The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Reborn のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Richard's POVI couldn't take it anymore. Watching Mom look at Dad like that. Seeing her walls crumble with every word he whispered to her during their dance. The way her expression softened when she talked about him. The defensiveness in her voice when I questioned his motives.She was slipping away from me. Right before my eyes, she was forgetting everything we'd built together. Everything we meant to each other. All because Dad showed up looking handsome in a tuxedo and said some pretty words about regret.The speeches were happening on stage. Some board member droning on about fundraising goals and the foundation's impact. Everyone was focused forward, politely attentive. It was the perfect opportunity.I leaned close to Mom, my hand finding hers under the table. "I need to talk to you. Privately."She glanced at me, surprised. "Richard, we're in the middle of..""Please." I kept my voice low, urgent. "It's important. Just for a few minutes."Mom hesitated, clearly torn between so

Sienna's POV"What are you saying?" The question hung between us like a blade. Richard's eyes had gone cold, calculating. This wasn't my son anymore. This was someone else wearing his face."I'm saying you need to know everything," Richard said. His voice had changed. Gone was the desperate, pleading tone. Now he sounded almost calm. Detached. Like he was discussing the weather instead of confessing to destroying our family. "You need to understand the full scope of what I've done. What this has always been about."My back hit the door. I'd been backing away without realizing it, my body responding to a threat my mind was still trying to process. "Richard, please. Just stop. We can get help. We can fix this.""There's nothing to fix," he said. "There's just the truth. And Mom, the truth is so much bigger than you realize."I watched him move to the minibar, pour himself a drink. Scotch, like mine. He took a long sip, his hand steady. How could he be so calm? How could he stand there a

Sienna's POV The hotel manager's office was too small for the storm of emotions filling it. Security had separated Dominic and Richard, taking them to different rooms while they dealt with me first. I sat in a leather chair, wrapped in a hotel robe someone had brought me after I'd started shaking uncontrollably in the hallway. My expensive gown was wrinkled beyond repair, tear-stained and ruined. Just like everything else in my life. "Ms. Hart," the manager said gently. He was a distinguished older man, probably used to handling difficult situations with wealthy guests. But the look in his eyes suggested he'd never dealt with anything quite like this. "Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?" "I need to speak with my son," I said. My voice sounded hollow. Distant. Like it belonged to someone else. "And my ex-husband. We need to resolve this privately." "I'm afraid there are protocols

Sienna's POVThe psychiatric evaluation center was sterile and cold, nothing like the warm therapy offices I was used to. Dominic stayed close as we were escorted through security checkpoints and locked doors. Everything was designed to keep people in, to prevent escape. To contain the broken and dangerous.Was Richard dangerous? I still didn't know. He'd never been physically violent with me. But the manipulation, the obsession, the calculated destruction of my marriage—those were their own kind of violence. Psychological warfare waged by someone I'd trusted completely.Richard was being held in a private consultation room. Through the window, I could see him sitting at a table, his head in his hands. He looked young. Vulnerable. Nothing like the calculating manipulator who'd confessed to destroying my marriage. For a moment, I saw the little boy he used to be. The child who'd brought me flowers and told me I was the best mom in the world. Before Sarah Blackwell. Before the obsessio

Sienna's POVThe flight back to New York felt endless. Dominic and I sat in first class, ostensibly comfortable, but I couldn't relax. Couldn't stop thinking about Richard locked in that psychiatric facility in Paris. About the headlines that were still multiplying online. About Ethan, who I hadn't seen in almost a week.My baby. My seven-year-old who knew nothing about any of this nightmare."Mrs. Chen said Ethan's been asking about you," Dominic said, reading my mind. "Wondering when you're coming home.""What did she tell him?" I asked."That you had business in Paris. That you'd be home soon. She's good at protecting him from things he doesn't need to know."I nodded, grateful for Mrs. Chen's discretion. Ethan didn't need to know about his half-brother's obsession. Didn't need to be exposed to the media circus surrounding our family. He was seven. He deserved to stay innocent a little longer.My phone had been blowing up since we boarded. I'd finally turned it on airplane mode jus