We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The storm didn’t start quietly.It exploded.By the time I realized how bad it had gotten, the internet was already on fire.Everywhere.Every platform.Every headline screaming the same name.Lilian.I lay back against the couch in my villa, one leg folded under me, phone loose in my hand as notification after notification flooded the screen. Media enterprises, entertainment blogs, fashion pages, news outlets—every single one of them had picked it up.Lilian Issues Public Apology.Lilian Breaks Down Over Plagiarism Scandal.Truth Revealed: Assistant Responsible.I let out a low laugh.“So fast,” I murmured. “You didn’t even give the dust time to settle.”Celebrities had already joined in.Designers.Actors.Influencers.People who had once smiled politely at me at events and never bothered to remember my name. I trust Lilian. She would never do something like this. She’s always been professional. This is clearly a misunderstanding.Retweets.Reposts.Stories with sad music layered

The sun was already dipping lower when the boys took off their shoes and ran across the grass again, laughing like nothing in the world could ever touch them.I stood still for a moment, watching.Alice was crouched near the basket, spreading the mats carefully, arranging the food like it mattered—like everything had to be just right even when she pretended not to care. The wine was set aside, untouched. Fruits piled in a neat bowl. The air smelled like earth and sweetness and something dangerously close to peace.The boys came running back with fruits in their hands.“Look!” one of them shouted. “We found more!”Alice laughed despite herself.“Wash them first,” she scolded lightly.They groaned but obeyed.I watched her smile.Not the guarded one she used in meetings.Not the sharp one she wore like armor.This one was soft. Natural. The kind that sneaks up on you when you forget you’re supposed to be careful.I moved closer, sitting on the edge of the mat.“You like it?” I asked.Sh

Early that morning, I was already awake.Paris looked cold from the hotel window . The city hadn’t even finished waking up yet, but my day was already spiraling into noise.My laptop sat open on the desk, a video call connected to the board directors. Their faces filled the screen, familiar expressions of worry, judgment, calculation.One of them cleared his throat.“Mr. CEO,” he began carefully, “we’ve received updates regarding your grandfather’s health.”I listened, arms crossed, jaw tight. I already knew. I’d been briefed last night. But they talked anyway, voices layered with concern that felt more like obligation than sincerity.Then another director leaned forward, adjusting his glasses.“With all due respect,” he said, tone sharpening, “you’ve been absent again. Do you intend to continue neglecting company matters?”My eyes lifted slowly.The air shifted.“Do you want to ruin this company?” he continued boldly. “Do you know how many rival companies are trying to make our stock

The house had finally gone quiet.Not the tense kind of quiet that made my shoulders ache, but the soft, fragile silence that came after children fell asleep—when the world seemed to tiptoe out of respect for their dreams.The boys had been exhausted.Happy, loud, glowing with excitement the entire afternoon. When Vincent and I picked them up, they’d practically bounced into the car, talking over each other, laughing, asking questions that didn’t need answers.“Is this how you’re going to pick us every day?”“Both of you together?”“Like this?”I hadn’t answered.I didn’t trust my voice.Now they were asleep upstairs, doors half-closed, lights dimmed just enough. I could still picture the way they’d curled into the blankets, smiles lingering on their faces as if even sleep couldn’t erase their joy.I sat on the living room sofa, my legs folded beneath me, my phone glowing faintly in my hand.Lilian’s post filled the screen.Words carefully chosen. Screenshots cropped just enough. A na

When I took the phone from Alice, I saw it immediately—the way her face changed. It was subtle. Anyone else might have missed it. But I didn’t. Her smile faded, not all at once, but slowly, like something retreating inward. Her shoulders stiffened, and for a split second, she looked like she was bracing herself for something she didn’t want to hear but already expected. That look tightened something in my chest. I turned away from her without a word and stepped toward the window, lowering the volume on the phone as I answered the call. “Speak,” I said quietly. My grandfather didn’t waste time. “What about the proposal between us and the Brooklyn family?” he asked. Straight to the point. As always. I didn’t answer immediately. I stared out the window instead, watching the night lights stretch across the city, sharp and distant, like a battlefield I’d already decided to walk back into. “There is no proposal,” I replied coldly. There was a pause on the other end. “You don’t ge