My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Taylor’s POVMy entire body froze.The word did not echo loudly, yet it detonated inside me with the force of something catastrophic.Daddy?I did not breathe. I did not blink. I did not move. It felt as though my body had forgotten how to do anything except exist in that single moment where the past, the present, and every version of the future I had tried not to imagine collided violently.I turned slowly toward the hallway.Ashley stood there, small hands gripping the edge of the doorframe. Her dress was pale blue, soft and innocent—the kind of color that made her look like she belonged to a world untouched by lies or adult mistakes. Her eyes—his eyes—were wide, curious, and fixed entirely on Devon.On him. Not on me, but on him.My heart stuttered painfully. Why was she calling him daddy?The question did not arrive gently. It tore through my thoughts, sharp and panicked and relentless, because nothing about this moment fit the reality I had been trying to hold together. My mind s

Taylor’s POV" No! " I replied, weakly.I did not kiss him back.Not because I did not feel it, and not because some part of me did not want to close the distance and pretend that everything between us could still be simple, but because the weight of the moment pressed too heavily against my chest, and I could feel how unsteady he was, how the alcohol blurred the edges of his emotions and turned longing into something reckless and fragile all at once.His lips lingered against mine, warm and pleading, his breath uneven, his hand still cupping my face as though letting go would shatter him completely, and I stood there frozen, my heart hammering so loudly that it drowned out every rational thought I tried to summon.“Devon,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together, as I gently placed my hands on his chest, not to push him away harshly, but to create just enough space so he could breathe and so I could think. “You are drunk.”His forehead stayed pressed to mine, his eyes half-lidd

Taylor’s POV" Ahh! " I screamed.The first thing I became painfully aware of was the warmth.Strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, firm and steady, stopping my fall so abruptly that my breath rushed out of me in a startled gasp. For a second, I did not even move. I simply stood there, frozen in the space between embarrassment and shock, my heart pounding wildly as my brain struggled to catch up to what had just happened.I slowly lifted my gaze and forgot how to breathe properly.The man holding me was tall. Not just tall, but the kind of tall that felt deliberate, as if the world had been built with him in mind and everyone else had simply adapted. He had broad shoulders, a clean-cut jawline dusted with faint stubble, and eyes that were blue, sharp but amused, like he was constantly observing more than he let on.His suit was tailored perfectly to his frame, expensive without trying too hard, and his white shirt was open at the collar just enough to suggest confidence withou

Devon’s POVI waited and that was the problem.I waited like an idiot who still believed that if he stood still long enough, the world would eventually rearrange itself into something kinder.“Taylor,” I said again, my voice steady, controlled, loud enough to cut through the cafeteria noise without becoming a spectacle. “Would you come sit here?"She did not answer. She did not even look at me.For a split second, I thought she had not heard me. That maybe the clatter of trays and the low hum of voices had swallowed my words whole. Then I saw the way her shoulders tensed. The way her jaw tightened just slightly.She heard me. She was just choosing not to respond and something sharp twisted in my chest.I opened my mouth to call her name again, irritation already crawling up my spine, when movement at her table caught my eye.My eyes averted to Elliot.He leaned in closer to her, his posture relaxed, his expression soft in a way that made something ugly coil in my gut. Then he reached

Taylor’s POVMy mouth fell open. Not in a dramatic gasp. Not with a sharp intake of breath or a startled sound. Just… open. As if my body could not decide whether to scream or shatter, so it chose neither.For one second, I did not move.Ivy was seated on the couch in Devon’s office like she belonged there. Comfortable in a way that twisted my stomach. One leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed, expression soft and knowing.Ashley sat beside her.My Ashley! Her small legs dangled off the edge of the couch, shoes not even brushing the floor. Her shoulders were loose and trusting. At ease in a way that made my skin crawl because children should never look like that around women like Ivy.Ivy’s fingers slid through Ashley’s hair slowly, deliberately, as though she was savoring the moment. As though she was marking territory. She leaned in, lips close to Ashley’s ear, and whispered something private. Something that made my daughter’s mouth curve into a small, secret smile.A hot, vi