Mr. Sinclair will sign this,” he says. “If he refuses, his company as a whole will be sued.” I take the paper document and go through it. When I'm done, I place it back on top of the table. Then, I sip my latte. “We'll invite him or book an appointment with him in his office” he explains but I shake my head, bringing the cup of coffee down from my mouth. “You don't have to worry about that. I'll take it to him.” I tell him.“Are you sure about this? He's a very stubborn person” he says and I tilt my head to the side wondering how he knows Leonard is stubborn or why he thinks so. “I mean,” he continues, feeding my curiosity. “People with as

While Maya talks to me and comforts me, my mind is far from the warm office space we’re sitting in, from what she's saying. I’m thinking of my next step, of everything that has happened, and how nothing makes sense anymore—until suddenly, it does. It all clicks together with a kind of frightening clarity. I’m going to leave Chicago. I’m going to take my baby and start all over again—this time, in New York.“I'm going to leave Chicago” I say abruptly, cutting her off mid-sentence.She pauses, blinking like I just spoke a different language. "What?”“I said, I'm leaving Chicago for good.” I repeated. My voice is clearer this time, firmer even.“Yeah, I heard you” she blinks her eye. “Where will you go? How will you manage on your own?” She asks. “To New York. I'll be fine eventually. So, don't worry much” I assure her. She reaches for my arm “don't you want me to come with you? I’ll quit my job and we’ll leave together. We’ve always figured things out together, haven’t we?” she says.