The woman they tried to bury のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

John had made it clear that I shouldn’t bother trying to impress his mother. It’s useless, Liv, he’d said more than once. But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to. In three years of marriage, I had only seen her once—not on our wedding day, she managed to come up with the most ridiculous excuse to miss the wedding, but the day John introduced me to his parents, was the first and only time I had seen her or better still, she had let me see her. And that was exactly the genesis of her hatred for me. Yet, a part of me wanted this time to be different. As I silently rehearsed what I might say, how I could finally leave a better impression, doubt gnawed at me.The car slowed to a stop in the driveway. John stepped out first, then quickly moved to my side, opening the door and extending his hand to help me out.The staff wasted no time unloading our luggage from the trunk as we walked through the stone-paved walkway toward the house. John’s grip on my hand tightened—a silent

I walked down the hall, my mind a blur of confusion and disbelief. My heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of something I couldn’t yet understand. The word grandson echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was falling apart.I forced myself to push through the kitchen, trying to get myself a glass of water, maybe that would cool the raging flames in my heart. But the ache inside me was unbearable.I heard footsteps behind me. John.His presence seemed to fill the space, and I could feel his hesitation, his uncertainty. It was the first time today that he wasn’t certain of anything. His mother had won. Tricia had won. And somehow, I had lost.“Liv,” he said softly, as though testing my name, trying to gauge my reaction. “Can we talk?”I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t face him yet, not when I felt so raw, so exposed. “I don’t think we have anything to talk about, John.”“Please,” he implored, his voice almost breaking. “Look, I know this has b

Five years ago, I never would have imagined standing here—tall, bold, and successful.Back then, I thought that moment would ruin me forever. And in a way, it did. It tore me apart, stripped everything I thought I was, left me raw and trembling in the dark. But in time, the darkness became fertile ground. What John and his family did, the betrayal so sharp it still aches some nights, ended up shaping me. Molding me into this woman. This version of me. Stronger. Smarter. Unapologetically resilient.In some messed-up, twisted way… I’m grateful to them.I stood in the conference room at Adebayo Pharmaceuticals—the very heart of the empire I now helped build. The air was thick with tension and polished ambition. The long mahogany table gleamed under the fluorescent lights, surrounded by sharp suits and sharper stares. Colleagues I’d worked alongside—or outpaced. Each chair filled with someone who, like me, hoped to hear their name today.One of us would be named Associate Partner.I wasn’

When we walked into the restaurant, it was empty. Not a single guest in sight. For such a famous place, that was odd. Aside from the staff, it was just us. I looked at Robert curiously, my face betraying my confusion. “Where’s everyone?” He scoffed, clearly unbothered. Like he knew something I didn’t. With a flick of his hand, he gestured toward a table in the center of the room. He walked ahead, and I hesitated, watching him with a suspicious gaze. But eventually, I followed. He pulled out a chair, and I sat—slowly, cautiously, my eyes still scanning the room. The staff didn’t seem to notice anything strange. Their eyes were glued to Robert, like he was some golden orb that had descended from the sky. He is the kind of man you can’t help but look at… twice. “You still haven’t answered my question,” I said, clutching my bag tighter. “Relax,” he said, wearing that smug smile of his. “Don’t tell me to relax,” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “I know you know som

Olivia’s POVThey were all too stunned to utter a single word.Tricia stared at me like I was a character from a movie she hated—or maybe one she couldn’t stop watching despite herself. Her eyes followed every movement I made, wide and unblinking, her expression frozen somewhere between disbelief and disdain. It was almost comical how obvious she was.Mrs. Luther, on the other hand, tried to maintain her usual composure, but I caught her stealing glances at me. Pretending not to care, but failing miserably. How pathetic.I remembered the day they laughed at me. The day they ridiculed me. Called me a liar, a gold-digger, a nobody pretending to be someone. The memory was still sharp, still raw. But now? Now I had walked into this room beside a giant. Not just anyone—but Robert Adebayo, CEO of Adebayo Pharmaceuticals. A name that rang loud in global boardrooms. A company with over twenty branches worldwide, operating in more than three continents. We weren’t just big—we were dominating.