Seducing My Ex's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

EMILY'S POV My eyes flickered open slowly, blinking against the brightness of the fluorescent light above me. My body felt heavy, stiff, and sore in every possible way as if I had been crushed and pieced back together all wrong. The dull pain in my limbs spread deeper into my chest, a constant throb that reminded me I was alive… but barely. Then came the memories. They didn’t creep in gently, they rushed at me like a storm. Mara’s death. The funeral. The illusion, no, the hallucination of her walking away. The moment I got hit. It all hit me again in one wave. I gasped as it settled back into my bones, like reliving it all over. I glanced around the room, slowly taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital ward, hooked up to machines that beeped softly, measuring every breath

EMILY’S POV “What kind of bait?” I asked, eyes narrowing as I leaned forward slightly, trying to read more into Dave’s cryptic expression. A faint, cold smirk tugged at the edge of his lips, the kind that made my stomach turn with both unease and curiosity. It was the kind of look that meant he was holding onto something dangerous but possibly effective. Olivia, who had remained silent for a while now, suddenly stood up and scoffed in frustration. “Emily, don’t you understand?” she snapped, pointing at the tablet still resting on the glass table. “Look at the invitation card. Look at the date, the guests, the security detail. He’s planning to draw them in there, at the wedding anniversary.” My gaze returned to the screen, and sure enough, a high-profile digital invitation blinked in soft golden colors. Sinclair & Sinclair 30th Wedding Anniversary Celebration. A private event. Powerful attendees. High media attention. It was the perfect trap too perfect. “I disagree with it,” Olivi

EMILY'S POV “What?!” Victoria screamed, stumbling backward, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the nearby table for balance. “No. No, this isn’t happening, this can’t be real. She can't be alive, her body was burnt. I witnessed it.” I descended the stairs slowly, each step measured, deliberate, echoing through the suddenly silent hall like a judge walking into a courtroom. The atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t a party anymore, it was a stage. A stage where the truth was finally going to be performed in full view. "Should we have a little analepsis?" I asked, smiling slightly at the stunned audience. "A flashback, if you will. Let me take you back." FLASHBACK THE DAY OF MARA’S FAKE FUNERAL — HOSPITAL ROOM Where… where am I? That was the first thought that formed in my mind as the haze around me slowly began to clear. I tried to sit up, but every inch of my body protested. My throat felt like sandpaper, dry and burning. My voice came out hoarse, barely more than a bre

EMILY’S POV After meeting with Dr. Maverick, I left the hospital with everyone; Olivia, Mara, and Ethan. The ride was quiet, but it wasn't the kind of silence that felt awkward. It was the kind that wrapped around us like a shared understanding, each of us deep in thought, exhausted by the emotional weight of the day. Ethan dropped me off at my apartment before heading back to work. He didn’t say much, just looked at me with those steady, dark eyes that always seemed to see through my forced calm. He gently squeezed my hand before I got out of the car. There was no need for words between us at that moment. Just the squeeze and it told me everything: You’re not alone. I’m here. Once inside the apartment, I leaned against the door as I shut it behind me, allowing the stillness to settle in my bones. I was tired. So, so tired not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Olivia and Mara followed behind, their faces quiet but alert, like they were carefully watching

EMILY’S POV I thought she had approached me today because she’d figured it out. I thought she had connected the dots that she had realized I was the woman calling Ethan at midnight. But she hadn’t. She was still in the dark. Then how did she even get the idea that I was having an affair with him? "Why do you think I'm having an affair with him?" I asked, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice. My heart beat faster as I waited for her reply. A small part of me feared she might say something that would expose more than I was ready to face. Her lips tightened slightly, her eyes flickering with a memory. “I saw you two one day,” she said, her voice low. “In front of the Sinclair’s home.” My chest tightened. “The way he looked at you…” she paused, trying to find the right words, “it was different. Not casual. Not professional. There was something… intense about it. Like you were someone he couldn’t take his eyes off. The way his gaze lingered, it made me think he had feelings for y