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 211 - チャプター 220

I stood in the corridor for hours.Time had stopped making sense. The ticking of the clock on the wall felt louder than everything else. Every passing second dragged itself slowly, painfully, like it was mocking me. I could not sit. I could not lean. I stood there because if I stopped moving, I was afraid I would fall apart completely.Amara has been suffering from this very dangerous illness ever since I adopted her.The memory of the first diagnosis came back sharply. The sterile smell of the hospital. The quiet pity in the doctor’s eyes. The way my world shifted in that instant. From that day, my life had revolved around test results, hospital corridors, and prayers whispered into the silence of the night.I took her to the best hospital with good doctors.Money was never something I hesitated to spend. I would have sold everything I owned if it meant one more chance for her to live. I searched relentlessly, crossed borders, consulted specialists, begged when I had to.So many cons

For months now, I had been traveling back and forth.City to city. Country to country. Meetings stacked on meetings. Contracts, negotiations, late nights that blurred into early mornings. My schedule had become so full that time itself felt slippery, like something I could no longer hold.Paris barely felt like home anymore.I hardly ever saw Lily and Amara.The housekeeper took Amara to school every morning. The driver handled Lily’s commute to college. Everything was organized, structured, efficient. Too efficient.Sometimes I wondered if I had built a life so orderly that I had accidentally removed myself from it.Most nights, I slept in hotels. Some nights, I did not sleep at all.Occasionally, I video called.Amara would wave at the screen, her smile bright, her cheeks fuller than they used to be. Lily usually stood behind her, quiet, watching, smiling softly. We talked for a few minutes. I asked about school, about classes, about meals. They asked when I was coming home.“Soon,”

The next morning came too quickly.I barely felt like I had slept when I walked downstairs, rubbing my face and rolling my shoulders to shake off the stiffness in my body. The house felt different that morning. Lighter. Quieter, yet warm in a way it had not been for a long time.I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and raised my voice.“Who wants to go shopping today?”It was something I had always done back then, whenever the boys, Darling and Dillon, were around. A habit that never really left me, even after everything changed.Almost immediately, Amara’s door flew open.“Me, me, me, Daddy, me,” she screamed, running toward me with her arms raised.I laughed softly as I bent down and scooped her up.Lily stepped out moments later, confusion written all over her face. “What was that about?”Amara twisted in my arms to look at her sister. “It is a ritual,” she said proudly. “Every day that comes after the weekend.”“A ritual?” Lily repeated, amused.I set Amara down. “We always go ou

Back in the VIP room, the client sat across from me, talking endlessly about numbers, investments, projections, and timelines. I nodded at the right moments, responded when necessary, but my mind was somewhere else. It was with Lily. I had seen her. The way she pretended not to know me surprised me a little. She did not even hesitate. Not a glance. Not a flicker of recognition on her face. At first, I thought maybe she was embarrassed. Maybe she did not want her friends to know we were family. And I understood that. I respected her choice. Deeply. She was young. In college. Trying to build her own world. I had no right to interfere with that. If she wanted distance in public, I would give it to her. But something else bothered me. She looked pale. That image stayed with me. The way she sat there quietly. The way her smile was forced, almost nonexistent. It reminded me of this morning. She had been acting oddly. Not like herself at all. Usually, whenever she came down in

I sat in my study, staring at the shelves I had arranged a hundred times already, yet nothing seemed to settle my mind. My thoughts kept circling back to that night in Country D. That strange, vivid dream. At first, I had been convinced it was real. The warmth, the closeness, the emotions, everything had felt far too intense to be a dream. But when I woke up the next morning, the bed was empty. No one beside me. No trace of anything having happened.Just like a dream.And yet, the feelings lingered.They clung to me in a way dreams never did.When I saw Lily that morning, she greeted me cheerfully, smiling the way she always did. There was no awkwardness, no guilt, no hint that anything had happened between us. That was when I told myself, firmly, that nothing had happened. That it was all in my head. Just a dream.So nothing really happened between us.Two weeks passed after Lily left for the hostel. Two long, unsettling weeks. She barely picked up our calls. Most times, she only rep