Exchanged Marriage：the CEO's two-faced wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 33

Seraphina’s POVThe flashing lights of the police cars painted the night in red and blue, like the world had been sliced open and left bleeding.I stood just outside CHIHIRO’s glass doors, heart pounding as the building buzzed with tension. Officers moved inside with urgency. Crime scene tape stretched across the lobby.And there, handcuffed and fuming, was Calliope.“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked at one of the officers, struggling against their grip. Her perfect hair was a mess, mascara streaking down her face. “You don’t understand! I was framed!”But no one believed her. Not this time.Earlier that night, CHIHIRO’s alarm had blared through the empty halls. I had rushed over, heart slamming in my chest, only to find shattered glass and scattered product samples. My sanctuary was vandalized.Calliope had finally snapped.Security footage showed her breaking in, frantic, almost unhinged. She’d smashed displays, tore files, and was frantically attempting to download proprietary data on

Seraphina’s POVIt was the summer of jasmine and glass.The windows of the CHIHIRO flagship store shimmered under the golden Florence sun, etched with the elegant strokes of our newest fragrance—HER. The name had once been a whisper of a memory, a secret I poured into amber bottles. Now, it was a statement, a reclamation.HER had become a global phenomenon, sold out in Paris, worshipped in Tokyo, and dissected in New York editorials. Critics called it a perfume born of pain and persistence. Maybe they were right. Now me and my team are working on our next launch, Renaissance—that will hold soft and elegant notes for every fighter, who started afresh. Just like me. But this time, I wasn't running errands to collaborate with any company for the launch, I was doing it all independently.I stood on the rooftop of our Florence office, overlooking the Duomo, my fingers curled around a glass of chilled rosé. The same roof where we once watched the sunset during our college days—when dreams w