The Billionaire's Broken Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The silence of Ethan’s study still echoed in my head even as I stepped into my room. I shut the door behind me, but the walls felt like they were closing in. Ethan loved Evelyn Navarro. He admitted it. But he didn’t say he killed her. Did he? I sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding, fingers shaking. Evelyn’s name had become a shadow in our marriage. A ghost neither of us wanted to face. But now, her memory felt real. Too real. I kept thinking about her expression in the photos.. happy, glowing, alive. So why did she die so suddenly? And why was Ethan keeping her file? I couldn’t sleep. Not with a storm of questions flooding my brain. So I left the room. I moved like a thief, barefoot, careful not to creak the old wooden floorboards as I made my way back to Ethan’s study. It was locked now of course it was. But I didn’t stop there. I had noticed earlier… a keyholder hidden behind one of the large abstract paintings in the hallway. And Ethan? He was a creature of habit

The morning after Ethan’s confession felt like walking through a dream I didn’t want to be in. I sat at the breakfast table, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone cold, watching as the steam faded just like the illusion of safety I used to cling to. Across from me, Ethan read the news on his tablet, but I could see the flicker of tension in his jaw every time he turned a page. Neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t comforting anymore. It was loaded. Heavy. I glanced toward the hallway that led to his study. The documents I had read were still burned into my memory. Evelyn’s voice still echoed in my ears. Her fear. Her urgency. Her unfinished warning. “Do you believe she’s still alive?” I asked softly. Ethan didn’t look up. “I want to.” “Then what do we do now?” He finally looked at me, his gaze clear and sharp. “We find the proof she was talking about. The evidence. If she really uncovered something about Navarro Corp, there has to be a copy somewhere.” I

The rain hadn’t stopped since dawn. Outside the tall glass windows of Ethan’s penthouse, Manila lay gray and blurred. Inside, the silence stretched unbearably as I stood frozen, my fingers still trembling from the confrontation that had just exploded between us.I never imagined I’d scream at Ethan Navarro. But I did.“You lied to me!” I had shouted, the echo of my voice still ringing in the cold, sleek hallway.Now I was standing by the door of his study, my breath shallow, chest aching, and hands clenched so tight I thought I’d break my own bones.He stood a few steps away, his face unreadable, the shadows beneath his eyes making him look more like a ghost than a man.“You shouldn’t have gone to Evelyn’s sister,” he finally said, voice low but sharp.I turned to him slowly. “You shouldn’t have made me doubt you in the first place.”There it was — the silence again. But this time, it wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind of silence that made you feel like you were standing at the edge of

The room was too quiet. Even with the soft hum of the air conditioner, the silence crawled into my ears, heavy and deafening. I stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the envelope I found tucked behind the antique mirror in Ethan’s study. My fingers trembled as I opened it, revealing documents I didn’t expect to see. Court records. Photos. Statements. All tied to Evelyn Navarro. I took a deep breath and sat down, my heart racing. The more I read, the more my stomach sank. It wasn’t just a tragic accident. It wasn’t just a story buried in Ethan’s past. It was murder. The door creaked open behind me, but I didn’t turn. I already knew who it was. “I told you to stop digging,” Ethan said, his voice low, tired, and yet still edged with warning. I clutched the papers tighter. “You didn’t tell me the whole story.” He walked in slowly, his eyes dark. “Because the whole story could destroy you. And me.” I stood up. “She tried to leave you, didn’t she?” His silence was louder than

The air in the room thickened the moment Ethan said, "We go to war." I hadn’t slept. Not really. After the journal, after the message on my phone.. after the haunting confirmation that Evelyn had feared for her life, it felt like the walls were closing in. I kept glancing toward the window, expecting another photo to flash on my screen. Another threat. Another ghost. Ethan hadn’t left my side all night. He wasn’t comforting he wasn’t built that way but his presence was solid, constant, like armor I didn’t realize I needed. “Tristan’s already on the way,” he said now, pacing in front of the fireplace. “He’ll bring everything Evelyn left in the New York office. The files. The backups. If anything survived, he’ll have it.” I sat on the edge of the couch, Evelyn’s journal in my lap, flipping through the pages once more. She had been meticulous. Her handwriting neat, like she didn’t want her fear to show through the ink. But it bled into every word. “She didn’t just suspect someone,”