The CEO's Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Third POVIn New York, Raina and Charles sat at a high table in the dimly lit corner of their favorite rooftop bar, the city skyline glittering below like scattered diamonds. Elijah and Mia were there too, the four of them forming a comfortable square of laughter and drinks. The night was cool but not cold, the kind of early spring evening where jackets were optional and the air smelled faintly of blooming trees from the parks below. Glasses clinked, ice rattled, and soft jazz played from the speakers overhead. Raina and Elijah, brother and sister, were in the middle of telling childhood stories, their voices overlapping with shared memories and easy affection.“So I was eight,” Elijah said, leaning forward, elbows on the table, his dark skin catching the warm glow of the string lights. “And I decided I was going to build a treehouse. No plan, no tools, just a hammer I stole from Dad’s garage and some nails. I climbed the biggest oak in the backyard, nailed two boards together, and

Fiona POVThe next morning I packed my small backpack with essentials, sunscreen, a light jacket, water bottle, phone charger, and a small notebook I had started using to jot down random thoughts. Mom stood in the doorway of my room watching me zip it closed, arms crossed, a soft smile on her face.“You sure you’re going to be okay alone?” I asked, slinging the bag over my shoulder.She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll be fine. Robert said he’d come by later. We’re going to walk on the beach, maybe have lunch. Nothing dramatic.”I raised an eyebrow. “Robert, huh? So he’s officially on the schedule now?”She laughed and waved me off. “Go have fun. Be safe. Call me if anything feels off. And don’t forget to send pictures.”I hugged her tight, breathing in the familiar scent of her lavender lotion mixed with the ocean salt that clung to everything here.“I love you,” I said.“I love you more,” she replied, kissing my forehead. “Now go before I change my mind and make you stay.”I laughed

Fiona POVAfter the waterfall, the group made their way along a short side trail to a wide clearing nearby, hidden between tall trees and thick ferns, close enough to hear the distant roar of the falls but sheltered enough to feel private. The ground was soft with fallen leaves and moss, sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden patches. Carlos showed us the best spots to pitch tents, flat areas away from roots, near the edge of the clearing where the breeze came through. Everyone spread out, laughing and calling to each other as they unpacked gear.Lucas stayed close to me the whole time. He helped carry my backpack when the trail narrowed, set it down gently beside the spot we chose, and immediately started helping with my tent. The instructions were simple, but we made it complicated on purpose, teasing each other, pretending to argue over which pole went where, laughing when the fabric slipped from our hands and collapsed on top of us.“You’re terrible at this,” I said, pu

Fiona POVAfter we came, the water still moved around us in slow, lazy circles, the waterfall roaring softly in the background like it hadn’t noticed what we just did. My body felt loose and heavy at the same time, skin tingling from the cold and the heat we had created together. I floated for a second, breathing hard, trying to catch my thoughts before they scattered. Maverick’s arms were still around me, one hand low on my back, the other tangled in my wet hair. His forehead rested against mine. We didn’t speak right away. We just breathed. In and out. The same air. The same water. The same night. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the surface, turning every ripple into something almost magical. The mist from the falls hung in the air like smoke, cool against my flushed skin.Then I pulled away. Not fast. Not angry. Just slowly. I needed distance. Space to think. To feel the guilt creeping in like cold fingers on my spine. The reality of what we had just done hit me in wav

Fiona POVAs soon as I stepped into the hotel room, Maverick looked me up and down with raw, unfiltered desire. His eyes darkened the second the door clicked shut behind me. The room was dimly lit, only the bedside lamps glowed warm gold, casting long shadows across the white sheets, the wooden floor, the open balcony doors where the ocean breeze carried the faint salt smell of the night. He stood near the bed, shirt already half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, hair still slightly damp like he had showered recently. His chest rose and fell faster than normal. The air between us felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.“What was so important you had to drag me here?” I asked, voice steadier than I felt. My heart hammered against my ribs. I crossed my arms, trying to look composed in the red silk dress that suddenly felt too thin, too revealing.He took one step forward. Then another. His gaze never left mine.“How the hell am I supposed to live normally after what