Twisted Ties のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Ainara stepped out of the room, carrying the weight of every word she had spoken. The hospital corridor felt suffocating, each step heavy. When she reached the cafeteria, she immediately bought a cup of coffee, hoping its warmth would ease the cold that had settled in her chest.She sat in a corner, holding the cup, but her mind was still in the room. Treasure for trash. She knew her words had been sharp, but she couldn’t let Isabella’s provocation slide.Meanwhile, Andres and Isabella remained in the room. Andres was silent, staring at the food tray. Mateo’s name still echoed in his mind, like a wound he couldn’t explain.Isabella, smiling, tried to break the silence. “Don’t mind Ainara. She’s always been… too serious. I just want us to be happy again, Andres.”Andres looked at her, his voice still cold. “You talk too much about the past.”Isabella fell quiet for a moment, then smiled again. “Because the past is proof of what we had. And I believe we can have it again.”As she sipped

Ainara paused, answering carefully. “I already know about that. I thought Uncle Jaime told you. I assumed it had already reached you.”Andres glanced at her briefly, holding a glass of water. “He didn’t. Next time, I want to know everything. I don’t like being left out.”Ainara nodded, slightly nervous. “Okay. I’ll walk you through everything—contracts, bidding, updates. But… Andres, it might give you a headache. It might make things harder and keep you from remembering the past.”Andres was quiet for a moment, then spoke gently, his voice low but firm. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you when it’s enough for the day. I need to see it all, piece by piece. If I stop, it’s because I know my limit.”Ainara looked at him, a mix of concern and hope in her eyes. “Alright. I’ll prepare the files. We’ll go through them together.”Andres nodded, his expression still cold, but behind his eyes was a faint glimmer—like a piece of memory trying to break through.Their parents had left for an overnight tri

As soon as Ainara stepped out of the study, she quickly called Marge. “Let’s go out,” she said shortly, trying to calm herself. She couldn’t understand Andres’s sudden change — from being curious and almost possessive, to cold and mysteriously focused on Sir Ponce. At the same time, Ainara began to wonder if her mother was hiding something from her.The traffic wasn’t too bad, so she arrived a bit earlier than expected. She got to the café before Marge. The place was filled with the soft clinking of cups and hushed conversations. In one corner, Ainara and Marge sat, both holding coffee. Ainara forced a smile, but the exhaustion in her eyes was obvious.Marge leaned forward, her tone casual but sharp. “So… how’s Andres? I heard about the accident. Must’ve been terrifying.”Ainara bit her lip. She couldn’t tell the truth — that she was the one watching over him almost every night, that their conversations had become too personal. So she answered carefully. “He’s… recovering. Slowly. It’

When the family doctor finally arrived, he checked on Celia. They let him do what he needed while the nurse assisted. Minutes felt like hours until the doctor finally spoke, his tone grave.“She’s been hiding it, but I think you should know. Her results from several months ago showed ovarian cancer. And because she refused chemotherapy, it has advanced.”The words hung heavy in the air.Ainara’s knees buckled, tears spilling down her cheeks. Andres stood frozen, his chest heaving, his mind struggling to process both the scandal of being caught and the crushing new truth. Jaime’s face was stone, but his eyes betrayed devastation.Ainara sat at Celia’s bedside, gripping her hand. Andres swallowed hard, guilt twisting inside him. The night of passion, the forbidden kiss, the secrecy — all of it now overshadowed by Celia’s collapse.The house was heavy with silence after the doctor left. Celia lay unconscious, her breathing shallow but steady. Ainara sat at her mother’s bedside, tears str

The estate was unusually quiet that afternoon. Celia slept in her room, her breathing shallow but steady. The doctor came in daily to check on her and make sure she was pain-free. Jaime had gone out, his anger still simmering from the confrontation earlier. Santino lingered in the garden, restless, trying to distract himself from the heaviness inside the house.Ainara sat alone in the library, staring blankly at the shelves of books. Her mind was a storm — her mother’s illness, Jaime’s fury, Andres’s departure. Every thought pressed down on her chest until she could barely breathe.Then a maid entered, carrying a small envelope. “Ma'am Ai, this arrived for you. There’s no sender name.”Ainara frowned, taking the envelope. It was plain, unmarked, but heavy with something inside. She dismissed the maid and broke the seal with trembling fingers.Inside were several photographs.Her heart stopped.They were of her and Andres. Together.Not compromising, but damning enough: walking side by