Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

SHANEThe sharp throb behind my eyes dragged me out of a restless sleep. And I opened my eyes once. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Then, as the blur lifted, I realized I’d fallen asleep in my study again, head tilted awkwardly against the arm of the chair, a half-empty glass of scotch on the table beside me, the smell of liquor thick in the air. That had been a regular occurrence in the last two weeks. My neck ached when I sat up. I blinked, trying to gather my thoughts, but all I remembered was stumbling into the house sometime after midnight, too drunk, too angry, too hollow to care about anything else. The anger in my veins had increased since Carrie told me a few days ago that the investigator didn't find anything. I had held on to hope, thinking there maybe there would be a reasonable explanation for everything but it was all nothing to show that. Clearly, Carrie had been cheating on me.A heavy sigh escaped me as I rubbed my temples. My tongue felt like sandpape

CARRIE Shane's weight was a warm, heavy anchor, pinning me to the mattress in the most unexpected way. The scent of him; clean sweat, expensive whiskey, and something uniquely Shane filled my lungs. I had missed all of these so much. My entire body hummed, a live wire still sparking from the shockwaves of my first climax in four weeks. We just… we just did that. The thought was a dazed whisper in the aftermath and hope was already rising inside of me.His arm, which had been a loose band across my waist, tightened instantly. It wasn’t a request. It was a command written in muscle and sinew. He pulled me against the solid wall of his chest, his heat searing into my back. My breath hitched."Stay with me, Carrie." He hummed. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp against the shell of my ear, so different from the cold, clipped tones he’d used with me for weeks now. It was raw and needy. It unraveled something deep inside me. Before I could form a coherent thought, his lips found the sens

CARRIE The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft hiss, sealing me in with my reflection; pale, strained, and barely composed. I pressed the button for my floor, and as the elevator began its slow ascent, the ache I’d been holding in all through the meeting surged back, raw and relentless.By the time I got to my office, I could barely hold myself together. I closed the door quietly behind me, my chest was pounding so hard now. The tears came before I could stop them.I walked to my desk, sat down, and buried my face in my hands. It was no use pretending anymore; not to myself, not to anyone. I think whatever we had was over. I wondered for the umpteenth time why he had sex with my last night.When I opened my eyes this morning, Shane was standing in front of the mirror, already dressed for work and knotting his tie.“Good morning darling,” I sang from the bed.He didn't reply, he only turned around briefly and said, “I think you should go and get ready for work. Remember we hav

CARRIE It had been a week since Shane had asked me to sign the divorce papers.A week since I’d watched him slide that envelope across the table to me. And a week since the world I’d built around him quietly came undone completely.Four days later, I signed them.There was no dramatic scene, no shouting, no tears. Just the soft scratch of a pen, the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears, and the hollow stillness that followed. I had thought I’d cry, that my hand would shake or I’d change my mind halfway through and blurt out that I was pregnant…just to save my marriage. Thankfully I didn’t. I just signed my name, handed the papers back, and watched him nod without looking at me. Now, I was sitting on Sandy’s living room couch, surrounded by open boxes and half-zipped suitcases. The air smelled faintly of coffee and the lavender candle she always lit in the evenings. Outside, the city buzzed faintly, but here, everything felt slow and still, like the quiet pause before a new

SHANE The soft hum of the office air conditioner was the only sound in my office as I leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on the screen where Gerald’s kind, familiar face filled the top half. He looked older than the last time I saw him in person,his hair more silver, the lines on his face deeper but his eyes still held the same warmth I’d known since childhood.“Good evening, Shane,” he greeted, voice rich and steady. “Or should I say good morning, considering the time difference?”I chuckled lightly. “Evening is fine, Gerald. You’re the one burning the midnight oil, not me.”He smiled at that, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Well, old habits die hard. Your father and I were just the same in high school. Always working on something when others were sleeping.”I gave a small nod, his mention of my father not lost on me. Gerald had been with Blackwood Marketing since the beginning, one of the first to invest, and one of the few who’d stayed through every storm. Gerald said warmly