Falling for My Ex-Husband's Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

“You’re talking like you’re still with him, Lily. How can you forgive what he did to you? I am your fiancé, not him! Stop saving him every time; he doesn’t deserve this.”Lily felt stuck, her heart torn between the past and her present. She knew Lewis was right in many ways, but abandoning Ethan felt impossible. The silence stretched between them as they sat in the car, each lost in their thoughts.Lily remained silent, grappling with the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. She wanted to defend Ethan, to explain that despite his mistakes, he wasn’t the monster Lewis painted him to be. But she also understood Lewis’s frustration and the pain of her own past. The weight of her loyalty to Ethan felt heavy, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she had to stand by him during this crisis.With a deep breath, she looked out the window, trying to gather her thoughts, knowing that the conversation ahead would only complicate her feelings further.As the car rolled to a stop in front o

As Lewis gently picked Lily up and laid her on the bed, the atmosphere shifted. He hovered over her, his eyes filled with desire, and he leaned in to kiss her deeply, holding her face with tenderness. She felt a rush of warmth and intimacy, ready to embrace the moment.But just as she was about to lose herself in him, a sudden thought pierced through the haze of passion—Ethan’s hearing. The image of him in jail, waiting for his fate, flooded her mind. The weight of her past loomed large, pulling her back to reality.“Wait,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.Lewis paused, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”“I... I’m tired,” she managed to say, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.He looked at her, concern etched on his face, but she could see he respected her decision. He nodded slowly. "Okay, get some sleep; I am here for you." pulling back and giving her space. The moment had shifted, and she felt the warmth of intimacy fade into a bittersweet longing.

The atmosphere in the courtroom was tense as Lily sat behind Nelson, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced nervously at Ethan Gray, who sat beside Nelson, his expression serious and focused. Across the room, Sarah was seated with her lawyer, Kevin Young, a sharp-looking man known for his aggressive tactics.As the clock ticked closer to the start of the hearing, the door swung open, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. Lily's breath caught in her throat when she saw Lewis walk in, his presence a comforting sight amidst the anxiety swirling around her. He took a seat in the last row, his expression determined yet supportive.Just then, the sound of a gavel echoed through the room, and Judge Elena Thomas entered. Known for her strict nature, especially in cases involving harassment and abuse, her mere presence sent a ripple of apprehension through the courtroom.“Court is now in session,” Judge Thomas announced, her voice firm and authoritative as she took her seat. “We are h

The courtroom fell silent, all eyes on Nelson as he made his request. Judge Thomas raised an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious. “Mr. Nelson, are you suggesting that this examination is necessary?”“Yes, Your Honor,” Nelson replied, his voice firm. “If Sarah was indeed abused during her time with Ethan, then the marks should be present. However, I’d like to remind the court that it has been six months since they separated. If those marks are still there, it raises serious questions about their origin. It is entirely possible that they were inflicted after their separation to frame my client, Mr. Gray.”A murmur rippled through the courtroom as the gravity of Nelson’s words set in. Sarah’s expression shifted from feigned sorrow to shock, her eyes wide as she processed the implications of Nelson’s argument. Kevin, too, was taken aback, momentarily speechless.Judge Thomas leaned forward, her expression serious. “Mr. Nelson, your request is unusual, but I see the merit in examining the evid

Lewis approached his mother’s grave, the familiar ache in his heart rising as he knelt before the headstone. Lauren Miller was engraved in elegant letters, accompanied by a photograph of her smiling face. He placed a fresh bouquet of daisies at the base, their bright colors standing out against the somber stone.With careful hands, he brushed away the dead leaves that had gathered over time. Each leaf he removed felt like a tribute, a way to honor her memory.As he sat there, he admired the inscription, reflecting on the memories they had shared.“I miss you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish you were here to talk to.”He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the memories to wash over him. He had never truly experienced the love of his mother because of his grandfather. With a heavy heart, he opened his eyes and asked softly, “Is this true, Mom? Do you really want me to forgive Grandfather?”As soon as he spoke, a fresh leaf fell from a nearby tree, landing di