After The Divorce: He Wanted Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Isabella There’s a brief, almost imperceptible pause that ripples through the entire space. Even the workers who had been pretending not to watch can’t help but look now.Lucas freezes.Emily stiffens.And for a second—even I don’t move.Gabriel’s grip on Lucas’s wrist is firm, unyielding, his jaw tight as he slowly lowers their hands—but not without making it clear that he’s the one in control of that movement. His presence alone is enough to change the atmosphere completely.He doesn’t look at anyone else first.His eyes go straight to Lucas.Sharp.Burning.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he says, his voice low—but there’s nothing calm about it. The anger sits just beneath the surface, controlled but barely.Lucas pulls his hand back, his expression hardening, though there’s a flicker of surprise he can’t fully hide. “You’re overreacting,” he replies, straightening his sleeve like nothing just happened.Gabriel lets out a humorless breath, shaking his head slightly as

Isabella The grave is quiet, the air thick with stillness and something almost sacred. I hang back a few steps, letting him take the space he needs. Gabriel kneels slowly, hands brushing the small headstone as if his touch alone could bridge years of absence.“I… I’m sorry,” he begins, his voice trembling in a way that shatters the usual control he carries. “I should have been here. I should have held you. I should have protected you from everything.” His fingers curl against the stone, knuckles tight, and I feel a pang in my chest, watching him confront a grief so raw it makes the world shrink around him.He pauses, swallowing hard, voice breaking. “I know I can’t fix what I didn’t do. I can’t change the fact that you were taken from us. That I wasn’t here when you needed me the most.” His eyes glisten, fixed on the marker as if he’s trying to memorize every detail, every memory he never got to make.“I—” he exhales shakily, “I hope you can forgive me for not being enough. For all t

Isabella The cemetery slowly empties.One by one, the black umbrellas disappear, the murmured condolences fade, and the quiet becomes something deeper—no longer shared, but personal. Fresh soil rests over Margaret’s grave, the flowers carefully arranged above it, pristine and untouched… almost too beautiful for something that marks an ending.I stand beside Gabriel the entire time.I don’t let go.And he doesn’t ask me to.Eventually, the last of the guests begin to leave, their footsteps softer now, more respectful, as if lingering too long would make the loss feel heavier than it already is. The media stays at a distance, held back just enough to keep this moment from turning into spectacle—but their presence still lingers like a shadow at the edges.It’s only when the space starts to clear that Elias and Mia finally step forward.Mia reaches me first, her expression gentler now, the earlier tension replaced with something more sincere. She pulls me into a brief hug, her voice low

Isabella I don’t move right away after the call ends.For a few seconds, I just sit there, staring at the now dark screen of my phone, letting the weight of what just happened settle properly. This isn’t a coincidence. Lucas doesn’t call without reason—especially not like that.Especially not asking to meet in secret.My fingers tap lightly against the desk once… twice… before I finally straighten, the hesitation gone as quickly as it came.If anything—this just confirmed it.I close the folder in front of me, sliding it back into the drawer with deliberate care, making sure nothing looks out of place. No traces. No loose ends. Whatever this is, I’m not risking anyone stumbling into it—not Elias, not Mia… and especially not Gabriel.Not yet.I grab my phone and stand, smoothing out my blouse as I step out of my office, my expression already shifting back into something composed, something normal—like I’m just stepping out for something routine.My secretary looks up the moment I app

Isabella The drive back feels longer than it should.Maybe because the silence inside the car isn’t empty—it’s filled with echoes of a conversation that refuses to settle. Lucas’s voice lingers in my mind, calm and certain, the last thing he said replaying in a loop I can’t quite shut off.You’ll regret this.My grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the road ahead as I let out a slow breath. For a brief second, I let the weight of it sit there—let myself feel what it’s supposed to do.Fear.Doubt.Hesitation.But none of it sticks.Because beneath all of that, there’s something steadier. Something stronger.I’m not afraid of him.And more than that—I’m not afraid of choosing Gabriel.By the time I pull into the company building, the tension has already settled into something controlled again, tucked neatly beneath the composure I wear like second skin. I don’t waste time lingering, stepping out of the car and heading straight inside, my pace just a little qu