Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Aurora screamed until her throat burned. Her voice, raw and broken, tore into the storm as if demanding an answer from the heavens themselves. The rain fell heavier, mingling with her tears, soaking her gown until it clung to her body like chains.“Why?” Her cry fractured in the air, shaking as her knees buckled. “Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t I suffered enough?”She slammed her fists into the wet ground, mud streaking her skin as her sobs racked through her chest. The storm howled around her, thunder rolling like laughter at her pain.“I didn’t need to see this!” she screamed into the void, her voice trembling between fury and despair. “I didn’t need to know! I would have been happy…happy staying in the meadows with Elara, where there was no heartbreak, no betrayal, no disappointment!”Her body trembled as she bowed forward, forehead pressing into the earth. Her voice cracked, her words spilling like shattered glass.“Please… please, whoever is listening… take me back. Take m

Aurora found herself standing outside Elara’s school.At first, confusion clouded her mind. She didn’t remember this day. She thought that perhaps for once, Fate had made a mistake, pulled her into the wrong memory. But no… Fate never made mistakes. It was deliberate. There was something here, something she was meant to see.And so, though every part of her wanted to turn away, her ghostly feet rooted her to the spot by that unseen, invincible force.The bell rang, shrill and familiar. Children rushed out through the gates, laughter bubbling, bags bouncing, their eyes searching for the familiar faces of their parents. Aurora’s breath hitched when she saw Elara…her baby, walking out with a bright smile that wavered the moment she realized her parents weren’t there.She stood on tiptoe, her little grey eyes, so much like Xavier’s, scanning the crowd eagerly. Hopeful. Waiting. Aurora’s chest tightened.“Where was I?” Aurora whispered to herself, panic seeping into her voice. “Why wasn’t

The next time Aurora opened her eyes, the aroma of sizzling eggs and freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air.Her brows furrowed. For a moment, she thought this was another cruel trick or another memory that Fate was forcing her to relive. Her chest tightened at the thought of being dragged back into pain again, but then she realized something startling. She wasn’t watching this from afar. She wasn’t invisible. She was standing in front of the stove, her hand steady on the pan as she flipped golden pancakes onto a plate. The spatula trembled in her grip.Her breath caught in her throat. No… this can’t be real.The sharp cadence of footsteps echoed on the staircase. Then, a deep, familiar voice rolled into the kitchen, smooth yet edged with authority.“Yeah… I’ll have the numbers sent over before the meeting.” Xavier said, phone pressed to his ear.Aurora’s heart lurched violently against her ribs. Xavier.Her eyes snapped to him as he descended the stairs, tall and commanding i

The moment Xavier Steele walked out of the mansion doors, his mind was at war.The morning air was crisp, but it did nothing to cool the firestorm raging inside him. His jaw tightened as his polished shoes clicked against the marble steps, each sound reverberating like a countdown to disaster. He had faced hostile boardrooms, corporate rivals, and men who wanted his empire destroyed, yet none of it unsettled him like the thought of what lay ahead.“Good morning, Mr. Steele.” His driver greeted with a slight bow.Xavier barely spared the man a nod before sliding into the backseat of the black sedan. The leather interior closed around him like a coffin, suffocating with silence. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the armrest, but his grip tightened on his phone until his knuckles whitened.Lilith.Her name echoed like a curse in his skull.She was coming back. That afternoon. And she wasn’t coming alone.His private investigator’s report lay etched in his memory, burned into him like

The hum of chatter filled the ice cream parlor, blending with the cheerful clink of spoons against glass cups. Aurora sat across from Elara at a small round table, the pastel walls and playful décor of the shop doing little to ease the heaviness in her chest.She stirred her melting scoop absentmindedly, her gaze flickering toward the wide glass window that offered a perfect view of the airport across the street. Every few minutes, her eyes would drift to the glowing ARRIVALS sign, her heart tightening each time another set of passengers spilled into the waiting area.Elara, however, was blissfully unaware of her mother’s inner storm. With a wide smile, she swung her little legs beneath the chair, her spoon digging eagerly into her strawberry sundae.“—and then, Mommy,” she said between bites, her eyes bright, “Miss Clara said I was the best at twirling in class yesterday! She said I twirled like a real ballerina. And guess what? Next week is the recital, and I get to wear the pink tu