The Billionaire's Accidental Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ava:Dante and I rushed inside, but the moment we stepped inside the house, we both came to an abrupt stop at the sight of Belle standing in the hallway, holding not one nor two, but three handbags and struggling with them.The sound we heard from outside was because one of the bags fell down to the floor, and she was standing there, wondering how she could pick it up, along with the other three in her hand, and make sure none of them fell.She didn't even realize we were standing there for a long minute. Her brows were furrowed tightly into a deep frown as she tried to find a way to pick up the bag that fell on the floor.None of the bags she was holding was the black one I had asked her to bring. When it had been intentional, I simply wanted to stall her.Belle wasn't very good with colors, but when she saw black or white, she knew which was which.My black bag wasn't even on the bed or the couch in the room. It was in my closet, on the upper shelves of it, which even I find difficu

Ava: I shook my head, the corners of my lips twitching with amusement at how serious he sounded. “You're not going to kill our neighborhood dog, Dante.” “Watch me,” he muttered, staring forlornly at the destroyed petals in his hands. “I went to three different flower shops for these.” The admission made something soften in my chest. “Three?” That wasn't what he told me earlier. He had said it as if he had randomly seen someone selling them and bought them while on his way. He didn't say he stopped at three different shops. “Three,” he confirmed, looking up at me. “The first two didn't have yellow roses. Belle mentioned once that yellow was her favorite color, so I wanted—” He stopped, shaking his head. I mean, it doesn't matter now. They're ruined.” He pointed at the petals scattered on the floor. I looked at the scattered petals and then at Dante, who crouched there trying to salvage what was left, and felt my remaining anger from earlier dissolve just a little more. “It's t

Ava: I swallowed tightly, unable to answer his question. The answer was blaringly obvious to both of us. I had carried the guilt for years and somehow believed it so thoroughly that I didn’t want to be convinced otherwise, despite none of it ever making sense. It was so strange that I couldn’t remember anything. Not the seconds before the crash, nor the argument, and not even the way Ivy looked or sounded in those final moments. Everything was a void where something vital should have been. And instead of fighting the void, I lived with it. I accepted the version of the story that was handed to me, along with all the guilt that was forced down my throat because I thought I deserved it. I should have stayed stuck in the idea that it wasn’t my fault. That would have been the logical and healthy thing to do. But I heard it was my fault so many times with enough force to bruise the soul. ‘Ava, you were driving.’ ‘You were careless, Ava.’ ‘You should have been more responsible.’

Ava:He was hurt; I knew it, could feel it, and could even see it in his eyes. But like he said, this involved Belle. The only way I could possibly keep Belle safe was by staying as far away from him as possible, not by going to live under his roof and giving whoever was behind this more reason to want us gone.His throat bobbed, and he nodded slowly, “Alright.”That was all; I could see the moment his shoulders dropped in resignation.But even that wasn't enough to change my mind. I had made my decision, and I intended to stick with it.I'm not going to live with him, and that's final.I'll make sure to protect my daughter even if it's the last thing I do.Dante gave me a slow nod, and his eyes met mine; my heart picked up pace because of how soft and broken he looked.“Nothing I say would make you change your mind?” He asked.I shook my head slowly, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.I turned away quickly because every second I looked at him, my resolve cracked a little more

Dante:I stopped in front of the door to my mother's room, and without so much as a thought, I knocked on it.“Yes, come in.” She said from inside, and I grabbed the handle before turning the knob and stepping inside.She was sitting by the mirror on her dresser when I stepped inside, already dressed in her pajamas and getting ready to head to bed.“Oh, wow, Dante, it’s you.” Her eyes widened a little, and before she had the chance to say she wasn't expecting me, I cut straight to the point.“Why were you at Ava's school today?”Her hand paused mid-air, the brush she'd been running through her hair frozen. For a second, I saw something flicker across her face.But then it was gone, replaced by that perfectly composed mask she'd worn my entire life.“I don't know what you're talking about.” She set the brush down carefully, turning in her seat to face me. “I haven't been to any school. As a matter of fact, I've been at home all day. You can ask the housekeeper.”“Don't lie to me.” My v