MY DISABLED HUSBAND IS MY PRETTY BOY? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Reina couldn't take it anymore.Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears she barely noticed herself moving, pushing open the front door of James' house without hesitation. The soft creak of the hinges cut sharply through the tense atmosphere inside.Both Evelyn and James, standing close together in the living room, snapped their heads toward the sound.Evelyn’s face drained of color the instant she saw her daughter standing there, fury and betrayal flashing in her wide eyes. James, too, looked stunned, though his confusion was different.He seemed unaware of why Reina’s presence would be so alarming."Reina," Evelyn said quickly, stepping forward as if to block her view, but it was too late.Reina crossed her arms tightly across her chest, holding herself together by a thread. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice sharp and trembling. "Why are you here, Mother? Why are you with him?"Evelyn opened her mouth, then closed it again. For the first time in Reina’s life, her moth

The cold night air but into her skin as she stood out there.She did not know what to do.Her heart pounded in her chest, a storm of rage and betrayal threatening to tear her apart.She wanted to get away, as far as possible from Evelyn, from James, from the house that reeked of secrets and lies.But just as she made to leave, a dark silhouette emerged from the shadows at the side of the path.Reina stopped dead in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat.It was Derek.His face was pale, his eyes wide and hollow like a man who had just witnessed the collapse of his entire world.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the whispering wind winding through the trees.Then Derek staggered forward, his steps unsteady, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force toward her."You heard," Reina said bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest.Derek didn’t deny it. His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to choke out a broken word."Is it...

The night was soft, a rare moment of peace that seemed almost surreal after all the storms they had weathered.Ciel and Roxanne sat together on the balcony of their house, overlooking the glowing city skyline. The cool breeze ruffled Roxanne’s hair, but she barely noticed. Her focus was entirely on the man beside her, the man she had fought so hard for, the man who had risked everything.Or so she thought.Ciel cleared his throat awkwardly, his thumb tracing lazy circles along her knuckles."There’s something... I need to tell you," he said finally.Roxanne turned to him, sensing the weight in his voice. "What is it?"He hesitated for a long moment before speaking."I wasn’t completely honest... about my illness," he admitted. "About the poison."Roxanne froze.Her heart picked up speed, thudding heavily against her ribs."What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.Ciel exhaled slowly, like a man surrendering to the inevitable."The truth is... I had the antidote all

The morning light barely seeped through the heavy curtains when Ciel sat Roxanne down in his study.His eyes, usually so warm when looking at her, were steeled over with a rare, glacial coldness.He handed her a folder, the one Alex had compiled with every sordid truth about Derek, Evelyn, and the slow, intentional murder of her mother.Roxanne flipped through the pages in silence, her hands trembling as each revelation dug deeper into her soul.When she reached the end, she lifted her gaze to Ciel, tears shining in her furious eyes."They killed her," she whispered.He nodded grimly. "Yes."A silence heavier than stone stretched between them, until Roxanne rose to her feet, her body trembling, not from fear, but from pure, undiluted rage."Get them," she said, her voice cold and final.Ciel’s lips twitched into the faintest shadow of a smile."As you wish."Within the hour, Ciel's private security forces, not the ones the public knew about, but the hidden, elite team trained for far

It was barely afternoon when a black SUV pulled over to a quiet stop at the edge of the city one day.The gravel crunched beneath it's tires as it screeched to a stop.The door opened and two figures came out slowly.They were Derek and Evelyn.They were both silent.It has been exactly two months since they were taken into custody by Ciel's private security team.They had been isolated in different cells.No contact with one another and with the outside world.They had thought they had no chance at forgiveness, and redemption.Until today, which was rather unexpected.Derek looked thinner, the weight of his sins having carved hollows into his cheeks. His once-confident stance now sagged with uncertainty. Evelyn, usually poised and sharp-tongued, looked weary, as though her guilt had aged her ten years.The doors of the SUV slammed shut behind them, startling them both. A single security agent nodded at them before turning his attention to the road."You're free to go. You've serve