Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

It was afternoon. We woke up at eleven a.m, which was to expected considering we went crazy yesterday roaming around like we were renowned travelers. We skipped breakfast, and we agreed on having late lunch since we thought we’d be going down anyway once we finished.The room inside our suite where we were all in was buzzing with the usual sound of beauty rituals—the low hum of a hairdryer, the sharp snap of compact closing, rustling of makeup brushes against our skin. The air was also thick, and it was mixed with setting spray and floral perfume, the scent of a new tiring yet adventurous day about to begin. For a few fleeting moments, this was normal. It was just us, getting ready in our pace like we didn’t care if it was past twelve thirty. We were lost in the routine of mascara wands and lipstick swatches. Conversations that didn’t seem to end even when we already had lots of it in the past days.I was sitting in front of the vanity, carefully blending out the last strokes of my

The sun was setting lower on the horizon, and a warm golden light was beginning to caught up to us as we walked leisurely down Dubai's busy streets, filled with life. The hot muggy air that we had slowly come accustomed to cloaked us. Still, our surrounding was heavy with the sweet aroma of various spices and the drifting smell of freshly baked bread from the street vendors— which made it a lot tolerable.I mean, we were definitely seduced with all of them lining up in each side— contributing the overall vintage look of the street."We need to hurry and walk quickly," Abby said, gazing upward at the openness of the sky with determination. "The sun will set below the horizon in just a few hours. We still have to visit the famous snack bar around here before we go to our final destination today.""Then let's not waste a moment," Alicia agreed, already walking in the direction of a small, old-fashioned café that was placed in a snug space between two gargantuan high-rise buildings, match

My heart was ramming fast inside my chest as I rushed through the hospital entrance to find Elon. I was short of breath, and my mind was screaming at me to move faster. I was agitated. I needed to see him and see for myself— I had to check how he was going.So I wouldn’t torture myself thinking extending two more days in Dubai was a mistake because that led Elon to this place.The strong scent of antiseptic and the quiet murmurs of doctors and nurses blurred around me—engulfing my ability to hear noises. Everything felt overwhelming that I couldn’t focus on anything but the fear growing bigger each second at my chest.Elon.“Elon Murray Alistair, please,” my voice was with haste as I spoke to the nurse in the information desk.She put down the onigiri she was eating, and held the mouse. “What’s your relation to the patient?”Determination and distress collaborated in my eyes as I answered. “I’m his mother.” She was quick to type something on her computer, then she turned to me. “He

The world was never so quiet. Not the gentle type, not the comforting type, but the type that infiltrates under your skin, putting its arms around your neck, squeezing until every breath felt like a struggle.I sat in that chair, my muscles rigid, my fingers curled into each other so tightly that the knuckles were white. Those words still rang in my mind, each sound a knife slicing through my head.Elon was not returning.I should have been weeping. I should have been screaming, crying, sobbing—but I wasn't. I sat there, every single regret hitting me, suffocating me, breaking me into a million shards. If I had returned home earlier. If I hadn't left in the first place. If I'd only been here, maybe—The door creaked open.I hardly heard the sound, my eyes frozen on the ground. But I felt them then. Their warmth. Their concern. They didn't say anything at first. Perhaps they didn't know what to say. Alicia spoke first. She knelt down in front of me, her hands suspended before them be

The world outside the walls of the hospital room went on unperturbed, pushing forward as it always did. The sun kept rising every morning and slipping gently below the horizon every night, completely unaware of the searing, burning pain that had moved into my chest. And yet, inside the antiseptic, white-bricked purgatory of the hospital, time was stalled in an eternal moment. I was stuck there, suspended on the razor's edge of holding on to life and the tortured possibility of release.Elon's breathing was mechanical, the rhythmic pattern unnatural as the ventilator kept him attached to the thin thread of life. I held his hand softly, tracing the small, delicate veins that lay close to his skin, taking the time to commit each minute detail to memory. I needed to burn the feeling of his touch into my mind so that, even when he was gone from this world, I would never lose the way he felt under my fingertips, saving that bond forever.The room was empty, devoid of any presence. My so-cal