MY SECRET HUSBAND IS TEN YEARS YOUNGER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

{NYRA} The words spilled from my mouth, sharp and unforgiving, cutting through every heart like a two‑edged sword. I didn’t bother to look at Draven. I didn’t need to. I knew he was stunned, shaken by the gravity of my words. I walked up to my parents, their faces already carved with questions… expressions that demanded explanations I wasn’t sure I was ready to give. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together, trying to keep my emotions steady. By now, reporters surrounded us, recorders thrust forward, digging for headlines. “Ms. Nyra, can you tell us what happened today?” The mic hovered inches from my lips. My throat tightened, but no words came. “What made you suddenly back out of the wedding?” My pulse, hammered. I wanted to vanish into the floor. “Ma’am, the public is dying to know… what went wrong.” Their voices rose in unison, pressing closer, suffocating me. --- “Stupid girl… Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” His words struck first, then his

{NYRA} Three hours later. I woke miserably to the sterile antiseptic that sent a sharp, uninviting scent to my nostrils. My eyes fluttered open to the soft beep of a machine monitor. Each sound was a reminder I was alive, though my body felt mercilessly heavy. A translucent IV line snaked from my arm to a hanging bag of fluid. Bandages wrapped around my bloodied, stained head, pressing against the pain that stabbed like broken glass shards. My memory blurred, fragments clawing at me, trying to recall something tragic. I blinked slowly, adjusting to the sterile light, and felt the weight of healing… of survival. “What happened?” I muttered, scanning through my environment like a lost, confused cub searching for its mother. The white sheets lay under me, soft and warm, but the air was cold, humming with fluorescent light. “You’re safe now.” The words floated in the sterile air. For a heartbeat, I thought I was hallucinating. I lifted my weak head slowly, meeting the man who ha

{NYRA} “Everyone is waiting, Ms Nyra,” I heard him say. The heavy black mic outweighed his right arm, green veins shooting out like star‑gazers into the moon. The room suddenly felt hot, static. I could feel the weight of their gazes, sneers and scornful expressions cutting into me. The reporters were eager, impatient, ready to seize on anything they could use against me. I shot a glance at my mom. She stood still, red pointy heels adding to her height, tomato‑fitted gown clinging to porcelain skin. But none of this distracted me from her warning signal in my direction. A sign that said: Don’t you dare. “Uhm… I… the lady… I don’t remem…” I stuttered uncontrollably. The pain above my stitched head was sharp as a needle. I was barely holding in when a bass voice, hoarse and thick, interrupted the chaos. “That won’t be necessary anymore, because she won’t be answering any of your questions.” “And you must be?” The male reporter’s tone hinted he was the leader of this little

{NYRA} “No, don’t come in!” I screamed at the top of my voice, loud enough for him to hear. But it was already too late. Jayden had spied his way into the room, moving with a certainty that made me feel he had everything planned out. I twirled, meeting his eyes — wide open, staring at me as if I were a magnificent fairy who had suddenly appeared to grant him good tidings. The towel clung tightly to my wet skin. Half my cleavage was exposed. “Fuck!” he cursed through his teeth, staring at me — lost, confused, guilty for walking in. In a swift moment, he spun around, his back facing me. “I’m sorry, Nyra. I thought something had happened to you, that’s why I came rushing in.” His voice carried instant regret. For a moment, I couldn’t help myself. My lips curved into a wide smile, enough to light up the whole universe. Jayden was the perfect form of what we called… a gentleman. “Uhm, it’s fine. I’ll just get dressed… immediately,” I whispered, shy and embarrassed. “Yeah,” he f

{JAYDEN} “Is there something on my face?” Her soft, tiny voice rang in my ears like a lullaby. I wanted to tell her how much she had always meant more than just a friend to me all those years. But then, I was just a teen, a fifteen‑year‑old coward kid, while she was twenty‑five. An old soul for me. It was impossible and dangerously stupid to tell her that. “You look gorgeous as always, Nyra.” My eyes were fixed on hers, lips curling into a smile. She thought I was absurd. Her face was bruised, her head wrapped in a white bandage. To her, it felt like another lie. “I was too little for you to notice… but I hope you will now,” I hinted, eyes filled with emotions I tried to suppress. She had always failed to notice me in the past. During the Halloween night party, my elder sister and her were inseparable. But my eyes were fixed on my sister’s best friend, Nyra. I was bullied by two guys that night, bigger than me in size. Others were too afraid to confront them, but an angel cam