A Promise We Couldn't Keep のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

So, when Simon came out of the shower and saw me packing in the bedroom, his mood turned inexplicably irritable. He stormed into the room and yanked out the clothes I had just folded, one by one. "I bought this coat for you in France last year, and I gave this dress to you just last month." One by one, he pulled every last piece of clothing from the suitcase and tossed them aside, the final one slipping from my sight and landing on the floor. Then he smirked, his tone laced with mockery. "Chloe, I bought all of this for you. Do you really think you could afford these designer brands with the scraps you make in a month?" Simon grabbed my arm and dragged me to the vanity mirror. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at my own reflection. "Chloe, do you think it’s disgusting that I paint on women’s bodies for inspiration? But who are you to act all high and mighty? Haven’t I been the one supporting you all these years?"Look at yourself—every single thing you’re wearing,

I picked up a glass of beer from the table and threw it straight into Simon’s face. The liquid soaked his hair, strands clinging to his forehead. His eyes squeezed shut from the sudden impact, but after a brief pause, they snapped open. Silence crashed over the room. The dim lights flickered weakly above, struggling like a breath on its last legs. Simon clenched his teeth, his jaw tight as he glared at me. I met his stare without a trace of emotion. "Are you sober now, Simon? It appears you didn’t hear me clearly that night, so let me say it again, in front of everyone."Simon, we’re done." I didn’t wait for a reaction. I turned and walked out the door.One of Simon’s friends couldn’t hold back and asked, “Simon, you’re really not going after her? She seemed serious this time.” Simon kicked over the coffee table, sending fruit platters and glasses shattering to the floor. “You think I’d go after her? Ha! As if she’s worth it. I’d love to see what Chloe amounts to w

However, the security guards didn’t waste time arguing.Seeing that Simon and the girl were resisting, they didn’t bother with pleasantries.A few guards seized them, effortlessly hoisting them off the ground before tossing them out the restaurant’s front door, their limbs flailing midair.The girl’s relentless screaming only drew more attention, gathering a crowd of onlookers. Dozens of phones were raised, capturing the scene, and within no time, the footage spread online.In less than an hour, the video of Simon being thrown out of the restaurant hit the top trending spot.…On the way home, I sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through the comment section.Some people did not hesitate to call Simon out:"I’ve been fed up with him for ages. Just because he can paint a few strokes, he thinks he’s a genius. Always acting like a diva, showing up late and leaving early like it’s a privilege.""Simon has zero respect for others. When we collaborated with his company for an art exhibitio

"They registered their marriage abroad two years ago."I stared at the marriage certificate in my hands, frozen in place. It felt as if my soul had been ripped from my body, leaving behind nothing but shock and emptiness."Noah must have told you about his marriage.”Grace deliberately scrolled through her phone and pulled up a photo from the day they registered.I recognized his face instantly on the screen. My fingers instinctively clenched the hem of my shirt, knuckles turning white.Then, she played a video.On the screen, a woman named Sharon Young lay in an ICU bed, her body covered in tubes and wires.My lips trembled. I wanted to ask something, but it was as if an invisible hand had gripped my throat, choking the words before they could form.Grace put away her phone and looked at me calmly."The day Noah returned home, he left Sharon a divorce agreement. When she saw it, she drove to the airport, desperate to stop him."Unfortunately, it had rained that day. The roads were

"Alright, let's go back." …Before heading to Hilltown, I stopped by a specialty shop to pick up some gifts for the locals.Unexpectedly, I ran into Sharon’s mother, Nancy Hall, in the parking lot. …Soft music played in the background of the café. We sat by the window, sunlight filtering through the glass. She lifted her chin slightly, the diamond pendant around her neck swaying with the movement. Without any pleasantries, she got straight to the point. "I’ve seen plenty of girls like you—small-town nobodies, terrified of going back to a life of poverty. The moment you find a rich man, you latch on for dear life." Her tone carried an air of superiority, every word dripping with contempt. "But you should know that Noah is married to my daughter. They are equals, well-matched in every way, a proper marriage. And you are the mistress who came between them." I lifted my head, meeting her gaze without a flicker of hesitation. A faint smile played on my lips, my posture ca