The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 155

Maxwell povThe moment my phone slipped from my hand and clattered against the marble floor, I knew something was terribly wrong.“Maxwell,” my mother’s voice trembled beside me. “What did they say?”I bent slowly, picked up the phone, my chest tight, my pulse roaring in my ears. “She collapsed,” I said quietly. “They rushed her to the hospital.”Rebecca’s face drained of color. She sank onto the couch as if her legs could no longer hold her weight, one hand flying to her chest. “Oh God… oh God, no.” Her eyes filled instantly. “I told you this was too much. I told you we were pushing her too far.”“Mom—”“What if we overdid it?” she cried, shaking her head. “What if bringing her face-to-face with me, with the past, with everything she ran from—it was too cruel?” Tears slid freely down her cheeks now. “What if I hurt her again?”The guilt hit me like a punch to the gut.I sat beside her quickly, gripping her trembling hands. “Listen to me,” I said firmly, even though my own voice wasn’

Amelia POVI couldn’t believe my ears. Even after everything Ethan had confessed, even after the memories clawed their way back into my mind like ghosts demanding to be acknowledged, that one truth refused to settle. Margaret. My stepmother. Cold, calculating, cruel—but a murderer? Someone who could order my death as casually as signing a document?I stumbled back a step, my spine hitting the wall as if it were the only thing keeping me upright. “She wanted me dead,” I whispered, the words tasting foreign, poisonous. “All this time… it was her.”Maxwell swore under his breath, rage darkening his features in a way that terrified me more than Ethan’s tears ever could. He reached for his phone, his movements sharp, decisive. “This ends now.”The screen lit up in his hand. Police.“No!” Ethan shouted, surging forward. His voice cracked with desperation, not authority. “If you do that, you’ll be signing Luke’s death warrant.”The room froze.My heart stopped beating.Maxwell’s thumb hovere

Amelia POVA week had passed since the warehouse, since the gunshot that echoed through my bones long after the sound faded. Time moved strangely after trauma—too fast in moments, unbearably slow in others. Some mornings I woke up reaching for Luke before remembering he was safe in the next room. Other mornings, I woke with Ethan’s voice still lodged in my head, calm and cruel, like a scar that refused to fade.Margaret and Ethan were in prison now, sentenced swiftly, their crimes laid bare for the world to judge. I didn’t feel triumph when I heard the verdicts. Only a quiet, heavy relief, the kind that settles deep in your chest and reminds you that survival is not the same as victory. Justice didn’t erase the past, but it drew a line between what was and what would never be again.Maxwell tried to shield me from the details, but I needed to know. I needed to understand how obsession had turned into a cage, how love—twisted and starved—had almost destroyed us all. Therapy became part