Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Desmond's pov:I checked my watch, tapping my fingers against the desk absentmindedly.It wasn’t late. Not yet. But I wasn’t planning on waiting until it was.I grabbed my phone, and scrolled through my contacts, hovering over Stella’s name for half a second longer than necessary before I hit call.She picked up after the second ring.“Wow, an actual phone call?” Her voice carried amusement. “What’s the occasion?”I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “You free tonight?”A pause. “Depends. Why?”“Because I want to take you out.”I could hear the faint smile in her voice when she responded. “And if I had plans?”“Then I’d tell you to cancel them.”She let out a short laugh, and for a moment, I could picture the way she probably rolled her eyes—playful, teasing, maybe even a little intrigued.“Lucky for you, I’m free.”“Perfect.”There was something about the simplicity of it—the ease in our conversation, the familiar pull between us—that made it feel like we hadn’t spent months figuring

Suzanne’s pov:The drive back home was quiet, but not in an awkward way—it was the kind of silence that carried unspoken thoughts, anticipation, and the weight of what was about to happen tonight.Stella pulled up outside my house, shifting into the park before turning to me with a smirk.“Alright, this is where I leave you to face the great Dominic Khan.”I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You make it sound like I’m about to battle a dragon.”She shrugged. “You kind of are.”I sighed, unbuckling my seatbelt, hands settling briefly on my lap.Before I stepped out, Stella’s voice softened slightly. “Hey. You got this, alright?”I glanced at her, and for a second, the teasing faded—this was just my best friend, reminding me that I wasn’t walking into this alone.“I hope so.”Her lips quirked up. “You do. And if he gives you trouble, just remember—food is a powerful weapon.”I laughed, shaking my head, and pushing open the door. “Goodbye, Stella.”“Good luck, Suzanne.”I stepped out, closing t

Suzanne’s pov:My body felt heavy like the weight of my own grief had seeped into my bones, settling there, refusing to leave.I blinked slowly, my vision hazy, my mind struggling to piece together where I was, what time it was, and why my throat felt raw and tight like I had swallowed glass.Then it came crashing back.Last night.Dominic.The truth.My breath hitched, my chest tightening, and for a moment, I thought the world would collapse all over again.I turned my head, scanning the dimly lit bedroom, searching for any sign of him.Nothing.The bed beside me was untouched, the sheets smooth, and cold—he never came to bed.A dull ache pressed against my temples, my headlight, fogged, drained from crying myself to sleep.But even now, after hours of silence, after the passage of time—I hadn’t fully processed it yet.Kai was never sick.I shut my eyes, the words digging into me like jagged edges, tearing through every memory, every decision I had ever made because of him.The sacri

Dominic’s pov:I stood frozen.For a moment.For too long.Then, I moved.Fast.Because if I didn’t, I’d lose her for good.I rushed outside, my pulse thudding violently, only to see Suzanne’s car already pulling out of the driveway.She was leaving again.I didn’t think.Didn’t hesitate.I snatched my keys off the console, swung open my car door, and slid in, starting the engine before the weight of my decision could slow me down.I followed her.Not too close.Not close enough for her to notice.Just enough to watch, to see where she was staying, to understand where she had taken Kai.The streets blurred as we drove—Suzanne steady, focused, completely unaware that I was behind her.Then she turned.Into an estate.I slowed, watching as she pulled up to a unit, parked, stepped out, her movements controlled, but tight.I parked a few blocks down, my grip tight around the steering wheel, my chest too heavy, my mind racing.She closed the car door, rolling her shoulders, exhaling sharpl

Suzanne’s pov: Everything was spinning. Not physically. Not literally. But in my mind, everything was moving too fast, breaking apart, crumbling at the edges, leaving me breathless, leaving me choking on every decision I had ever made. My marriage. My sacrifices. My trust. All based on a lie. My fingers clenched, nails pressing so hard into my palms I almost felt pain—almost, but nothing could compare to what was happening inside my chest. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. I tried to blink, but the image in front of me—**Dominic standing there, looking wrecked, looking guilty, looking like he had finally destroyed everything—**wouldn’t disappear. "You did this," I whispered. The words felt foreign. They felt like they didn’t belong to me. But they did. They were mine. They were real. They were the only thing keeping me from falling apart. Dominic’s throat bobbed, his fingers twitching like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to fix this, to soften it, to exp