After I Died, He Truly Panicked のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Regina’s POVI forced my breathing into rhythm before walking back into the courtyard. One inhale, one exhale. Just enough to keep my hands from shaking, to stop the thoughts of Maxwell’s words from unraveling me completely.The showcase was already underway again. I could see Maxwell across the way with his team, the Kingsman Group, gathered around their station. Their energy was steady, professional, almost triumphant.He hadn’t even looked at me since storming away, and though the hurt of it sat like a stone in my chest, I straightened my shoulders and moved toward my own team.Lindsay caught my eye as I approached. She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. She simply shifted a fraction closer, and I stepped into place beside her as if we had rehearsed the motion. That small, silent show of support kept me from falling apart on the spot.One after another, different firms were called forward, each taking their turn presenting the months of work they had prepared. There were sleek di

Morgana’s POVThe waiting room smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale coffee.My attorneys flanked me on either side, whispering instructions I barely listened to.I knew the rules of this game, I knew when to appear lucid, when to let myself slip, when to make them believe that I wasn’t in control. They thought they were leading me into a cage. But cages are illusions.I had been ready for this day since the judge gave the order. I spent sleepless nights in jail. It was taking too much time.My attorney said there are thighs to do, and my deal with Frederick was going smoothly, still we had to be prepared in case of a fall out with Frederick, just in case he changed his mind.Fortunately, it didn't happen. Still, I had never been the one to put all my eggs in one basket.I had one more hand to play, but for now, Frederick had made himself useful.“Ms. Faye,” the clerk called, her voice clipped and professional. “You may come in now.”I rose gracefully, smoothing my clothes, tiltin

Regina’s POVWhen I finally stumbled back into the house, I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. I couldn’t. My skin burned with shame, with the imagined whispers of every face I’d passed at the showcase.The meeting at the office had been worse somehow. Those were the people who worked under me. Today, they had seen a side of me I never wanted anyone to see.I wondered what must be going through their heads. Had they lost a little bit of respect for me, or worse, did they straight up pity me now?If I saw even the smallest flicker of pity or curiosity here, within these walls, I knew I’d shatter all over again.So I did the only thing I could, I went straight to my room.I moved quickly, head down, steps almost frantic. The halls blurred until I reached safety, shut the door behind me, and locked myself in the washroom.And then it happened.The dam broke.I collapsed against the cold tile, ugly sobs tearing out of me, louder than I could contain. I pressed my fist to my mouth, as though I cou

Maxwell’s POVI woke up with a gasp, heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to claw its way out. Sweat slicked my skin, plastered my shirt to my back, dampened the sheets beneath me. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The nightmare had been too vivid, too real.Regina’s cries still echoed in my ears.I dragged a trembling hand over my face, but the images wouldn’t leave. She was there in front of me, Regina, clawing at the bedsheets, her nails tearing the fabric, her body writhing in desperation. “Please,” she’d sobbed, her voice shredded, raw. “Please, I can’t—I need—”And then it was me.My hands filling the syringe. The click of the plunger, the glint of liquid under the light. I had watched myself press the needle against her trembling skin, piercing it without hesitation.I had sneered at her. Sneered.The twisted smile on my face in that dream still curdled my stomach.“No,” I muttered aloud, shaking my head hard as if I could dislodge the memory. That wasn’t me.

Lindsay’s POVThe office was too quiet without Regina.She’d taken a day off today, one of the rarest things in the world. If it were up to me, I’d have told her to take the whole week. Hell, the whole month. Too much had happened. Too much had been ripped open, and she deserved a break from all of it.I was coming back from my lunch break, sipping on the last of my coffee, when I froze mid-step.A figure slipped out of Regina’s office.Not just anyone.It was Frederick.My eyes narrowed as I watched him move, quiet and deliberate, leaving something on her desk before walking out without a second glance.The coffee went cold in my hands.I didn’t think, I just went straight in, my heels clicking on the polished floor. On Regina’s desk was an envelope, the handwriting neat, familiar.I picked it up.On the front, it read:This contains all the answers you’ll ever need, Regina.My stomach dropped.The finality in his tone, in those words… it made something coil uncomfortably inside me,