The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 326

MARY'S POV:The man in the leather jacket looked at the hidden photograph in my hands, then at my face, then back at the photograph.His expression shifted.The lazy amusement drained away first, replaced by something that looked almost like confusion. Then the confusion hardened into something else—something that might have been concern, or guilt, or the uncomfortable realization that he had miscalculated."I should go," he said.And then he left.Just like that. No apology. No explanation. No offer to help or stay or even close the door behind him. He turned on his heel and walked out of my house, his expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor until the sound faded into nothing.The front door swung shut with a soft click.I stood there in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by broken glass and scattered photographs, and I didn't even have time to care. Because the second he was gone—the second the silence settled back into the house like dust settling on old furniture—I hear

Mary's POV:Elowen's small hand stayed on my cheek for a long time after I asked the question.The kitchen was quiet around us—the refrigerator humming, the clock ticking, the morning light shifting across the floor in slow golden arcs. I could hear my own breathing, shallow and uneven, and I could hear hers, slower, steadier, like she was the one holding me together instead of the other way around."I don't want to never see Dad," she said finally.The words landed softly, but they landed hard. I felt them in my chest, in my throat, in the places where I had been storing all the hope I hadn't let myself feel for years."Of course not, baby," I said. "You'll always see him. Nothing will ever change that."She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at my face. Her eyes, those dark, serious eyes that saw too much and asked too many questions, searched mine for something I couldn't name."But I'd even more not want to see you sad."The words hit me like a physical blow.I had spent th

Mary's POV:"I'm sorry, but Mr. Vane is in meetings all morning. If you'd like to leave your name and number, I can have someone—""Mary," I said. "My name is Mary."She typed something into her computer. Scrolled. Typed again. Her smile never changed."I'm not seeing a Mary on his schedule. Are you with a vendor? A client?"I looked past her, down the hallway lined with glass-walled offices. I could see people moving, talking, working. None of them looked up. None of them noticed me.None of them knew who I was.And why would they? Alistair had never told them. He had never mentioned me at company parties, never brought me to holiday events, never once acknowledged that he had a wife and a daughter waiting for him at home.His friends—the ones he played poker with, the ones he went to bachelor parties with, the ones who had known about Vesper for years—had never heard my name.My friends, the ones I had convinced to invest in his company, had become his friends over time. I saw them