Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

For that day, Xavier was nothing but sweet. He surprised Aurora by insisting on drawing her a bath himself, though she told him several times that he didn’t need to. He tested the water, adjusting it with careful patience until it was the perfect warmth, and even set out a towel for her.When she slipped into the bath, sinking into the steam, he sat on the edge of the counter, watching her with quiet eyes. It was the kind of tenderness that felt almost foreign now, like something stolen from the past, and Aurora didn’t know what to do with it.After her bath, when she expected him to retreat into his world again, he instead grabbed his keys and told her he was coming with her to pick Elara up from school.Aurora blinked in surprise but said nothing. She only nodded, secretly wondering if this was his way of proving something, if not to her, then to himself.When Elara spotted them both waiting at the gate, her face lit up briefly, but her excitement dimmed almost as quickly when she n

Xavier hadn’t been home for two days.Aurora noticed the silence first. The absence of footsteps in the hall, the untouched side of the bed, the lack of his cologne lingering in the air. But what shocked her most was how little it hurt. She hadn’t called to demand an explanation. She hadn’t cried into her pillow. She hadn’t even rehearsed excuses in her head for Elara.And to her quiet relief, Elara hadn’t asked about him either.For once, Aurora was grateful for her daughter’s silence. It saved her from having to lie. From twisting Xavier’s absence into something less heartbreaking than it was.That night, after Xavier had walked out on her, she had made a decision. No more waiting around for a man who would never put her first. No more shrinking herself into a wife who had nothing beyond him. She needed to go back… not to the past, but to the part of herself she had abandoned.The research world.Her heart still clenched when she thought about it. She remembered the day she walked a

Aurora stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin like a quiet reminder that the world outside her tangled life was still moving, still breathing. Her phone buzzed again in her hand. She didn’t even need to look at the screen…she already knew who it was. Cole.Her heart raced. She pressed the answer button and lifted the phone to her ear.“Aurora?” Cole’s voice was low, hurried. There was a muffled noise in the background, like people talking and machines beeping.“I’m here,” she said quickly, leaning against the railing. “Are you okay? You sound rushed.”“I don’t have much time,” he admitted. “I’m on a short break. But I needed to call you, because I spoke to Dr. Halvorsen.”Aurora’s breath caught. For weeks, his name had been hovering in her thoughts like a locked door she couldn’t open. “And?” She whispered, afraid to hope.Cole sighed. “At first, he didn’t even want to hear your name. He’s… still bitter about everything that happened. But in the mid

Jaxon didn’t dream often…at least not the kind of dreams that felt soft, safe, and real. Most nights were muddled shadows filled with the echoes of his mother’s voice, stern commands, or the sharp sting of punishment. But tonight was different.He blinked and found himself standing in a meadow bathed in golden light, the tall grass swaying around him like it was alive, breathing with the wind. The air smelled sweet, like wildflowers, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t afraid.And she was there.Fate.She had always been there, for as long as he could remember. When his mother locked him in the dark, Fate sat with him in silence. When she forced bitter-tasting medicine down his throat that made his body heavy and strange, Fate whispered that the pain would pass. She had been his quiet friend, his only friend.“Hello, Jaxon.” Her voice was soft, like the grass brushing against his hands. She looked like she always did…neither young nor old, neither frightening nor ordinary

The garden was alive with laughter, the kind of laughter that was fragile, unpolished, but real. Jaxon sat cross-legged on the grass, carefully tucking wildflowers into Elara’s hair. She sat perfectly still for once, chin lifted, eyes closed, letting him crown her like a princess.“There,” Jaxon whispered, stepping back a little. His lips curved into the smallest smile. “Now you look like a princess… your highness.”Elara’s eyes flew open, wide and delighted. “Your highness?” She giggled, twirling in place, the flowers bouncing loosely in her curls. “I like that.”From the porch, Aurora paused with a tray in her hands. Her gaze softened at the sight before her: Elara beaming, Jaxon’s face shy but glowing in the faintest way she had ever seen it. His posture was still reserved, shoulders drawn as though afraid to take up too much space, but his eyes… they looked brighter. Less haunted.“Children!” Aurora called out, her voice gentle but carrying across the yard. “Come to the shade for