Secret Wife Of The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The first rays of morning crept through the sheer curtains, casting a cold, pale light across the living room. Antonia blinked awake, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar stiffness of the couch beneath her and the heavy ache lodged deep in her chest.She lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, feeling the overwhelming weight of everything pressing down on her. Yesterday’s anger had not disappeared. If anything, it had solidified overnight, a thick wall between her and Alessandro that she could no longer pretend wasn’t there.With a sigh that felt like it scraped her ribs raw, Antonia pushed the blanket off and sat up. The house was silent — heavy with the tension that had never dissipated.She glanced toward the staircase, half-expecting Alessandro to be standing there.But there was no one.Good.Moving on autopilot, Antonia folded the blanket neatly and placed it back in the linen closet. She didn’t want to leave any trace of her heartbreak lying around. She neede

The couch creaked softly as Antonia shifted under the thin throw blanket, the cold of the leather beneath her seeping into her bones.She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to sleep, to escape the ache that wrapped around her chest like a vice.Sleep didn’t come easily.Her mind was a battlefield — memories clawing their way to the surface, sharp and merciless.Still, somewhere between exhaustion and heartbreak, she drifted into a restless slumber.And the past came rushing back.—She was in their bedroom.Morning sunlight filtered in through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. The air was warm, and the faint scent of Alessandro’s cologne lingered in the sheets.Antonia stirred slightly, still half-asleep, feeling the heavy comfort of the blankets around her — and then...A kiss.Soft, lingering, pressed to the hollow of her shoulder.A low chuckle followed as she buried her face deeper into the pillow."Wake up, bella," Alessandro murmured against her s

The morning came slowly, grey and heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.Antonia hadn’t slept.She had lain awake on the hospital couch, staring at the ceiling, the cold sinking into her bones.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Antonio’s tiny body lying still after the crash.She heard the voice on the phone —cold, final."Divorce him.""Or next time, you’ll bury your sons."A mother's worst nightmare woven into a single sentence.She rubbed her hands over her face as the first light of dawn crept through the window.It was time to move.To pretend.To survive.She found Alessandro already awake, sitting at Antonio’s bedside, holding their son’s hand in his much larger one.He looked up when she entered, relief flashing across his handsome face."Good morning, amore," he said, his voice rough with sleep and worry.Antonia offered a small, brittle smile."Good morning."It felt foreign on her tongue.He rose, crossing the room toward her, and instinctively, she stepped back.

The house was quieter than usual that evening, the weight of the day's events still hanging heavily over everyone.Antonia moved around the kitchen, setting plates down on the table, her movements mechanical. She glanced at the twins, who sat side by side, absently pushing their peas around their plates.Alessandro entered the room carrying a small, neatly wrapped box.He paused for a moment, seeming almost uncertain — a rare sight for him.Antonia noticed, her brows knitting slightly, but she said nothing.He cleared his throat, drawing the boys' attention."I have something for you," he said, his voice warm but soft, as if afraid of shattering the fragile calm in the room.Matteo’s head snapped up immediately, eyes wide with curiosity.Antonio looked up too, hesitant."This," Alessandro said, setting the box carefully in front of Antonio, "is for you, Antonio."Antonio blinked, startled, then looked at his mother for permission.Antonia gave him a gentle nod, even as her heart squeez

The morning was crisp, the sun barely climbing over the rooftops, casting a warm, golden light over the sleepy town.Antonia drove silently, her hands firm on the steering wheel, her mind heavy with the weight of the day ahead.The twins, seated in the backseat, chattered excitedly about their new gadgets, their innocence a balm to her aching heart.Antonio’s small voice floated forward from the backseat.“Mama, will you watch me today when I show the teacher my new ear aid?”Antonia forced a smile through the tightness in her chest.“Of course, amore,” she said warmly, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.He beamed, his bright blue ear aid glinting proudly under the morning light, matching the watch on his tiny wrist.Antonia's heart clenched.They deserve better. A safer life. A future unburdened by secrets and danger.As she pulled into the school’s parking lot, she turned to the boys, smoothing Matteo’s hair and adjusting Antonio’s jacket."Be good," she whispered, kissing