Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

The morning air was crisp as Layla and Sienna stepped out of the penthouse, sunlight spilling over the balcony railings and flooding the hallway with soft gold. Sienna locked the door behind them with one hand while balancing her purse under the other, humming lightly. She had been glowing ever since her second trimester started—happier, calmer, and entirely obsessed with preparing for the twins in every way humanly possible.“Okay,” Sienna said, adjusting her sunglasses as they entered the private elevator. “Before Adrian changes his mind again, we are getting those charms. I found this new jewelry place—apparently they handcraft everything, real gold, real stones, all ethically sourced. Super classy.”Layla smiled. “I’m excited. You’ve been talking about these charms for weeks.”“For months, babe,” Sienna corrected with a soft laugh. “Alina and Leo deserve matching heirloom-level sparkle. Adrian wants something custom for them, and I want matching pieces for him and me and you too.

Layla stared at her screen as if the message might vanish if she blinked too hard. She reread Elara Vance’s words again and again. Each time the meaning hit her with a fresh rush that tightened her chest.Elara Vance. The Elara Vance. The woman whose exhibitions filled halls from Paris to Seoul. The woman whose critiques could elevate an artist into a new orbit or crush them with the gentlest sentence. The woman Layla had quietly admired for years.And Elara had sent her a message. Not a reaction to a story or a polite acknowledgment. A message. A glowing, encouraging one that praised her Aurora piece.Layla pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart was racing so fast she felt it against her palm like a trapped bird. Excitement pushed at her ribs, but disbelief tangled with it until she felt almost dizzy.She whispered to the empty apartment, “How did she even see it?”That question slithered in slowly but then rooted deep. She had not uploaded the Aurora painting. She had not shown it o

The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting stripes across the bedroom floor. Layla stirred, blinking against the brightness, but her body felt heavy, weighed down by the memories of last night. The warmth of Voss’s presence lingered beside her, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the sheets, but it wasn’t comforting this morning. Her stomach was tight with worry. The thought of his mother loomed over her like a storm cloud. What could she have discovered? What could she possibly know about her past? She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the quiet calm of the morning, but they kept circling, growing heavier with every heartbeat. Voss was already awake. The soft clinking of cups and the low hum of the coffee machine reached her ears as she slipped out of bed. He didn’t look up as she entered the kitchen, his focus entirely on preparing their morning coffee. He moved with a precision that betrayed the tension in his shoulders, the set of his

Voss opened the car door and stood there for a moment, unable to move. Layla was still in the same position he had left her in. Her body was curled inward, knees pulled tightly to her chest, arms wrapped around them as if she was trying to protect herself from something unseen. Her head was bowed, hair falling forward, hiding her face completely. The car was quiet except for the faint, broken sounds coming from her chest. She wasn’t sobbing loudly anymore. She was past that. Her cries were quiet now, cracked, uneven. The kind of crying that came after the storm, when someone had already screamed themselves empty and was left with nothing but pain and exhaustion. Voss felt something twist sharply in his chest. “Layla,” he said softly. She flinched. Her head snapped up, eyes wide and red, lashes clumped together with tears. She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was real. Like she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked. Then her face crumpled. “Voss—” she gasped, he

Layla watched Voss for a long moment before she moved.He sat on the couch the way he often did when something weighed on him, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his thighs, hands loosely clasped. His phone lay forgotten beside him. His eyes were distant, not cold, just thoughtful. The light from the window touched his face softly, outlining the sharpness of his jaw, the tired strength in his shoulders.Something about him like this always pulled at her chest.She walked toward him slowly, barefoot, careful not to break the quiet that had settled over the room. The apartment felt warm, lived-in, safe. It felt like theirs, even if only for today.“Voss,” she said gently.He looked up immediately, concern replacing whatever thoughts had held him. “Hey.”She stopped right in front of him. “You look bothered.”He gave a small shrug, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m fine my love.”She studied him. “That wasn’t an answer.”He exhaled softly through his nose.