The Alpha Playboy Is My Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

°Amy’s POV°The room went quiet — that kind of silence that feels alive, like it’s listening.Christian was standing in the doorway, his facial expression was unreadable. His eyes flicked from me to Tessa, then back again. The tension in his shoulders made the air feel even tighter.Tessa opened her mouth, probably to explain, but I beat her to it.“It’s nothing,” I said quickly, forcing my voice to sound steady. “Just… doctor stuff. Don’t worry.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “Doctor stuff?”“Routine check-up kind of talk,” I added, trying to sound casual. My hands twisted the blanket a little tighter around me, hoping he wouldn’t notice.Tessa’s gaze flicked toward me, questioning, but she didn’t say anything. She just gave a small, knowing nod and murmured something about checking another patient before slipping out of the room.The second the door shut behind her, Christian stepped closer. His jaw was tight, but his eyes — those deep, tired eyes — softened a little when he looked at

°Amy's POV ° Later that night, after he went upstairs, I stayed in the living room. The house was quiet except for the sound of the clock ticking. The letter was still sitting there on the table, its folded edge catching the light. I reached for it, smoothing my thumb over the crease. ‘Congratulations, Mr. Raymond… Washington D.C. program acceptance…’ The words blurred a little as I read. Not because I was crying or anything … just tired. That’s what I told myself, anyway. He deserved this, he’d worked for it. And if he went, I’d be happy for him. That’s what love was supposed to look like, right? Being happy for someone even when it scared you? I pressed my hand against my stomach. The baby hadn’t kicked all day, but somehow, I could still feel the weight of it , that tiny, invisible reminder that I wasn’t alone. “Guess things are changing again,” I whispered. The silence didn’t answer, but it didn’t have to. *** The next morning, Christian was already down

°Amy’s POV°It had been almost three weeks since Christian left.Three weeks of texts that came in bursts — pictures of his dorm, random updates about the cafeteria food, and how his roommate snored loud enough to “vibrate the walls.”I laughed at his messages, sent emojis, told him about home, about Grandma Lydia, about the baby — but there were still those quiet hours when his absence felt like an echo that didn’t stop repeating.Still, I was okay. Or trying to be.Mostly.***“Now, remember, Amy,” Grandma said one morning, adjusting her glasses and pointing her wooden spoon at me like it was a weapon. “No overworking yourself, you hear? You’ve got enough going on in there.” She nodded at my stomach.I smiled. “It’s just part-time, Grandma. Four hours a day. I’ll survive.”“You better. And don’t let them make you stand too long.”“Yes, ma’am.”“And eat before you go.”“Grandma—”She raised her eyebrows.I sighed, grabbing a banana from the table. “See? Eating.”She smiled then, sati

°Jeremy’s POV°After I’d killed her…Even thinking those words still feels like swallowing glass.The first few weeks after it happened, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. The reflection didn’t feel like mine anymore. It was like staring at a stranger wearing my skin, someone who’d ruined everything good that ever tried to love him.I don’t remember much from that night after she fell. Her gasps, the smell of her blood, and the sound of my own breathing….it all blurs together now. What I do remember, though, is waking up alone the next morning, cold and shaking, with her name still stuck in my throat.It’s been a year since then. A whole year, and the pain hasn’t dulled. It just… changed shape.These days, it’s quieter. It doesn’t claw at me like it used to. It just sits there, heavy and patient— waiting for me to think I’m okay so it can remind me I’m not.The morning light hit her grave when I got there. I’d brought white lilies this time. She liked lilies…said they loo

° Jeremy's POV °I looked away, how was I supposed to answer that?“It's just someone I'm tracking,” I told her as I dressed properly, zipping up my pants, and tightening my loose tie. “ You can let go this now.” I told her snatching the pictures away from her, placing it roughly on my desk.“You think I'd buy that? I know you have many lovers, but why go after one who's existence you're not sure about?” She asked almost raising her voice…..“I don't chase the wind, or the ghosts…” I cupped her face, looking into her glassy eyes, “Oh don't cry for me, you'd be third person who did,”SLAP!It was so hard on my right cheek that I could barely recover from the pain and shock.I didn’t move.Not when the sting on my cheek burned like fire.Not when Claire turned her back on me and started straightening her dress.The silence in the room stretched, thick and heavy like fog.She adjusted her bracelet, her hair falling over her shoulder. “You know,” she said quietly, “you don’t have to make