Married To His Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Levi’s POV The door shut behind me with a muted click, and I just stood there, gripping the handle like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. Like it was the only thing holding me down as everything within me was unraveling every second that passed. I didn’t even bother with the lights. What could it do to me at this moment? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The duvet felt heavy in my arms—too heavy, like the weight of everything I’d been pretending I could ignore. I dropped it onto the bed and pressed my back to the door before sliding down to the floor. My knees bent up. My elbows rested on them. And my hands clutched at my face. God. What the hell just happened? I could still see her face. The tears she tried to blink away. The tremble in her voice. The dinner she made. The food I never touched. Guilt was already bleeding into the cracks of my anger, but I couldn’t push it away fast enough. It was all too loud in my head—Ronald’s voice, the smug

Levi's POVAn hour or so later, I was in my office, back to the city skyline, arms crossed and staring out at the city storming through another restive day. The forty-second-floor view usually made me feel bulletproof, in command.Today it only did that much to remind me of just how small I was, how unimportant it all was compared to what I'd left broken back home.Humans scurried under in anaesthetized wonder, oblivious to the stress bubbling on the upper floors of Adam Enterprises. Oblivious to how my marriage was disintegrating as they worried about coffee and traffic and deadlines that would be forgotten within a week.I had been there for nearly an hour, avoiding the stack of contracts on my desk, avoiding the messages piling up in my inbox, avoiding all that forced me to think of something other than the destruction I had caused.I turned around at the hum of the intercom."Yes," I answered, my voice harsher than I intended."Mr Jace George has come to see you," my assistant ann

Nova’s POVThe door slammed behind them, and silence returned to the office like a wave swallowing everything whole.I stayed standing for a moment, hands still clenched at my sides, chest rising and falling like I had just finished running a marathon. My fingers trembled from the adrenaline, from the fury, from the ache of pretending I wasn’t crumbling inside.I had held my ground. I’d said the words I needed to say. But it didn’t mean I wasn’t shaken.Because behind every line of strength was a woman terrified that she was losing everything she loved.I walked slowly back to my desk and sat down, my knees weak, the room slightly spinning. I pressed a palm to my forehead, trying to breathe.Trying to hold on.But the moment they were gone—Felicia with her smug little smile, Naomi with her venom-laced threats—I felt the walls begin to close in again.I stared down at my hands, blinking hard to fight the sting in my eyes. Not now. Not here. I couldn’t cry at work.But God, I was tir

Nova's POVI remained on the bed for what felt like hours. Maybe a few minutes, maybe longer, I had no idea. Time was malleable now. It no longer flowed with me. It flowed past me, with everything else in tow as I lagged behind.The silence in the house crushed me from all sides. The ticking of the clock on the wall was more audible than it should have been as if at a taunt at every passing second I wasted over my struggle to keep myself together.I had not eaten.I hadn't even bitten into the breakfast I prepared for Levi that morning, either, not after Felicia and Naomi's visit.Their words lingered. Poison. The self-righteous gleam in Felicia's gaze, the sadistic pleasure in Naomi's sneer. They were not there to warn or even insult. They were there to destroy. And part of me was afraid they had.Levi had not phoned.Not to ask how I was. Not to check on me. Not even to fight.The increasing gap between us was a fault line about to burst wide apart.I pinched my eyes shut and pushed

Nova's POVI was late.Again.The kind of late where your lungs feel tight and your heels feel like iron weights beneath you, slowing every step.I hated being this version of myself—disheveled, frantic, scatterbrained—but when an unexpected discrepancy showed up during a routine audit this morning, I had no choice but to deal with it. The timing couldn’t have been worse.Especially today.Especially with Levi waiting.If he was even still waiting.The rooftop restaurant was one of those high-end places with minimal signage but enough quiet prestige to attract corporate heavyweights and celebrities alike. He had picked it—not me. That alone told me something had shifted, even if it was just a sliver of openness where there had been only distance before.My chest tightened at the thought.He’d asked me to meet. That was the only reason I dared to hope.I rushed into the sleek lobby of the building, the smell of leather furniture and polished marble enveloping me. My heels clicked with