His Regret Began When She Let Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Morning light filtered through the tall windows, spilling across the bed in soft, pale streaks.Dominic stirred slightly, his brows pulling together as consciousness returned.For a moment, he didn’t move.Then awareness settled in. He was lying on the bed, a blanket covering him.Dominic’s eyes opened fully.That alone was enough to make him sit up. He didn’t remember lying down. He had been sitting beside Rachel.Watching her and thinking. His gaze shifted quickly to the space beside him.It was surprisingly empty.The blanket on her side was disturbed, but she wasn’t there.Dominic stood immediately, the last trace of sleep gone from his body.“Rachel…”His voice cut through the quiet room, sharp and controlled.No answer.His eyes scanned the room quickly, every instinct sharpening at once.The door was still closed. The windows were intact. Nothing looked out of place.But she wasn’t on the bed.“Rachel!” This time, his tone carried more weight and he stood up, a little worried.T

Rachel straightened immediately, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The words from the phone still echoed in her mind, sharp and impossible to ignore. For a split second, she just stood there, frozen beside the closet door, her fingers tightening around the fabric of the dress she had just changed into.She pulled the door open before Dominic could take another step toward it.The sudden motion made him turn sharply, his phone still in his hand, his conversation with Adrian cut short without a word.Rachel stepped out calmly.A soft smile rested on her lips, controlled and deliberate, as if nothing had just happened behind that door.Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on her.He studied her face, searching for cracks, for any sign that she had heard something she shouldn’t have.Rachel held his gaze for a second before her smile changed faintly.“I heard everything,” she said.Dominic’s grip on his phone tightened almost imperceptibly.Rachel tilted her head slightly, her e

The house grew quiet the moment Dominic left. Rachel stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds after the door shut, her eyes still fixed on the space where he had disappeared. A faint smile lingered on her lips. It felt strange…everything felt strange. After everything that had happened, after the anger, the lies, the silence, and the fear, they were finally in a place where breathing around each other did not feel like war. She exhaled softly and turned away. The room still carried traces of Dominic—his cologne, the crease in the sheets where he had slept, the tie box left slightly open near the dresser. Rachel walked toward the bed and sat down carefully. Her body still ached. Her ankle pulsed with a dull throb and her ribs protested every deeper breath, but she could manage it. Tonight mattered. A date. The word alone felt oddly delicate. She had never pictured herself anticipating something as simple as dinner with Dominic Morello Not when this marriage had been n

A scent of antiseptic mixed with something fresher, softer.Her lashes fluttered open.The light above her was too bright at first, forcing her to squint. Her body felt heavy, not with pain this time, but with the strange weakness that came after deep sleep. Her throat was dry, her limbs were slow to respond.For a few seconds, she couldn’t place where she was. Then memory came back in flashes.The restaurant, Dominic’s face across the table, the sudden wave of dizziness.Rachel inhaled sharply and turned her head. Dominic was there.He sat beside her bed in a dark chair pulled too close, as though he hadn’t moved all night. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, and his usually controlled expression looked softer than she had ever seen it. A bouquet of white lilies rested in one hand. And on his face was a smile. Not his usual restrained smirk.A real smile.Rachel blinked at him, confused. “You’re smiling,” she said, her voice rough from sleep.Dominic’s eyes lifted fully to

Smithfield’s hand came down hard on the desk, the sound sharp enough to cut through the silence of the office.Marissa did not flinch.She stood across from him with her chin lifted, her eyes full of the same fire Rachel used to look at him with when she still believed resistance could change anything.“You’re losing everything,” Marissa said coldly. “The board hates you. The staff are resigning. Clients are pulling out. You stole this company from Rachel and thought fear would be enough to keep it standing.”Smithfield’s jaw clenched so tightly the muscle in his cheek ticked. “You speak as though you understand business.”Marissa gave a humorless laugh. “I understand enough to know that you walked into a system Rachel built and ruined it in days. You don’t inspire loyalty. You don’t know how to lead. You only know how to threaten people until they break.”The words landed like fuel on fire.Smithfield rounded the desk in two long strides. “You think you can stand here and insult me?”