Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 38

IslaI woke up to a feeling—that strange, creeping sense of being watched. My eyelids were heavy, my body sore, but something tugged at my consciousness.And then I saw him.His eyes.Open.Confused.Alive.Rolin was staring at me.My breath caught in my throat. For a heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming. But then he looked down at our hands—mine still wrapped around his—and then back at my face like I was a stranger who somehow ended up in his bed.I shot up, my fingers reaching for his face, gently cupping his cheek. “Rolin,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Are you okay?”He blinked. Confusion twisted his brow. “Who are you?”The world tilted.Those three words cracked something open inside me.I froze. Air thinned. Then I remembered what the doctor had said—partial memory loss. It was possible. It was expected.I steadied myself, forcing my heart to stop panicking.“I’m your wife,” I said softly. “Hold on, okay? I’ll get the doctor.”I sprinted out of the room, nearly colliding with

Isla I jerked back like I’d been slapped. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“Are your memories back?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my pulse clawing at my throat.He blinked at me with those soft, utterly confused eyes and shrugged. “No… it just felt right to call you that.”Butterfly.He said it like a secret he didn’t know he’d kept.Then he leaned back against the pillows like a guilty child who’d just pocketed candy from a store. My racing heart finally slowed, but the ache lingered. I offered a tight-lipped smile like it was all okay.It’s not.My phone buzzed in my hand.Raymond: The package has been delivered. I’m outside the hospital waiting.God, I love that man’s efficiency. I mentally gave him a fist bump. Mission phase one—complete.I turned back to Rolin, who was casually chewing on another apple slice like he hadn’t just cracked my soul open with a single word.“I’ll be back soon,” I told him. “Sending Jamie in to keep you company.”He nodded, already distra

IslaI shoved chairs, trays—hell, even a wedding cake stand—out of my way as I sprinted, vaulting over tables like some rogue extra in a James Bond flick. Screw that—I was 007. In heels. With better hair.The place was in total chaos behind me. Screams, crashing plates, someone fainting—chef’s kiss. I really outdid myself this time.I dared a glance back. Shit. That was… way too many angry people chasing one woman with a fake moustache and zero regrets.I burst into a giggle and kicked into a full sprint.“Having fun?” Raymond’s voice crackled through my earpiece, calm as ever. The man lived for moments like these.“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I panted, tugging my cap lower over my face as I dodged a flailing arm from an angry uncle in a three-piece suit.“Well, babe, we’ll have to save this date for another time…” he drawled, and I heard it—the unmistakable sound of lips smacking.I rolled my eyes so hard I almost gave myself a migraine. “Wait. Were you—were you—making out during my

IslaWe got home in silence—me, Jamie, and Rolin. As soon as I stepped inside, I handed off my excuses like they were pre-packed and ready to serve.“I need a minute,” I muttered, already halfway up the stairs before anyone could ask me why.I didn’t stop until I reached my leisure room and locked the door behind me with a soft click. That was the sound of reality taking a pause.Because now?Now it was Lucía Vergara’s time.Cold-blooded killer. Queen of the underground. The woman who built an empire from nothing but blood, bullets, and the venom in her veins.They tried to rip it all from her—the men she fed, raised, and crowned. But they underestimated one thing: she never needed them to build her throne. And she’d never beg to keep it.They plotted. They failed. She ran. But not to hide—only to regroup.Now she was clawing her way back, demanding an alliance with Don Salvatore’s mafia. And in three days, they’d finally agreed to meet her.Tick, tick, tick.I sat cross-legged in fro