BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

EVA’S POV I unlocked the front door with trembling fingers, quietly easing it open like I was sneaking back into a life that no longer fit. The hallway smelled faintly of baby lotion and lavender diffusers, soft and domestic, the kind of calm I used to crave. But tonight, it felt like a disguise—like this house, this life, was trying too hard to convince me it was still mine. The living room lights were dimmed. Jude’s lullaby playlist played faintly from the baby monitor. The hum of the refrigerator was louder than usual, or maybe my nerves were just amplifying everything. I held the brown shopping bag in my hand like it was the shield between two worlds—the lie and the truth. The bag was empty. No slim tea. No real reason to have left home, except the one I could never confess. Henry looked up from the couch, where he sat with Jude sleeping peacefully on his chest. That sight used to warm me. Now it tangled my chest in silent knots. “You’re back,” he said, his voice calm. “Tha

LUCAS POV Last night, and into this morning, I couldn't sleep. What if Antonia is never going to have a child? Who is going to take over my legacy and all my assets? And I want to let go of the chance to have an heir, a son at that? No, no, no... I can't. I won't.I paced the floor of my apartment, every second dragging like chains around my ankles. I had tried everything. Thought through every option. But the answers were still locked behind Eva’s lips. I could feel the truth close, taunting me like a shadow I could never catch. Jude. That little boy. He was either mine or not. But I couldn’t keep living in this state of maybe. I needed to know.I picked up my phone, my fingers hovering for a second, and then I typed the message.“If you are not in my apartment by 12:00 noon, I’ll call Henry and tell him everything.”I stared at the screen for a moment, then hit send.I knew Eva. She would panic. She would break into pieces at the mere idea of Henry finding out. She loved her illus

Lucas’s POVBarely ten seconds had passed since Antonia quietly left the room, the door drifting shut behind her like an omen, when—click—the door opened again.My blood froze in my veins.Antonia stood there once more, but this time her steps were deliberate, determined. Her face had changed. Gone was the fragile shock; in its place was hard-set resolve.The room hadn’t yet absorbed the shock of Antonia’s entrance when she spoke.Her voice was a blade.“Don’t think you can betray me and I’ll let it go so easily.”She stood in the doorway, the embodiment of heartbreak wrapped in polished control. The light from the hallway haloed her figure like judgment itself had arrived.I blinked, trying to grasp how quickly things had spiraled. Moments ago, Eva was on the floor sobbing, the weight of her confession unraveling years of secrets. Now Antonia had returned—and this time, she wasn’t in shock.She was done hiding her pain.“Each and every one of you will pay dearly for this mistake.”Ev

Lucas’s POVThe silence didn’t comfort me.It suffocated me.The door had long since closed behind Eva, yet I remained in that same spot—rooted like a man struck by lightning. The air still smelled faintly of her perfume, soft and floral, like jasmine wilted under pressure. It clung to the room like a ghost. And it was the only part of her that hadn’t left.She was gone.Gone back to Henry.I dragged a shaky hand through my hair and stared blankly at the edge of the bed where she’d sat just moments ago, where she’d told me the truth that turned my entire life inside out.Jude.My son.The words echoed again and again in my mind, but they didn’t bring relief. Not yet. Not when everything that should’ve come with them—first steps, late-night cries, his first words, scraped knees—had already happened without me.I had missed everything.And I hadn’t even known he existed.Eva walked away with that truth locked behind her lips while I wandered around thinking I had lost everything that ma

Eva’s POVMorning sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the room, but I felt no warmth. The morning was still, quiet—too quiet.I turned over in bed, my eyes heavy and unfocused, expecting to find Henry beside me. But the space was empty. The sheets were cold. My heart sank a little.The events of last night came rushing back like a heavy tide—his questions, his accusations, the pain in his eyes. He hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t even said the words I feared most. But it was there, lingering in the air between us like a storm cloud refusing to break.Before I could respond, the door opened gently, and Henry stepped inside, fully dressed—black jeans, a crisp charcoal button-down, and a lightweight jacket slung over his shoulder. A small carry-on suitcase rested by his side. He looked calm. Too calm.My heart stuttered. “Henry… are you going somewhere?”He didn’t answer right away.Instead, he walked over to the nightstand and placed his watch into his pocket. Then, finally, he loo