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 51 - チャプター 60

SHANE “Carrie,” I collapsed on top of her, spent, our bodies slick with sweat, and our arousal, both of us struggling to breathe. The only sound was our ragged, mingled panting. I was still inside her, still feeling the aftershocks tremble through her body. I nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in.After a long moment, she shifted beneath me, her voice a hoarse, sated whisper against my ear. “Shane… you are superb…” her voice was a husky, ruined thing.A low, satisfied groan rumbled in my chest. I lifted my weight off her just enough to roll to the side, pulling her with me so she was half-sprawled on my chest. “You weren’t bad yourself, baby.” My voice was rough, graveled with spent passion. I traced idle patterns on the small of her back, feeling the delicate ridge of her spine. “You don’t know what you do to this man right here.”She stirred, a soft, contented sound escaping her lips. Then, with a sudden, surprising strength, she moved. In one fluid motion, she swung a leg over

SHANEI parked in front of Cathy’s townhouse just as the sun was beginning to sink behind the skyline, throwing streaks of orange and pink across the sky. My chest felt heavy as I sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. I knew this conversation wasn’t going to be easy. But it had to be done.Carrie was at the hairdresser’s. She knew where I was, I told her when she was leaving that I would come over here. There had been no protest in her voice when I told her: just quiet acknowledgement and I appreciate that. That quietness carried more weight than if she had argued. It told me she trusted me. And I wasn’t about to betray that. Not anymore.I had waited three hours after she left; debating whether to go today and leave it for another day. I had to fight against procrastination and picked up my car keys. Now I am here. I stepped out of the car, adjusted the cuff of my shirt, and walked up the short flight of steps to Cathy’s front door. For a mome

CARRIE The gentle hum of chatter and clinking glasses floated through the restaurant as Sandy and I sat across from each other at a cozy table near the window. The city lights glimmered outside, reflecting off the glass like scattered jewels, but all my focus was on my best friend. It felt like forever since we’d had an evening like this; just the two of us, no interruptions, no work. “I feel so good…,” I squealed as I sipped from my glass of wine and leaned forward, unable to keep the smile from spreading across my face. “You won’t believe how things had gone from zero to a hundred degrees between Shane and I.” I set my wine on the table. “He has been showing me so much love lately. It almost feels unreal.”Her fork froze halfway to her mouth before she carefully set it down and leaned forward, her eyes widening with interest. “Oh, don’t you dare pause there, Carrie Dalton Blackwood. Spill everything baby girl.”I laughed softly, shaking my head at her dramatics. “I mean it, Sandy.

CARRIE Dinner was long over, the faint scent of roasted garlic and herbs still lingering in the air when I went upstairs. I had changed into one of my silk nightgowns, soft lavender with lace trimming at the neckline and pulled the duvet over me, curling against the pillows.Shane had disappeared into his study an hour ago, his low voice carrying down the hallway every now and then as he made one business call after another. I didn’t mind, this was our life, after all. Work came with him like a second skin. I scrolled absently through my phone, then set it aside. My mind replayed the last few weeks; the dinners, the stolen kisses, the way his eyes softened now when he looked at me. A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. For once, it didn’t feel like I was living in someone else’s story. It felt like mine. Like ours.The soft click of the door drew my attention. Shane entered, the top button of his pajama shirt undone. His presence filled the room instantly, tall and comma

CARRIE By Thursday morning, the conference room was buzzing with energy. The Zenith Edge account had quickly become the jewel of our portfolio, and everyone knew how critical it was to get this right. I’d asked the team to carve out two full hours for a strategy session, because we had to map out the early deliverables, and I wasn’t about to let anything slip.The long oval table gleamed under the overhead lights, not a stray coffee cup or paper out of place. I liked meetings to feel sharp, focused. Melissa and Jordan were already there, flipping through their notes, while Tessa, our content lead, was balancing her laptop on one hand and a cappuccino in the other. Across from her, Miguel, our design head, was sketching something on his tablet, as if inspiration had already struck.I tapped my folder against the table to bring them all to attention. “All right, everyone. Let’s zero in.” I started. “Zenith Edge is now our partner as you all know, I want us to start with one of their hi