BORROWED LOVE ON ICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

XAVIER'S POVEvery single day has dragged on—long, tormenting, and unforgiving—and each one has felt like a slow, relentless punishment.I still remember the afternoon I learned the truth. I found out from Davis—the investigator Melissa had hired—that she had asked him to dig into what really happened at the hotel that night. The night I got stabbed. The same night that tore us apart.The revelation hit me like a wrecking ball, tearing down every wall of pride, anger, and denial I had built to protect myself. My chest burned. My throat tightened. My entire body felt like it was on fire, but not the kind of fire that gives warmth—the kind that consumes. And all I could think about was Melissa. My Melissa. The girl I doubted. The woman I accused. The love I betrayed.The moment the truth sank in, I rushed to her apartment. My heart raced with hope, fear, and desperation all at once. I pounded on her door so hard, I thought I’d break it down. But when her neighbor opened their door inst

XAVIER'S POV Morning came by so quickly, I could hardly believe it. It felt like the sun rose just for me. For the first time in months, I wasn’t dragging myself out of bed like a man carrying chains. I was restless, excited, nervous—all at once. The fact that I was one step closer to finding Melissa was a thrill I couldn’t describe.I got up, washed up, and made myself a simple breakfast—eggs and toast, nothing special. But even that felt different. Every bite felt like fuel for the mission ahead. For the first time, I wasn’t just going through motions.After breakfast, I grabbed the mop and broom and started cleaning my apartment. I scrubbed the countertops, vacuumed the living room, dusted shelves I hadn’t touched in months. I don’t even know why I did it—maybe I wanted to distract myself, maybe I wanted to feel like I was preparing for something bigger. Deep down, I think I cleaned like a man expecting his family to come home after a long trip.Because that’s what Melissa was t

MELISSA’S POV Oh my gosh, hot tears streamed down my cheeks—the past I thought I had buried for four months now came crashing back with full force. How could he possibly find me? How?I sat on the edge of my couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my dress, my heart still racing hours after I had slammed the door in his face. My chest ached, my palms were clammy, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, it felt like my lungs were filled with smoke.Xavier.The one person I had spent months trying to erase from my life. The one person I swore I would never see again. The one who broke me so completely that sometimes I doubted if I would ever recover.And now he had found me.I pressed both palms to my face and groaned. “How, Xavier? How the hell did you find me?”I had been careful. I left no trail. I changed my number, deleted every account, even moved cities for crying out loud and yet, somehow, he still showed up at my doorstep, stammering apologies like they could fix the wreckag

XAVIER'S POV The city outside my hotel window was restless, alive with horns, streetlights and vehicles revving in the late night traffic. London never really slept, but tonight it felt like the whole world was wide awake with me. I sat on the edge of the bed, shoes still on, tie loosened, staring at the floor like it held answers I desperately needed.Melissa’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and trembling with fury, shutting me out. Her door slamming had been final—like a gavel, sentencing me to my own torment. But that wasn’t what ripped me open the most. It was her belly. The undeniable curve beneath her clothes. A child.Every breath I drew came with the same stabbing thought: She’s pregnant.I stood up, paced to the window, then back to the bed. My fists kept clenching and unclenching at my sides. “Think, Xavier. Think,” I muttered under my breath. My mind jumped to the worst possibilities first—what if it wasn’t mine? What if, while I was too proud and blind, someone el

MELISSA'S POV I can’t keep doing this. Of the truth, I love Xavier, but I don’t know if my heart can keep carrying the weight of this back-and-forth. He shows up, begs, buys gifts, makes promises, and for a moment I feel weak, but then the memories rush back like a storm. The rejection, the harsh words, the way he made me feel like nothing when all I ever wanted was to be enough for him.But today… Today felt different.When I closed the door behind him, a bouquet in my hand and bags of baby items piled in my living room, I pressed my back against the door and slid down to the floor. My heart was still racing, my hands trembling, but not out of anger—at least not entirely. It was something else. I rested my hand against my belly, the gentle swell that had become the center of my universe. My baby shifted faintly inside me, and for a second I imagined Xavier’s face when he first saw me at the door. He didn’t look like the arrogant man who felt I betrayed him before. No, his eyes