My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Taylor’s POVLara had not given me time to argue.The moment the front door slammed shut behind Devon, her hand had been on my arm, firm but gentle, steering me toward the stairs as if she knew I might collapse if I stayed where I was. My legs had felt weak, like they were not entirely mine anymore, like they belonged to the shock still rattling through my bones.“Taylor,” she murmured, low and urgent. “Come upstairs. Please.”I had glanced back once, just once.Derrick had been standing in the living room, blood smeared across his mouth, his eyes bright with something cruel and satisfied, like he had finally said the thing he had been holding in for years. The sight of him had made my chest tighten painfully.“I need you upstairs,” Lara had said again. “Ashley needs calm right now.”Ashley.The word had pulled me back into my body. I had nodded, letting Lara guide me up the stairs, each step heavier than the last. My ears had been ringing. My heart had been pounding too fast. I kept

Taylor’s POVThe entire flight, I felt like I wasn’t really there.My body sat in the seat. My hands rested in my lap. My eyes stared out the small oval window at clouds that looked too soft to be real.But my mind...My mind was still at the airport. Still watching him laughing like an idiot. Still watching the way Ivy’s hand fit so easily around his arm, like it had always belonged there.I swallowed hard and shifted in my seat, forcing myself to breathe slowly. In and out. In and out. The hum of the plane was supposed to be calming, but my thoughts were louder than the engines.Did Devon really just move on like that?The question came back again and again, no matter how many times I tried to shove it away. I pictured his smile. The relaxed set of his shoulders. The ease in his posture.He hadn’t looked haunted. He hadn’t looked conflicted. He hadn’t looked like a man who just lost his family.He had looked… fine. Too fine.“You’re thinking too hard,” I muttered under my breath.Lar

Devon’s POVFor half a second, my mind betrayed me.The woman standing in my room, framed by soft lamp light and silk, looked like Taylor.The same height.The same shape.The same way my name leapt to my tongue before reason could stop it.“Taylor?”The illusion shattered instantly and her face hardened.Ivy’s mouth twisted, not in surprise, but in offense. “Excuse me?”Reality snapped back into place, sharp and unwelcome.“I didn’t...” I stopped myself, rubbed a hand over my face. “I’m sorry. I thought..."“You thought I was that bitch! " she finished coldly.The room shifted.The air thickened with irritation instead of desire.She took a step closer anyway, her expression changing, happy replacing anger. Her hand slid along my chest, deliberate, possessive.“You don’t have to apologize, honey! " she said softly, biting her lips.“We’re adults.”Then she leaned in to my face and started sliding her hands along my chest until she reached the buttons of my pants.I caught her wrist gen

Devon’s POVI stayed in my room long after the door had closed behind her.The silence pressed in on me, thick and suffocating, like the walls themselves were judging me for how badly I had lost control. My shirt was still wrinkled from where her hands had fisted it earlier. My pulse had not slowed and my body had not forgotten.Damn it.I dragged a hand down my face and let out a shaky breath. I should not have touched her. I should not have followed her. I should not still want her like this, raw and reckless and aching after everything.I paced around the room multiple times. Then, like an idiot, I found myself at the door. Hesitating on my door knob to check if she was also waiting for me.Not because I had a reason. Not because I had a plan. Just because some stupid part of me wanted to see if she was still there. To tease her, to provoke her and prove to myself that I still could resist her one last chance.I opened the door and froze.Ashley stood in the hallway, small and sti

Devon’s POVMy heart was still pounding as I held Taylor close, her head on my chest, our bodies tangled under the sheets. The room smelled like cum and us, a reminder of what had just happened. I stared at the ceiling, trying to process it all. We’d crossed a line we couldn’t uncross, and now embarrassment hit me like a wave. What was I thinking? Jumping in after her, bringing her here, letting things go this far. She was my ex for a reason. The divorce papers were signed. This was supposed to be over.I shifted slightly, feeling the awkwardness settle in. Her breathing was even now, but mine wasn’t. I should say something, make an excuse to leave before this turned into more regret. “Taylor,” I started, my voice low. “I should...”Before I could finish, the door burst open. Lara stormed in, her eyes wide and furious. She stopped short when she saw us on the bed, sheets barely covering anything. Her face twisted in realization. “Oh my God, you two actually did it? Taylor, what the