The Game of a Married Woman のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Clara’s POV**I stepped out of my car, adjusting the nose mask on my face. My hair was let loose so no one would easily recognize me. I was here to meet Anastasia, but I didn’t want anyone seeing us together—not after her stupid interview that was still trending everywhere.Over a week had passed, yet her video was still the number one trending news.“Useless woman,” I muttered through my teeth as I walked into the private section of the restaurant where she waited.I had texted her to meet me here. I shouldn’t have, but I needed to confront her for ruining my plans. When I saw her interview, I almost ran mad. I wanted to rush to the hospital and rip her head off. What kind of interview was that? Was that what I told her to say? She said nonsense—dangerous nonsense—and almost exposed me too.Thank goodness she didn’t know who I truly was. If she did, she would have mentioned me in that interview without thinking.“How could you keep me waiting for hours?” Anastasia snapped the moment

Anastasia’s POV“I’ve been calling you but you weren’t answering!” my mum’s voice rang out the moment I drove into the villa and parked the car.My face twisted with annoyance instantly. I was already tired of her staying with me. I had even told her to go back to the countryside, but she refused, saying she didn’t want to return to hardship again. She complained that life over there was tough, she couldn’t cope, and worse—people would mock her because she had bragged to everyone that her daughter was marrying a wealthy man.“I’m here now. What is it?” I hissed as I walked inside the villa.I had been in a terrible mood these days and she knew it, yet she kept disturbing me. I had just returned from seeing that classy woman—I still didn’t know her name. She had texted me to meet her, and I went with the hope that she would help me take the video down from the internet. But she said she couldn’t. She claimed someone powerful was behind it.“Was it Philip?” I muttered, then shook my hea

Philip’s POVTo say I wasn’t shocked by Marceline’s attitude would be an understatement. She actually walked out of the office—she walked out—even after I told her that if she left, we were over.“Does she not care about me anymore?” I muttered, inhaling deeply as I hit the steering wheel in frustration.I had followed her and called after her when she left, but she didn’t stop. She got into her car and drove away like I was nothing but air. I was too ashamed to go back into the office, so I sat in the car instead. I had become the subject of gossip, even among my own staff. All thanks to Anastasia.The press conference was the only solution, but Marceline refused.“Bastard,” I cursed bitterly, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I clenched my fist.Dominic must be the reason she refused. He was confusing her emotions. The Marceline I knew loved me deeply—so deeply that she would have stood by me. She never let me face any challenge alone.My phone vibrated again. I checked it

Dominic’s POV**“Where is Dominic?” I heard Marceline ask just as I entered the room.I had been sitting at the hallway waiting for her to open her eyes. I didn’t leave, even after Philip told me to. How could I leave when she was still unconscious?. The moment the doctor had told me that she had woken up, I walked inside the room. “I’m here,” I said softly, walking quickly toward her.I had hesitated before entering the room. Philip’s words about me not being family had stabbed deep into my heart. I didn’t know how Marceline would react when she saw me—whether she would be unhappy. But hearing her ask for me lifted the heavy weight on my chest.“Dom…” she called weakly. Her eyes were still pale, but they shone slightly. A faint smile appeared on her lips.“Are you in pain?” I asked softly, squatting beside her bed and gently holding her hand.It was a foolish question. Of course she was in pain. She had just survived a near-death experience. No words could describe how I felt when

Philip’s POV“Divorce Agreement.”I read the caption again and again, hoping the words would somehow disappear on their own.I couldn’t believe my eyes. Marceline had filed for divorce. The papers had arrived two hours ago, yet the reality still hadn’t sunk in.“Have I really lost her?” I muttered painfully.My heart squeezed tightly. It was a bitter thought I refused to accept, even though I had already sensed it coming. The day she told me to leave her hospital ward had broken me into pieces. After that, she refused to see me whenever I came visiting.She chose another man over me.It was unbearable.Was this how she felt when I once asked her for a divorce because of Anastasia? When we fought over her returning to work?“No… there must be a way,” I said, shaking my head.My eyes were red and tired from sleepless nights, but that was nothing compared to the pain crushing my chest. Memories of our happy moments flooded my mind.“I’m going to fight for her love again,” I whispered.Ev