HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 297

I froze behind the towering display, heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Every rational thought screamed at me to step forward, to reach for her, to pull her into my arms, and yet my feet refused to obey. The world around me had vanished, leaving only the sound of my own ragged breathing and the gentle patter of my son’s tiny sneakers on the marble floor.Emily. She was real. She was here. And she was just…beautiful. More than I had remembered, more than I could have imagined. Time had been cruel to us, yes, but she looked radiant and untouchable. My chest ached, my stomach twisted, my mind screamed a dozen different ways to call her name, to explain, to beg for forgiveness for the years lost, the love forgotten. And yet I stayed, hidden behind the cold metal and glass of the display, too cowardly to face her.“Mommy!” Nico’s voice rang out again, bright and innocent, tugging at my sanity. My blue-eyed son—the very image of me—had no idea that the man he called “Daddy” was standi

The study was quiet. Too quiet. I paced back and forth, the hem of my silk robe brushing against my ankles, my bare feet sliding across the rug. My chest was tight, my breath shallow. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was big, but I knew he was here. I could feel his presence upstairs. Lorenzo. He had come home earlier, but something about him was…different. He hugged me, yes. He smiled at me, yes. But it wasn’t the same. His touch was stiff, his eyes sharp in a way I hadn’t seen in years. It wasn’t the dazed, foggy look I had grown used to. It scared me. I clutched my phone tighter in my hand, pressed it to my ear, and whispered, “Something’s wrong, Alberto. I don’t know what, but something’s wrong.” His deep, smooth voice came through the line. “Calm down, Amanda. You’re imagining things again.” “No, I’m not,” I hissed, turning to face the door as if Lorenzo might be standing there listening. “He looked at me tonight like he knew. Like he saw through

The moment I pushed open the front door, I barely had time to take a breath before a small body came rushing toward me. “Mama!” Nico’s little arms wrapped tightly around my legs, squeezing with all his strength. His soft hair brushed against my hands as I bent down to scoop him into my arms. His warmth, his laughter, the way his little heart beat against mine—it was all I needed after the storm of emotions I had just been through. I kissed the top of his head, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Oh, baby… I missed you.” “You said you’d come back soon,” he said, his voice muffled against my neck. “And you did.” Tears pricked my eyes again, but this time they weren’t only from pain—they were from relief. From hope. I set him gently on the ground, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Mommy kept her promise.” From the living room, I heard Jane’s voice. “Finally! I thought you were never coming home. You’ve been gone for hours.” I stepped into the room, trying to gather

The sound of little feet echoed through the wide hallway, followed by laughter that bounced off the tall walls. Nico’s voice rang out, full of excitement. “Dad! Mom! Our new house is so big!” I turned my head and saw him running, his tiny arms stretched out like he was flying. His eyes sparkled as he darted from one side of the living room to the other, stopping only to peek into the rooms as if each door hid a treasure. “Wow! It’s endless!” he shouted, spinning in a circle before running again. Lorenzo’s deep laugh filled the air, warm and rich. He leaned against the doorway, his eyes following Nico’s every move with pride and amusement. Then he turned to me, and that look he always gave me—the one that made my knees weak no matter how many times I saw it—softened into something only meant for me. He reached out, pulling me against him in one swift motion. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, yet tender, as if he was reminding himself