Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Leon’s POV.The papers spread across my desk didn’t make sense. My name was signed at the bottom of each one, the loops and strokes identical to my own hand, yet I had never touched them. Legal filings for custody, declarations painting Scarlett as unfit, email transcripts with Franchesca laced with threats and manipulation.I read line after line, my grip on the pages tightening until they nearly tore. Each word accused me of things I would never do.What made it much worse—was that each of them were forged sentences that screamed betrayal in Scarlett’s direction.And when I forced myself to lift my gaze from the damning stack, she was standing there—her body stiff, her eyes wide with hurt, her mouth trembling as though every part of her wanted to deny what she was seeing but couldn’t.“This isn’t mine,” I promised, my voice rough. “I’ve never seen these before. Scarlett, listen to me—”Her laugh was bitter, sharp, breaking at the edges. “Never seen them before? They’re in your drawe

Leon’s POV.I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Not even for a single second.The hours bled together as I sat at my desk, replaying Scarlett’s face in my mind—her shock, her fury, the disbelief in her eyes when she looked at those papers. No matter how many times I told her they weren’t mine, that I had nothing to do with it, the hurt had already cut too deep.If only she would believe me. However, I knew I couldn’t blame her distrust. After everything she had been through, it was only expected and natural for her to react toward me in such a manner.Yet…It disappointed me that she didn’t trust me.I sighed.And then there was what I had said.I admitted I cared. The words had left me before I could stop them. I had spent years building walls around myself, refusing to let anyone get close again after Franchesca. And yet, last night, when Scarlett nearly fell, when I thought I was about to lose her—those walls crumbled.She hadn’t said anything back. She didn’t have to. I saw the way she fr

Leon’s POV.Exhaustion was really starting to kick in. I hadn’t rested properly in days, but today felt worse than all the others.I kept thinking of Scarlett’s face when she found those forged papers. The disbelief in her eyes. The hurt. That sting was sharper than any wound I’d ever carried.I had suggested to her that we get married because I wanted to protect her. Secure both her and the babies.I thought it would also show her that I was serious about giving her stability, about ensuring she and the children would never struggle. Instead, Franchesca had tried to poison the trust I had built with Scarlett so far and tried to tear everything apart.I saw through everything now.I sat in my office, Ezra’s voice steady in my ear.“Everything is arranged, Sir,” he confirmed. “The hotel will hold Miss Burnes for a week. After that, she’s done. I’ll make sure the staff don’t let her back into the house.”“Good,” I muttered. “Thank you, Ezra.” I paused, then asked, “Do you still have Sca

Scarlett’s POV.“Wait—as in a real hitman? One that you hire and pay to…” my voice trailed off and I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe it, despite knowing Caden was very capable of murder. I couldn’t believe he would go this far to get me back.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles pale, trying to process Helena’s words. “Are you certain?” My voice came out sharper than I meant. “Are you sure he’s a hitman? Are you sure you’ve got the right person?”Helena shook her head quickly, releasing a shaky sigh. “Well, no. But that’s the problem. There are two Nick Murrays listed in the city. And that is just in the city—there are plenty more with that name further out. It seems to be a pretty common name overall. So I couldn’t confirm it. It isn’t as if I could just ask him outright what he does for a living. If he really was a hitman…. I don’t know. He’d likely wonder how he got me number…” she paused, hesitating, then shaking her head. “I don’t know. I don’t want to test my luck the

Scarlett’s POV.The ride home passed in silence, but my head was far from quiet. Every thought tangled into the next, sharp and restless, refusing to settle. Helena’s words replayed again and again—the file she had found in Caden’s office, containing those photographs of me. And that number that was possibility tied to a hitman.I sat in the backseat, my hands pressed against my belly as Ezra drove, my reflection in the glass staring back at me with hollow eyes. The babies were kicking at that moment. Normally, I would savor a moment so precious—but I couldn’t.All I could think about was Caden.His name alone made me sick.What more could he possibly want from me? In my past life, he had already stripped me of everything—my dignity, my family, my friends… even my life. He and Dahlia hadn’t just betrayed me, they had destroyed me. And I had clawed my way back through all of it, only to find myself here again, haunted by the same man who couldn’t stand the idea of me slipping out of hi