BORROWED LOVE ON ICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

LOUIS’ POV It didn’t even take hours. The photo spread like wildfire. One moment it was just a single post from an anonymous account with a vague caption, and the next, it was everywhere. T*****r timelines. I*******m reels. F******k groups. Even TikTok edits with dramatic music. The internet is hungry, and Melissa—well, she was their perfect meal. I should’ve expected it. She’s a celebrity. Not just another woman walking down the street. People watch her every move. They wait for her to slip, even a little, because it makes them feel better about their own ordinary lives. Melissa was light to so many people, and now, I had fed them darkness. My laptop screen lit up like it had a heartbeat. Notifications pinged endlessly—likes, shares, comments, reposts. Every second, the numbers climbed higher. Millions of impressions in less than a few hours. Blogs wrote entire articles before noon. Clickbait headlines screamed across the internet: “Melissa Caught in a Secret Affair?” “The Shoc

MELISSA'S POV After Xavier left, I went back to my normal routine like nothing had happened. I folded the baby clothes he brought, tucked the bottles away, and cleaned up the quiet mess of his visit. Then I made myself a cup of tea, swept the living room, and tried to breathe. My swollen belly pressed against me as a reminder that everything was changing—but I held on to routine, because it was the only thing that still felt normal. I thought maybe today I’d distract myself a little. Perhaps scroll through my socials, check what the world was saying, maybe find something to make me smile, maybe even forget the heaviness of Xavier’s silence. But what greeted me on that glowing screen made my blood freeze. It was that picture. The same picture that had once torn my relationship apart, the picture that had been the beginning of endless pain, mistrust, and sleepless nights. The picture of me in that hotel room with another man—blurry enough to make assumptions, clear enough to frame m

KATRINA’S POV My shift finally ended, and I couldn’t have been more grateful. The hospital corridors had been filled with constant chatter, footsteps, and the occasional ringing of alarms all day, and I was drained. The kind of drain that seeps into your bones. I tugged my scrubs tighter around me and stepped outside into the evening air, the smell of disinfectant still clinging to my skin. All I wanted was something warm to eat and then to collapse on my bed for a long, uninterrupted nap. Nothing else. My body ached, my mind fogged, and the last thing I needed was drama. I walked into a small restaurant near the hospital, one I usually went to after work. It wasn’t fancy, just a quiet spot where the staff didn’t ask too many questions, and the food always came quickly. I slid into a booth by the window, ordered my usual—jollof rice with fried plantain and grilled chicken—and pulled out my phone. A quick scroll through I*******m would keep me occupied while I waited for my food

MELISSA'S POV Xavier looked like a child who had just been handed his favorite candy on Halloween. His entire face lit up the second I said I’d go back with him. For a brief moment, I forgot the heaviness in my chest. His joy was contagious, so pure and unrestrained that a small smile crept onto my lips despite everything. But then the reality struck—he had said the flight was this morning. That meant there was barely any time to prepare myself mentally or emotionally. I glanced around my small apartment, my safe haven for months. My chest tightened. Could I really leave this place behind? It was modest, yes, but it had been mine. Every corner carried memories—late nights curled on the couch, mornings spent staring out the window with coffee in hand, silent tears shed when the loneliness became too much. This apartment had held my grief, my healing, and now it was about to witness my next chapter. “Mel,” Xavier’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was already rolling up his

XAVIER'S POV Everything felt like it was finally back to normal—or at least as close to normal as it could get in my world. Melissa was back in my life. For the first time in months, I didn’t feel that gaping hole in my chest. She was here, in my arms, in my bed, in my apartment, carrying my child. The noise online had died down. The internet trolls who once branded Melissa with cruel names had shut their mouths, forced into silence after I made my declaration at the airport and followed it with something bigger—our engagement photo. The picture of me on one knee, sliding the ring onto Melissa’s finger, had gone viral. It wasn’t just gossip anymore; it was evidence of a man in love, ready to fight for the woman he nearly lost. That morning, I woke up earlier than Melissa. The sunlight was just peeking through the blinds, spilling across her face. She looked peaceful, her lips slightly parted, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. That image alone—my fiancée, glowing wit