I Want A Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

DARIUSI sat in my car with the engine off. The parking lot was empty except for a few scattered vehicles at the far end. No one was here.Just me and the silence.My phone was still in my hand. The call with Sera had ended minutes ago but I couldn't stop staring at the screen.I wasn't meeting Vivienne.There was no reason I couldn't have gone home.I'd lied.The realization sat heavy in my chest. Made it hard to breathe properly.I'd told Sera to wait at the house. I set the arrangement at 1pm and then I'd called to say I wasn't coming back. That I was too busy with Vivienne.All of it a lie.I leaned my head back against the seat. Closed my eyes.She was probably still there, waiting in that house, hoping I'd change my mind and come back.She couldn't leave. Not really. She was too terrified of losing Luna. Walking away would mean giving up any chance of seeing our daughter again.So she'd sit there in the empty house and wait for me.Because she had no other choice.This is what

SERA Sleep didn't come.I lay in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling. My eyes burned from exhaustion but every time I closed them, my mind raced. Images of Darius. Of Luna. Of that empty house.When I finally dozed off, it lasted maybe ten minutes before I jolted awake again. My heart pounding. My chest tight.The pattern repeated all night. A few minutes of restless half-sleep followed by long stretches of wakefulness.By the time pale light filtered through the curtains, I felt worse than when I'd gone to bed.I sat up slowly. The room spun for a second before settling.My entire body ached. Deep bone-tired pain that made even breathing feel difficult. My head pounded with a headache that had been building for days. Behind my eyes. At my temples. Constant and throbbing.I stood up and the room tilted. I grabbed the nightstand to steady myself.My vision went dark at the edges. Sparks of light danced across my eyes.I was going to pass out. I could feel it coming.I forced myself t

SERAThey disappeared through the glass doors. Darius and Vivienne. Side by side.The bright lights of the concert hall swallowed them whole.And I just stood there. Watching. Unable to move.The crowd continued flowing around me. People excited for the performance. Laughing. Chatting. Living normal lives.While mine fell apart.The world tilted suddenly. The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady. Like standing on a boat in rough water.I blinked hard. Tried to focus.But everything was spinning. The buildings. The people. The lights.All of it swirling together in a dizzy blur.My legs felt weak. Too weak to hold me anymore.I stumbled sideways. My shoulder hit something solid. A building. Brick wall rough against my cheek.I leaned into it. Let it hold me up because I couldn't do it myself.My breath came in short gasps. My chest was too tight. My head pounded so hard I could hear my pulse in my ears.When had I last eaten? Yesterday? The day before?I couldn't remember. Food tasted

DARIUSThe phone went dead in my hand.Johnson had hung up on me.My grip tightened around the device until my knuckles went white and the edges bit into my palm, the sharp pain barely registering through the roar of blood pounding in my ears.Sera was in the hospital.In the hospital because of me."Damn it!" The curse ripped from my throat as I slammed my fist down on the arm of my chair, the impact jarring up through my elbow but doing nothing to ease the fury and panic churning in my chest.Around me, the concert hall buzzed with pre-performance energy—people laughing, champagne glasses clinking, the orchestra warming up somewhere backstage. The sounds felt distant and wrong, like they belonged to a different world entirely.I stood abruptly and pulled up my secretary's number, my fingers fumbling slightly as I pressed call.She answered on the second ring. "Mr. Blackwood?""I need you to find out which hospital Sera is in." My voice came out harsh and clipped, each word bitten of

DARIUSThe folder sat heavy in my lap, its contents spread across the passenger seat in a mess of documents and photographs my secretary had delivered twenty minutes ago.I'd pulled into the hospital parking lot but couldn't make myself get out yet, my eyes scanning the pages with growing tension that made my grip on the steering wheel tighten until the leather creaked under my palms.Johnson Smith.Not just some struggling businessman I could crush with a phone call, but a member of the prominent Smith family—old money, extensive connections, the kind of power that rivaled even the Blackwoods.Who would have thought?The investigation had been thorough, the timeline laid out in front of me making something cold twist in my gut. Johnson had been in New York for the past few days, meeting with his father and Smith family executives. His failing company had been absorbed—not destroyed, but folded neatly into the larger Smith holdings with several key assets transferred over in what look