His Forgotten Love Returns: The Return of the Ex-wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 158

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * I went back to the room, but seeing my little girl lying there was unbearable. Every beep of the heart monitor felt like a needle under my skin, and the stillness of her small body was a scream in the silence. Everything had been stolen from us in a single day. It hurt more than I can ever describe. And the people responsible for what happened to her are still out there, breathing free air while she fights for hers. The park officials are equally responsible — how could they allow their equipment to fall into such a treacherous state? Why didn’t they have security? Why were there broken rocks positioned exactly where a child might fall? Even if it wasn't Fiona, what if another child had stumbled? It was a deathtrap disguised as a playground. I am going to file a massive complaint against them. But first… Beatrice. I have to make sure she is punished. I turned to walk out of the room, and Abbie followed close behind. “Where are you going?” she asked,

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * “What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice echoing in the sterile hallway as we stood in front of Rick’s office. Slade knocked once and pushed the door open. Rick was inside, standing by his water dispenser, nursing a paper cup. He tossed the empty cup into the bin and walked toward us with a heavy, professional expression. “I have been waiting for you, Rachel,” he said softly. Slade leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek. “I will be waiting for you in Fiona's room,” he murmured. He finally released my hand and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. “What am I doing here, Rick?” I asked, my patience thinning. “My daughter is down the hall.” “Why don't you take a seat first?” Rick gestured to the chair across from his desk. I sat down, my body rigid. “Now tell me,” I said, my voice sharp with annoyance. “Rachel… I know what happened to you. I know the anger and the helplessness you’re feeling,” he began, sitting across from me. “B

* RACHEL’S POINT OF VIEW * “Hey…” Barbie waved her hand in front of my face, snapping the invisible thread of my thoughts as I watched Slade’s retreating figure. I had zoned out completely, my mind wandering into the dark corners of his secrets and the cold war he was currently fighting. I blinked and finally looked at her. She laughed, a soft, wistful sound. “I love the way you two love each other. I hope one day I find someone who looks at me like I’m the only star in their sky,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “People on the internet already think you’re married. When’s the wedding, anyway? You should’ve seen the social media comments about that showdown between you and your ‘mother-in-law.’ The world is obsessed.” I looked down at my bare fingers. We weren’t even engaged, let alone planning a wedding. The thought sent a strange pang through me — in the eyes of the law, I was just a woman with his children, a secret he had kept until it was too late to hide. Cale s

* RACHEL'S POINT OF VIEW * I have watched the footage more times than I can count, my eyes searching every frame as if I were looking for a hidden truth — as if I were desperate to prove my suspicions right. But the reality on the screen was far simpler and far more heartbreaking. The video showed Fiona swinging, her small legs pumping harder and harder. She kept going higher and higher, her laughter almost audible through the grainy, silent film, until the momentum became too much. The swing’s chain gave way under the strain, and she went down with the seat, hitting the ground with sickening force. Her head struck a sharp, unforgiving rock embedded in the dirt. The impact was instant, her small body going limp in a way that made my stomach lurch with a fresh wave of nausea. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I looked from the screen back to my baby. I have always warned her about swinging too high; I’ve told her a thousand times that the sky isn't a playground. Emilia walked inside