I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 31—Laura's Pov Three years had passed.Sometimes I said it to myself just to make sure it was real. Three years since my life stopped being about survival and started being about control. Three years of cases, courtrooms, long hours, sharp arguments, and victories stacked one after another. Three years of building something solid out of chaos.There wasn’t a case I took on that I didn’t fight with everything I had, and the victories spoke for themselves. Every courtroom battle, every negotiation, every argument sharpened me, made me more formidable. People know my name now and they respected it.I didn’t feel proud in the way people expected. Mostly, I felt steady. Like I had finally stepped into a version of myself I was always meant to be.And then there was Enzo. My son. My little miracle. He had grown so fast. Already attending schoolI hadn’t seen the man from my dreams in a long time. The fear that had haunted me after my daughter’s birth had faded, the strange sense of

Chapter 33—Micheal’s POVLife had changed in ways I hadn’t imagined, and none of it was for the better. Kayla had given birth to a daughter, a small life that depended entirely on me and her. You’d think that would soften my days, give me some reason to focus, but no. Nothing was simple anymore. Every day felt heavier than the last, like walking through mud, and the world seemed intent on making me stumble.I was just returning from dropping our daughter at school but today, something already felt off. My phone buzzed, cutting through the silence and a message entered my phone.I glanced down to read the message and my chest sank. My goods, the shipment I’d been waiting weeks for was reported stolen. One hundred dollars worth of stock, gone. I felt a cold sweat hit the back of my neck immediately. One hundred dollars wasn’t much, but in my current state. Losing it meant failure, incompetence, and the looming sense that I couldn’t handle anything anymore.I hurried toward the location

Chapter 35—Laura’s POVBy the time we were done eating, the sky outside had already begun to dim, Paris slowly slipping into the evening. It felt like one of those moments where a chapter of the day was closing, even though nothing dramatic had happened.We all stood and headed back to the office together.The firm was calmer when we returned, most of the staff already packing up for the day. As we walked down the corridor, my eyes drifted, unconsciously at first, until I noticed a door that hadn’t been occupied before. A nameplate gleamed under the hallway lights.Aryn.Her office was just a few doors away from mine.I slowed my steps for a second, staring at it longer than necessary. I said nothing and continued walking.The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. I wrapped up a few loose ends, reviewed notes, and sent out emails I had postponed earlier in the day. When closing time finally came, the building slowly emptied. One by one, the lights went off.We gathered near the entra

Chapter 37—Daniel’s POVI pushed back my chair, letting it squeak softly on the floor. I straightened my tie and ran a hand through my hair, already thinking ahead to the lunch I had promised Laura.She had been buried in her work all morning. And I wanted to give her a break, even if it was just an hour away from the firm. An hour for her, for me, for the silence that sometimes felt safer than words.I left my desk and walked down the corridor toward Laura’s office. My hand went to the door and I knocked lightly before entering.Laura looked up from her notes, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Yes?”“Lunch,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual. “I called ahead but your phone was turned off. You free?”She blinked at me, her eyes shifting briefly to the documents on her desk. Then she smiled softly. “I guess I am,” she said. “I promised, after all.”I nodded. “Then let’s go.”We stood almost at the same moment, moving toward the elevator, and that’s when I noticed Aryn coming out of h

Chapter 39—Aryn’s POVI did not cry when I left Daniel’s office.That was the first thing I noticed about myself as the door closed softly behind me and I walked down the corridor with steady steps. Years ago, I would have cried. I would have locked myself in a bathroom or an empty office and let the humiliation burn through me. But not now, not anymore.Now, I felt something colder.I returned to my office and shut the door, placing my bag neatly on the table as though nothing had happened. As though my chest wasn’t tight. As though the air hadn’t suddenly felt heavier to breathe. I sat down slowly, folding my hands together, staring at the wall in front of me.Daniel had not rejected me loudly.That was the problem.If he had shouted, if he had accused me, if he had shown anger or lingering hurt, I could have worked with that. Anger meant emotion. Hurt meant attachment. Even resentment meant I still mattered.But what he had given me was something far worse. Distance.I replayed his