Rejected by my Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Margaret adjusted the pearl brooch on her blazer with slow, deliberate movements, as if every second of the gesture carried meaning. Natalie stood in front of her, hands clasped together, posture obedient, eyes bright with anticipation.“There’s one more thing,” Margaret said calmly. “You’ll be going to Reid’s apartment today.”Natalie’s eyes widened instantly.“Reid’s… apartment?”“Yes.” Margaret picked up her phone from the table. “I’ve already informed him. He won’t object.”Natalie’s lips parted in a soft smile she didn’t even try to hide. The apartment. His space. His world.“You’ll need clothes,” Margaret continued. “Proper ones. Dresses suitable for public appearances. Shoes. Accessories. Nothing excessive, but nothing cheap either.”Natalie nodded rapidly.“Of course, Mother. I understand.”Margaret glanced at her over the rim of her glasses.“And you’ll be shopping at the Imperial Lux Mall. Only there.”Natalie’s breath caught.“The Imperial Lux?”

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Karline didn’t look back when she walked away.Her heels moved steadily across the polished marble floor, each step controlled, measured. The noise behind her, Natalie’s laughter, the excited squeals of her friends, the rustle of garment bags, blurred into background static.She told herself she didn’t care.She told herself that very firmly.Behind her, Natalie had already taken over the first luxury boutique like a queen claiming new territory.“Oh my God, this place is stunning,” Natalie exclaimed, spinning slowly as she took in the crystal-lit showroom. “I want to try everything.”The sales assistant straightened instantly, her smile professional but cautious. “Of course, ma’am. Please let me know if you need..”“I’ll need a lot,” Natalie cut in, waving her manicured hand. “Start pulling my size. All of it.”Her friends giggled.“You’re insane,” one of them said, eyes wide as she touched a silk gown.“Girl, this is what being engaged to a billionaire lo

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWBy the time the shopping bags were finally loaded and the staff’s smiles had started to look strained, the mall felt heavier, too bright, too loud, too full of pretending.Reid walked back toward the main lounge area of the luxury floor, his expression neutral, his posture relaxed in that effortless way that made people assume he was always in control. Karline followed a step behind, face composed, spine straight, heels clicking with quiet authority. If anyone looked closely, they’d see the tension threaded through her shoulders, but no one ever looked closely enough.Natalie spotted them immediately.Her smile bloomed fast. Too fast.“Oh, there you are!” she said, gliding toward them with practiced grace, arms full of glossy shopping bags. Her friends clustered behind her, nodding, whispering, eyes darting to Reid like moths to light.Karline stopped beside him, folding her arms loosely.Natalie laughed lightly, the sound airy and rehearsed. “I was just tel

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW After enjoying the entire drama from beginning to end, every raised voice, every dropped shopping bag, every second of confused panic, Karline felt deeply, profoundly satisfied.Not smug.Not cruel.Just… fulfilled.It was the quiet kind of satisfaction, the kind that settled neatly in her chest and stayed there. No rush. No gloating. Just the calm certainty that things had unfolded exactly as they should have.She adjusted her grip on her purse and stepped into the parking lot, posture straight, shoulders relaxed. Her heels clicked softly against the asphalt, the sound steady and precise—tap… tap… tap—each step measured, unhurried, deliberate.It wasn’t haste guiding her forward; it was control.Behind her, Natalie and her friends were still absolutely convinced Reid had vanished..poof ..disappeared into thin air after leaving emotional wreckage in his wake.Karline knew better.Near the mall exit, Natalie and her group hovered in a loose, awkward cluster,

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The apartment was unusually tense.Margaret sat on the velvet armchair near the fireplace, spine straight, fingers wrapped tightly around a porcelain teacup she hadn’t touched. Her eyes were fixed on Natalie, who was perched on the edge of the sofa, phone pressed to her hands, posture carefully delicate, as if the right angle of vulnerability might earn sympathy.Around them, Natalie’s friends hovered awkwardly. They tried to look busy, uninterested, but their eyes darted constantly between Margaret and Natalie, soaking in every second of the drama they hadn’t anticipated when they came for shopping and luxury.James stood near the window, arms crossed, face unreadable. Reid leaned against the desk, one hand in his pocket, expression calm, too calm.Natalie sniffed softly into the phone.“Reid…” she said, voice trembling just enough. “I don’t understand how this could happen. Today was supposed to be… nice.”Reid’s voice came through steady, controlled. “N