Ex-Wife’s Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 2KIAN:It was my father’s 60th birthday, Gabriella and I had attended even if she didn’t want to, and the first thing that greeted us was the fact that we were unable to have kids yet.My mother and father went all and all about it, humiliating me. Gabriella’s parents had said things about us not wanting to give them grandchildren. I had watched Gabriella go into the restroom to cry and when she had returned I decided to call it a night.It was all her fault, as a woman she was unable to give me a child and she had the nerve to blame me?I had never wanted to get married to her in the first place, I wasn’t ready to settle at such a young age and even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t have been with a girl as timid as her, but I was forced, my entire inheritance was in her hands and it was all because of her father, I hated her.Now she cannot give me children and my parents have slowly begun to convince me that I needed to divorce her and get married to someone that could give me a

Chapter 4GABRIELLAThe amount of happiness that filled my heart felt so strange. I was never this happy but today after finding out that I carried a part of Kian in me, my joy and happiness knew no bounds.I was not only happy that I could finally give my husband what he’s always wanted but I was happy to finally know what it is to have a baby grow in me .I was super happy, I watched Audrey beam with smiles, slowly her eyes watered and she withdrew her hands from mine to wipe her eyes. She held my hands as she sniffed in, her eyes fixed on the screen of the ultrasound machine.I had insisted on having a scan, I wanted to be sure that the test wasn’t a prank, I wanted to be sure that I had a child growing in me.“You see that over there?” The doctor pointed at the screen which showed only black and white images. She deepened the scanner on my tummy, pressing a little too hard.“That little dot?” Audrey asked and the doctor nodded her head.“That’s the heartbeat of your baby, congratu

Chapter 6 As I stepped into the house that was never my home, I walked past the remains of my shattered dreams. Dreams of raising my children here, of being loved here, more like shattered delusions, i sighed The place had always been cold, but now it felt hollow. Emptier than I remembered. Each step echoed as I passed through the hallway and into the kitchen. On the marble counter, something caught my eye a slick piece of paper, laid out like it was waiting for me. I moved closer, my chest tightening. It was the divorce papers. Already signed. Next to it sat an expensive ballpoint pen, silver and sleek, the kind he always carried around for signing deals that cost more than my entire life. Of course he’d be prepared. Of course he’d make it a business. I had signed a prenup, without a child, I wasn’t entitled to a dime of his fortune. Not the house. Not the car. Not even the wedding dress I’d once believed meant something. Just as I turned to leave, something e

Chapter 8Paris.It wasn’t grand.Not when I arrived jet-lagged, broken, and barely holding myself together with a frayed scarf and the cash Audrey had pressed into my hands. The city of lights didn’t dazzle me then. It just felt cold, unfamiliar. And painfully expensive.I slept on a friend-of-a-friend’s couch in a tiny Montmartre apartment for the first few weeks. No heating. Mold on the ceiling. But it was freedom.By day, I scrubbed tables in a crowded café tucked between a bookstore and a creperie. By night, I attended a small, underfunded fashion school in the 18th arrondissement—La Maison de Couture Artisanale. It wasn’t glamorous, but it gave me purpose.“You’ve got something,” Madame Duclair, my pattern instructor, said once, inspecting a draped muslin I’d worked on all week. “You stitch pain into beauty. Don’t lose that.”I didn’t know what she meant until months later.Two years passed in a blur of threading needles, spilled coffee, and prenatal vitamins. The pregnancy ha

Chapter 10“Touchdown,” I whispered as the wheels hit the tarmac.Theo sat up straight beside me, eyes glued to the window. “We’re in New York, mama?”“We are, baby.”He leaned closer, fogging the glass with his breath. “It’s so big.”“Yeah,” I murmured. “It always was.”The airport was crowded, loud as usual.“Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” I said.He nodded, clutching my hand tightly, his eyes wide as we stepped through the automatic doors at JFK.“Where’s Aunt Audrey?” he asked, tugging gently on my coat.“Right there,” I whispered, spotting her just past the crowd.And God,Audrey.She stood near the black car with tinted windows, one hand on her hip, her other holding her phone. Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement as she walked toward us,“You look like power,” I said as she reached us.She smiled, lowering her sunglasses. “That’s because I was dressed by the devil herself.”Theo ran into her arms.“Aunt Audrey!” he squealed.She picked him up like he weighed nothing.