Love Bet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Travis’s POVShe was fighting it.Fighting me.Fighting the one thing that was so fucking obvious it practically burned in the space between us.And fuck, I should’ve expected this.I should’ve known that Sophia Moreau—the most stubborn, guarded, impossible woman I had ever met—would try to push me away before she ever let herself fall.But I wasn’t going anywhere.And she needed to hear it.Needed to understand it.Because the second she looked at me like that—Wide-eyed, shaken, terrified of what she was feeling—I knew.I knew she had already fallen.She just didn’t know how to stop running."You think I don’t see you, Moreau?" My voice was low, unwavering, every word a truth I refused to let her deny.Her throat moved in a tight swallow, her lips parting slightly, but she didn’t speak.Didn’t pull away.Didn’t try to argue.Which meant she knew it too."I see you," I repeated, my fingers curling under her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze. "I see every part of you. Every scar. Eve

Sophia’s POVI should’ve been prepared for this.Leah wasn’t the type to miss details.Especially not massive, life-changing, diamond-staring-you-in-the-face details.I should’ve known she’d notice immediately.But I had underestimated her.That was a mistake."What the actual fuck is that?"I didn’t even get to sit down at my desk before Leah’s voice rang out across the office, sharp and accusatory, like I had just casually walked in with a pet tiger on a leash.My fingers twitched, instinctively moving to hide my left hand, but it was too late.Her sharp-as-a-damn-laser gaze was already locked onto the ring.Onto the proof of what had happened last night.Onto everything I still hadn’t fully processed yet."Sophia." Her voice was dangerous now, warning. "Tell me Travis did not do what I think he did."I swallowed hard.And fuck, that was all the confirmation she needed.Her eyes widened.Her mouth dropped open.And then—Chaos."Oh my fucking God!" Leah practically leapt across the

Travis’s POVI don’t do sentimental.Never have.Never needed to.But fuck—For her, I would.For her, I’d do whatever the hell it took to make sure this birthday—the one she had spent years trying to ignore—was one she’d never forget.And that meant giving her something more than just a party.Something real.Something that mattered.Something that was mine.She was still outside when I went to grab it.Still standing on the porch, looking up at the stars, her body relaxed in a way I didn’t see often enough.Like, for once, she wasn’t carrying the weight of the past.I wasn’t about to ruin that.So I took my time.Opened the small black box I had hidden in my bag.Turned the worn, familiar object over in my palm.This was more than just a gift.This was a piece of me.A piece I had never given to anyone else.When I walked outside, she didn’t turn right away.Didn’t look at me until I was standing right behind her."You’re staring at the stars like they’re going to give you all the a

Travis’s POVTime doesn’t stop when your world falls apart.It keeps fucking going.Minute after minute.Hour after hour.Day after fucking day.I felt every single second of it.It had been eleven days.Eleven days since I’d seen her.Since I’d heard her voice.Since I’d fucking felt her in my world.And the silence?It was killing me.I had done everything to find her.Checked every place I could think of.Called everyone who might know something.Even begged Leah, and fuck—I don’t beg.But for her?For Sophia?I would burn the world down just to bring her back.And yet—Nothing.Just fucking nothing."She doesn’t want to see you, Travis."Leah’s words rang in my head like a goddamn death sentence.Because fuck—I already knew.I had known the second she walked away.But knowing it and accepting it were two different fucking things.Because I couldn’t.I couldn’t accept a world where she wasn’t in it.And the longer she stayed away—The more I realized I might not have a choice.Lu

Travis’s POVI had no fucking plan.No perfect strategy, no carefully crafted approach, no guarantees.All I had was her face in my head, the way she looked at me when she told me I’d broken her.The way she walked away.The way I let her.That wasn’t happening again.The drive back to the city was a blur.One second, I was leaving my parents’ house, my father’s words burned into my skull.The next, I was outside her apartment, parked in the same spot I had been to a hundred fucking times before.Except this time, I wasn’t welcome here.Her car was still gone.The lights inside? Still off.Like she hadn’t stepped foot inside in weeks.That realization hit me like a punch to the ribs.Because she wasn’t just avoiding me.She was avoiding everything.Her home.Her routine.Her life.And if I didn’t do something soonShe was going to slip so fucking far away from me that I’d never get her back.I leaned my head against the seat, exhaling hard.Then, I grabbed my phone.Scrolled to her na