The CEO's Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Third POV Sebastian drove back from the cemetery in silence, the town car on autopilot while his mind replayed every second of the encounter. Fiona's short hair catching the light. The easy confidence in her posture. The emerald ring on her finger that screamed commitment to someone else. The way she had looked at him—not with hatred, not with pity, just calm acceptance. Like he was a chapter she had already closed. Coco sat in the passenger seat, head resting on the console, occasionally nudging Sebastian's arm as if sensing the storm inside him. The dog was the only one who still offered comfort without conditions.By the time he pulled into the long driveway of the Blackwood mansion, Sebastian felt hollowed out. His hands trembled on the steering wheel. He parked in the garage, killed the engine, and sat there for several long minutes staring at the dashboard. Tears burned behind his eyes but refused to fall. He had lost her. Truly lost her. She had rebuilt herself in London wh

Third POV The chaos in the ballroom lingered like smoke after a fire. Officers had cleared the immediate area around the entrance, but the crowd remained clustered in tight knots, phones still raised, voices overlapping in shocked speculation. Champagne pooled on the marble where Hudson's glass had shattered. The string quartet had packed up entirely, leaving only recorded music playing softly through hidden speakers, an absurd backdrop to the unfolding scandal. Reporters surged forward the moment the doors closed behind the arrested trio, microphones extended like spears, flashes turning the room into a strobe-lit battlefield.Fiona stood near the center of it all, unflinching. Maverick remained at her side, one hand resting lightly on her lower back, the other loose at his side but ready. Her black velvet gown absorbed the frantic light, making her appear almost luminous against the frenzy. When the lead detective nodded toward her, Fiona stepped forward without hesitation.A cl

Fiona POV I slipped Maverick's tuxedo jacket over my shoulders the moment we stepped out of the car in front of my mother's brownstone in Brooklyn. The January wind cut through the thin velvet of my gown, but his jacket carried his warmth and the faint scent of cedar and bergamot that always calmed me. Maverick adjusted the lapels around me with gentle hands, then took my fingers in his and led me up the stone steps. The porch light glowed soft gold, and through the front window I could already see shadows moving, laughter spilling out before we even knocked.Sofia opened the door before my knuckles touched the wood. She wore the same floral apron she had used for every family gathering since I was small, eyes already shining with tears she refused to let fall yet."My girl," she whispered, pulling me into a hug that smelled of vanilla and home. "You did it. You really did it."Behind her the living room had been transformed into a small celebration. Balloons in silver and deep eme

Third POV Sebastian woke each morning in the guest room of the Blackwood mansion feeling like a man who had survived a shipwreck only to wash up on a deserted island. The house echoed with emptiness now. Ross and Helen remained in custody, Hudson too, their bail hearings delayed by the mountain of evidence the prosecutors had compiled. The staff moved quietly, avoiding eye contact. Coco followed him from room to room like a small shadow, the only living thing that still sought his company without expectation or contempt.Days blurred. Board meetings were canceled or postponed. Emails piled up unanswered. Sebastian spent hours staring at old photographs on his phone: Fiona smiling at a charity event, Fiona laughing in the kitchen with Corine, Fiona resting her head on his shoulder during a quiet evening at home. Each image stabbed deeper than the last. He had destroyed it all. And now she had Maverick.The question gnawed at him relentlessly: When had it started? How long had Maver

Third POV Fiona sat at her vanity table in the soft glow of the bedroom lamp. The mirror reflected her face, calm, a little tired, but peaceful in a way she had not felt in years. She wore a pale silk nightgown that fell loose over her body, the fabric cool against her skin. Her short hair was still slightly damp from the shower, curling at the ends. One hand rested lightly on the small swell of her belly. The other held a brush, moving slowly through her hair in long, absent strokes.Maverick stood behind her, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He had already changed into gray sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it while he talked. He had just finished telling her about the golf outing with Sebastian and Charles. Every detail came out careful and measured, the way Maverick always spoke when he knew the topic might hurt her."He asked when I started wanting you," Maverick said quietly. "When you were still married to h