Shattered Vows: Silent Revenge. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Serena’s POVThe moment I stepped into the apartment, the weight I’d been holding up all afternoon finally crashed down on my shoulders. I closed the door gently behind me, leaned on it, and exhaled shakily.Adrien’s face....His voice.That tiny flicker of guilt in his eyes.It wouldn’t leave my head.I slid off my heels, tossed my purse aside, and sank onto the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. I wanted to erase everything, Samantha’s message, Adrien’s expression, the unknown caller flashing on his phone.But the more I tried to forget, the more the doubts clawed at me.What if he’s hiding something? What if I’m falling into another lie?“Mom?”The small, sleepy voice snapped me out of my spiral.Theodore stood by his bedroom door, rubbing his eyes, clutching his stuffed lion against his chest. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed from sleep. My heart clenched painfully.“I... I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered, forcing a smile as I walked over to him. “Come here.”He came in

SERENA’S POVThe moment Adrien closed the door behind him, the room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like the air thickened around me. My legs trembled, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, pressing both hands onto my face.I didn’t cry loudly.The tears came quietly, steadily as if they had been waiting for permission.He had kept something from me. Something big. Something that tied back to Samantha, someone who had already twisted enough knives into my life. Something that tied to Killian, someone who had caused more damage than I could ever express.And Adrien had been tangled in it.Before me, yes.But he hid it after me.That was the wound.That was what burned.I curled my knees up, resting my forehead against them as my thoughts spiraled. My mind felt like a tornado, Adrien’s words mixing with memories, fears, doubts.He said he did it because he was ashamed.Because he thought I’d leave if I knew.He didn’t realize that the lie was far worse than the truth.I trusted him.

ADRIEN’S POVI woke up before dawn, long before the sun rose, long before the mansion began to stir. Serena was sleeping against my chest, her breathing soft and even, her fingers curled lightly over my heart like she had been afraid I might slip away in the night.But I wasn’t going anywhere.Not now.Not ever.For the first time in days, hell, maybe weeks, I felt something warm in my chest instead of dread. Peace. Quiet. Fulfillment. Her forgiveness had cracked something open inside me that I didn’t even realize I’d been holding tight. And when she whispered," I love you last night.I felt alive again.I brushed a kiss against her forehead.She shifted slightly but stayed asleep, her lips parting in a small breath. I smiled. God, I could spend the rest of my life staring at her like this. I wanted to. I planned to.But the world outside this room wasn’t going to stay quiet.And Samantha....Samantha needed to be handled.Once and for all.My jaw clenched as the memory of Killian’s f

Killian’s POVI stood outside Serena’s company building with a bouquet in one hand and a gift bag in the other, feeling ridiculous and desperate and strangely hopeful, all at once. The flowers were the ones she used to love: soft pink peonies mixed with white roses. I remembered every detail because she once said they reminded her of “a new beginning.”Maybe today....maybe she will finally hear me out.The guards knew me, of course. They always had. For years, they straightened the moment they saw me, nodding with the kind of respect reserved for someone untouchable. But today..... Today their reactions were different. Their eyes flickered toward each other, sharing something unspoken, pity, curiosity, maybe even a hint of fear at what I had become. The fall of a man was always a spectacle, and I had given them one to witness. Still, they didn’t stop me. Not a single word of protest came from them. They simply stepped aside, letting me walk through the glass doors as if I were a ghost

Killian’s POVThe world has a way of collapsing quietly.No explosions.No warnings.Just a single envelope dropped on your desk, light enough to flutter but heavy enough to crush you.I stared at it for a long time, unable to bring myself to touch it. It shouldn’t have felt threatening, just paper, ink, a seal, but the moment I saw my lawyer’s signature stamped across the back, my throat dried instantly. A slow, cold heaviness crept into my chest.My fingers trembled as I finally reached for it. Even that small contact felt wrong, like I was opening a door I already knew I wasn’t ready to walk through. I hesitated, swallowing against the tightness in my throat, then forced myself to break the seal.The flap opened with a soft crackle.A sound far too small for what I felt.I unfolded the document inside. The words didn’t make sense at first, my vision blurred the lines together, refusing to let them settle into meaning. I blinked hard, wiped my thumb across the paper as if that would