Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Adele~The same ache he left burning weeks ago suddenly came roaring back to life, fiercer than before—like my body remembered the way he touched me better than my brain could remember why I should hate him.God, why did he have to be here?Why now, when my body was betraying me at every turn?I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, the way my nipples pebbled against the fabric of my sheer camisole, the ache… deep and insistent… between my thighs.I was ovulating. Of course I was.Perfect timing, right? And it made me angrier. I swallowed hard and narrowed my eyes at him. If he thought he could just waltz back into my bed and leave again like last time, he was wrong.So wrong.Instead of turning my back to him and risking having my whole day tomorrow in a mess, I could use him to douse my fire, then send him off like a male prostitute. That would equal the score, right? That would let him know what it feels like.I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, letting

Adele~ “Isn’t this just wonderful?” Emily rolled her eyes, flopping into the couch in the lounge with the grace of a collapsing lawn chair. “Everything is even free,” Sarah pouted, feeling just as dejected. Mark shut his eyes, taking deep breaths as he leaned against the wall, arms folded on his chest. I looked from one person to the other, not knowing what to say either. Today we were supposed to be launching 'The Coastal Sonata Retreat'. We've changed the name from OceanView Resort. We were ready. The welcome brunch was set. The buffet lined with fresh fruit platters, mimosas, local seafood delicacies and so on. The spa had its candles lit and tranquil music humming softly. Our rooms were pristine. Staff and chefs, both old and new stood in their well ironed uniforms. Everything was perfect. Except no one came. Not the travel bloggers who promised to post stories. Not the guests we reached out to, who gave us their words. Not even the locals who smiled and waved at us e

Adele~ I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “You're a mother yourself, you understand the bond between a mother and their child. So, unless you truly lack brains – which, of course, I’m beginning to see – you’d know that no matter how far a child strays, the roots always remember where they grew from.” Julia’s throat bobbed in a hard swallow. Her glare wavered. I kept going. “You fed him lies and bitterness like they were bedtime stories. You painted me as the villain because you needed to be the victim in your own affair. But motherhood?” I paused, letting that word hang heavy between us. “Motherhood isn't about manipulation. It's not about competition. It’s about sacrifice. And in that arena, Julia… you’ll always lose.” Her lips trembled. Just slightly. But enough. “Ethan will come home,” I said, not to her, but to myself. To the boy watching with stormy eyes from the corner. “He’ll grow up and see the truth. And when he does, I’ll still be here — the same woman

Adele~ “You hate me because I’m not a public figure, that I’m fat, don’t you?” I paused, my voice trembling—not with weakness, but with fury long restrained. “Fine. On this day, I promise you, I’ll become everything you think I’m not. And more.” Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t stop. “You think being a mother is embarrassing? That staying at home, sacrificing my career, building a life around you made me weak?” I took a step closer to him, looming over him like a bully. My voice was low but thick with fire. “Watch me now. Watch as the woman you spat on rises and turns this ‘small resort’ into a sanctuary, a name, a brand. Watch as this mother of yours takes back everything that was taken from me – the dreams your father killed, the life your father ruined, and the pride and confidence you repeatedly stamped on. “And when the world finally bows, they’ll know I didn’t do it to impress them—I did it because I had to become someone even my own son can't deny.” He flinch

AdeleShe turned fully, facing me now. “How do you know that?” “The way you stare at things, it's more like you're studying them for art.” I paused, “I used to be like that when I was younger. People thought I was just zooming out, but in reality, I was replicating things in my head.” Her mouth twitched. She turned her gaze away and for a long while, none of us spoke. Then, after what seemed like forever, she asked, “Do you have drawing tools?” I beamed, “Of course,” I rose from my seat and went into my office. I'd been against having a personal office, but neither Mark, Sarah, nor Emily would listen. They claimed even though Mark was the manager, and I insisted on holding onto my previous housekeeping job, I still needed my own office as the CEO, even though I wouldn't be using it. At the time, I’d thought they were just being overly dramatic. But right now? I was beyond grateful for their stubbornness.I had the largest office in the building, designed to perfection with soft c