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 71 - チャプター 80

The journey to the Markson Family Mansion was silent.The car glided through the cold streets, the tires slicing through the snow as flakes drifted lazily from the sky. I sat in the back seat, my palms resting over my belly protectively, as if my hands could shield the tiny life inside me from the storms raging outside—and inside Vincent’s heart.When we arrived, the mansion stood tall as ever—grand, cold, intimidating. It was the kind of place that always made you feel small no matter how strong you tried to stand. The heavy double doors opened before I could even reach for the handle. A butler stepped aside, bowing slightly. “Madam,” he greeted softly.I nodded and stepped in. The warmth from the mansion immediately wrapped around me, chasing away the cold that clung to my skin. The old patriarch was already there, seated in his grand chair near the fireplace. His gaze found me immediately—sharp yet filled with something softer today.“Alice,” he said, his tone carrying both authori

I woke up with a start, my breath catching in my throat. For a second, I didn’t recognize where I was. The room was far too elegant, too expensive the golden curtains flowing to the marble floor, the crystal chandelier glittering faintly above, the soft hum of the heater running somewhere near the corner. I blinked rapidly, sitting up in bed, my heartbeat racing.Then it dawned on me.This was the hotel. The luxurious one we checked into this morning after arriving in Paris.Gosh, I almost thought I had been kidnapped, or worse that Vincent had finally carried out his plan and taken me to the hospital to force that terrible procedure on me. A wave of panic rushed through me, and I pressed my palm to my chest, forcing myself to breathe. You’re fine, Alice. You’re fine.I threw off the sheets, padding toward the bathroom. My feet met the cool marble, and I turned on the tap. The sound of rushing water echoed around me. I leaned forward and splashed water on my face again and again unt

The corridor was too bright. Too silent.The kind of silence that screamed.My head was buzzing no, pounding hblood rushing in thick waves that made the walls tilt. I leaned against the cold marble wall, breath shallow, the fluorescent light above me flickering. My palm was still wet. It took me a moment to realize it was her blood Alice’s blood.The image wouldn’t leave. Her pale face, eyes wide with terror and disbelief, the way her lips trembled as she whispered, “My babies.”That voice cracked, broken, still calling for me even after I hadNo. I couldn’t finish the thought.I pressed my hands over my face, dragging them down roughly, my fingertips trembling. The scent of antiseptic mixed with copper, thick in the air. It reminded me too much of something else of someone else. My brother’s body. The same metallic smell, the same silence after a scream.The memory slammed into me without warning. The night I found him blood pooling beneath him, eyes half open. I staggered forward no

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. The ceiling above me stretched blank and white, the kind you could lose yourself staring at when your mind didn’t want to think.But mine couldn’t stop thinking.The last thing I remembered two days ago was the blinding pain, the shouting voices, the smell of my blood and Vincent’s face twisted with disbelief. Then darkness. Cold, heavy darkness.Now, I am here. In a room far too large to belong to any hospital ward. The sheets were silk, the curtains velvet, the furniture luxurious and silent.And the first voice I heard was the doctor’s.He was standing at my bedside, checking the monitors, his face calm but serious. He had that gentle tone people used when they didn’t want to scare you, but I could read the truth in his eyes.“You’re awake,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling, Ma?”My throat was dry. My voice came out rough. “Tired… heavy.”He nodded and glanced at the chart. “That’s expected. You los

Three days The day had been a disaster. I could still taste the bitterness of it in my mouth, the acrid flavor of failure mixed with frustration and exhaustion. The high-level investors from Japan had been nothing but polite facades hiding the sharp edge of disappointment. Every word, every tone, every hesitation I could feel like a personal affront. I had tried to hold it together, smiled, nodded, parried their probing questions, but by the last meeting, even I couldn’t maintain the illusion.My hands were cold, trembling slightly as I slammed the folder onto the conference table. The room went silent. I could feel the tension radiating from the chairs around me, the investors exchanging glances. One of them opened his mouth, probably to apologize, to soften the blow, but I didn’t wait. I didn’t want to hear any more empty words.Without a word, I stormed out of the boardroom. My tie was loosened, my jacket unbuttoned, and the dark circles under my eyes were deeper than ever — thoug