Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Emma’s POVI woke to a silence that felt wrong.It wasn’t the gentle quiet of early morning in my apartment, the kind that usually soothed me. This heavy, unfamiliar silence pressed in on me, making my chest tighten before I even opened my eyes.Then I felt it.Warmth beside me. The steady rise and fall of someone else’s breathing. The undeniable weight of another body sharing my bed.Oh God.Panic hit immediately. I lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling, afraid that even the smallest movement might trigger memories I wasn’t ready to face.They came anyway—slowly, unevenly.Wine.Laughter that had gone on too long.Cards scattered across the coffee table and forgotten.Then Dylan’s hands on mine. His words that had driven me to kiss him. My throat tightened.Everything after that was a blur, and that terrified me more than remembering ever could have. I couldn’t recall how we’d ended up in the bedroom. I couldn’t remember falling asleep. The absence of memory felt like standing

Brandon’s POVI told myself I was just driving by.That was the lie I clung to as I slowed a block away, engine rumbling too loudly in the quiet neighborhood Greer’s report had led me to. Neat lawns. Trim hedges. A place that looked like it belonged to routines and birthday candles and grocery lists—not secrets.I parked across the street and cut the engine.Late afternoon light spilled over the yard like honey. And there she was.Blonde. Striking in a way that wasn’t polished so much as lived-in. She stood barefoot on the grass, jeans rolled at the ankles, hair pulled back in a careless knot. A toddler tottered toward her with all the confidence of someone who hadn’t yet learned fear.“Careful,” she laughed, soft and warm. “Slow down, Leo. Slow—”The child tripped. She lunged forward instinctively, catching him before he hit the ground.“I’ve got you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.The kid giggled, all bright delight, and slapped his hands against her shoulder

Natalie’s POVI watched Emma answer the call with a sigh that was half-resignation, half-affection.“Hi, Dylan,” she said. I leaned forward, chin in my palm, shamelessly eavesdropping.From what I could hear, Dylan wasn’t being dramatic. Well, he wasn’t really like that. No guilt. No pressure. Just… concerned.Emma’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… okay. I mean, it’s not okay, but I’m okay.” A pause. “Yeah. Natalie’s with me. We’re having brunch.” Another pause. Softer now. “I’ll talk to you later. And—hey. Thanks. For everything, Dylan.”That last part did it.I saw it then—the sadness she tried so hard to tuck away, sitting right behind her eyes as she ended the call and set her phone face-down on the table.She exhaled. Long. Heavy.“Well,” she said lightly. “That was that.”I raised a brow. “You want to start from the beginning, or should I just assume wine was involved and bad decisions followed?”She snorted. “Rude. Accurate. But rude.”Then she told me everything.Th

Brandon’s POVThe lights went out without warning.One second, the meeting room was bright and orderly—papers spread across the table, faces intent, voices mid-thought—and the next, we were plunged into pitch darkness.Someone cursed softly. A chair scraped hard against the floor. A pen clattered and skittered away.My heart slammed against my ribs.Instinct kicked in before fear could take hold. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and switched on the flashlight. A sharp beam cut through the dark, illuminating startled faces and half-finished thoughts.“Everyone okay?” I called out.A few murmured yeses answered back. Uneven. A little too fast.I swept the light across the table. Faces emerged one by one—Elena, Nathan, Carmilla—startled but present.“Natalie?” I said.No answer.We all started looking around. “Where did she go?” Nathan wondered aloud. He stood up. “This isn’t the time to be practicing magic tricks or disappearing acts.” I couldn’t tell if he was joking or

Natalie’s POVI stared at Nathan like my brain had stalled, refusing to catch up with reality. For half a second, instinct screamed at me to lie. To come up with any excuse. But there was no plausible one. And so there was no point, either. He already knew. He already caught me. “This place is mine now,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Grandpa York gave it to me… And yeah, he was right. It’s a great sanctuary. So I came for peace and quiet.”Nathan blinked.Then he laughed.Not loudly—no, this was worse. Soft. Slow. Like a lock finally clicking open.“Well,” he said, shaking his head, “that explains a lot. But somehow, I’ve always known it, you know? I’ve always suspected.”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My throat had gone dry.“Natalie Harris,” he continued, pacing a step closer, hands loose at his sides. “Top-tier lawyer. Sterling & Co. York International’s miracle fixer. The woman Grandpa York trusted more than anyone.” He stopped in front of me, eyes sharp. “And Brand