Billionaire ex-husband craves me back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Donald's POV It had been one week since Sophia told me to leave. One week since I walked out of that hospital room. But her words? Those hadn't left me. Not for a single second."You disgust me."The words played over and over in my head like a broken record. I heard them when I woke up, heard them when I tried to sleep. I heard them in every quiet moment when my mind had nothing else to focus on.I was sitting in the living room, staring at nothing. The curtains were half-closed, leaving the room dim even though it was afternoon. I hadn't bothered to open them. I hadn't bothered to do much of anything lately. My phone sat on the table next to me, silent. I'd picked it up a dozen times, wanting to call the hospital. Wanting to check on her. But I always put it back down. She'd made herself clear. She didn't want me around. Didn't want my help. Didn't want anything from me.The hurt in her face when she'd looked at me. That cold, detached look in her eyes. Like I was a stranger, lik

Sophia's POVIt was already more than a week since my kidnap saga. I came to the hospital to check on my father, a daily routine to me now. I glanced at hie face to notice he looked better, just as the doctor had said. The color had returned to his face, and his eyes were clear and alert. Not that foggy, distant look he'd had when the poison was slowly killing him.I sat in the chair beside his hospital bed, holding his hand. It felt warm and strong in mine. Real. Alive. For so long, I'd been terrified I was going to lose him. That I'd never get to talk to him again. Never hear his voice or see his smile.But he was here. He was getting better. And I was so grateful I could barely breathe."I'm so glad you're okay, Dad," I said softly. "I was so scared when you were sick. I thought... I thought I was going to lose you."His hand squeezed mine gently. "I'm here, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere.""But you were so sick." My voice cracked slightly. "You were in a coma for so long. And

Sophia's POVOne month later…The elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the parking garage, my heels clicking against the concrete floor. My feet ached. My shoulders felt heavy. My entire body was screaming for rest.Work has been brutal today. Back-to-back meetings, endless emails, decisions that needed to be made immediately. Ever since I'd taken over more responsibilities at the company, the workload had been intense. But I didn't mind. Actually, I preferred it this way. Being busy meant less time to think. Less time to remember things I wanted to forget.I unlocked my car and slid into the driver's seat, letting out a long breath. The silence felt good after the noise of the office. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot, heading home.The drive was quiet. I turned on the radio but barely heard the music. My mind was already thinking about what I'd do when I got home. Maybe take a long bath. Order some takeout, then watch something mindless on TV until I'd

Donald's POV The car moved smoothly through the city streets, heading toward a place I never thought I'd willingly visit. The prison. I glanced at Sophia in the passenger seat. She was looking out the window, watching the buildings pass by, but I could see the tension in her shoulders."Are you nervous?" I asked.She turned to look at me, a small smile on her lips. "A little. But I think I need to do this. We both do."I nodded. She was right. This wasn't just about confronting Laura. It was about closure. About facing the person who'd caused us so much pain and then walking away from it all. Moving forward."I still can't believe she did all of that," Sophia said quietly. "The fraud, the kidnapping, trying to destroy your company. All the while pretending to love you."My hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Yeah. I was a complete fool.""You weren't a fool," Sophia said gently. "You trusted someone you thought cared about you. That's not being a fool. That's being human."I look

Sophia's POV I woke up slowly, my eyes opening to the familiar sight of the bedroom ceiling. The morning light was streaming through the curtains, soft and warm. I turned my head slightly and saw Donald sleeping beside me, his chest rising and falling peacefully. A smile tugged at my lips. Waking up next to him still felt new. Still felt special. Even though we'd been back together for a few months now, every morning felt like a gift. But then I noticed something else. Heat. My body felt hot. Too hot. Like I was burning from inside out. I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but the movement made my head spin. A wave of dizziness washed over me, making me close my eyes for a second. What's wrong with me? I took a breath, trying to shake off the feeling. I have an important meeting this morning. Investors from overseas were coming to discuss a potential partnership with the company. I'd been preparing for weeks. I couldn't be sick. Not today. I pushed myself up to