BORROWED LOVE ON ICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

MELISSA'S POV It was 5:00 p.m. when I finally sat on the edge of my bed, fully dressed, staring at the suitcase that had been waiting by the door since morning. The decision was already made, yet my heart still trembled like a leaf caught in the wind. My ride to the airport had been booked hours ago, the confirmation email still flashing across my phone screen as though to remind me there was no turning back.I stood slowly, scanning my apartment one last time. The cream-colored curtains I had picked out myself, the little coffee table covered with scripts and notes, the framed pictures from better days—all of it seemed to blur in my vision. Nostalgia clawed at me, heavier than I’d expected. This wasn’t just four walls and a roof. This place had been my anchor when life became unbearable, the space where I had laughed, cried, rehearsed, and dreamed.But it wasn’t safe anymore. Not with the betrayals, not with Xavier’s silence, not with Marco’s lies. Not with the weight of a secret

MELISSA'S POV Life in London hadn’t been easy. Honestly, it had been two weeks since I arrived, and every single day felt like an uphill battle. I thought leaving behind everything familiar would somehow make things easier, that maybe starting fresh in another country would ease the ache in my chest, but I was wrong.I was coping—barely. Managing my spirit, soul, and body like I was holding onto thin ropes about to snap. Life had been cruel to me before, but this? This was a whole different level of loneliness, and sometimes I wondered if maybe fate was punishing me. Maybe it was repeating itself, weaving me into the same pattern I once watched my mother suffer, only now it was in a different way, through me.I never imagined I would be the kind of woman who had to bring a child into the world without the presence of their father. I always swore I would never let history repeat itself. Yet here I was, seven weeks pregnant, staring down the exact same fate I had always resented.My

LOUIS POV Ever since I spoke with Marco and he told me that Melissa had found out we were the ones who framed her, I knew things had changed. Not like I was scared of Melissa, but I knew better than to underestimate her. The girl had fire, that much I’d give her. But fire alone wasn’t enough. What mattered most in this world wasn’t passion or even strength—it was foresight. You had to think ten steps ahead, anticipate every move, prepare your counter before the other person even had the chance to raise their hand. And that, right there, was where I thrived. So when I learned Melissa had been digging, when I heard whispers that she’d managed to connect a few dots, I didn’t panic. I wasn’t the type to panic. But I did tighten my grip on the situation. Loose ends had a nasty way of strangling people like me, and I wasn’t about to give her that power. The first thing I did was call Katrina. She was a vital piece on this chessboard, whether she realized it or not. If Melissa was dang

XAVIER’S POV The seconds between 7:59 and 8:00 had felt like entire decades. I had never been that restless in my entire life, not even before championship finals. When I finally pressed the call button, my hands were trembling. Davis picked up almost instantly, his voice clipped and professional, like someone who had nothing but facts stored behind his tongue. “Hello, this is Davis, your private investigator and tech guy.” It grounded me a little, but my chest still felt tight. “This is Xavier,” I said, forcing my voice not to crack. “Can we meet up?” “Location?” he asked. I swallowed. “Cafe 001, around that bookstore. Two o’clock.” “Noted.” That was it. Short, sharp, efficient. He didn’t waste words, and I appreciated that because if he had tried to draw small talk out of me, I might have exploded. But then the waiting began. I had never hated the clock so much. Every tick of the second hand was torture. I had already showered and gotten dressed by 10am, even though our m

KATRINA’S POV The last few months has been an ecruciating, dragging, mind–numbing months of Xavier ignoring me. And honestly, sometimes I wondered what hurt more—the silence or the fact that I had no control over it.When Melissa left, I should have felt something normal, like guilt, or maybe sadness. She was my sister after all, wasn’t she? Flesh and blood. Yet when I heard she had moved out, when I realized she had vanished into thin air, leaving not even a whisper of her presence behind, a twisted part of me felt… relieved.Relieved that I no longer had to watch the way Xavier’s eyes lit up whenever she was in the room. Relieved that her shadow no longer darkened every step I took. Relieved that for once, I might have the space to finally have him to myself.But months later, here I was, sitting alone in my small apartment, staring at my phone like an idiot. No calls from him. No texts. Nothing. I tried everything to get his attention. At some point, I even tried guilt. Sent hi