Ex-Wife's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Emma's POVWhen I first joined the company, I was just a secretary. No one looked at me twice. I fetched coffee, filed reports, and smiled at clients who never remembered my name. I was invisible — until Steven.Steven was different. Too different.He was everything a woman secretly hopes for but never expects to find in the real world — charming, elegant, brilliant. And kind. The kind of kind that makes you believe he sees something special in you. At first, I thought I was imagining it. That maybe I was just another face in the crowd.But then came the night that changed everything.We were attending a partner company's gala. It was formal, elegant, with men in tuxedos and women in floor-length gowns, the kind of place where appearances were everything. Steven chose me to be his date.I remember asking — hesitantly — why he wasn't bringing his wife.He gave me a cool smile and said, "She's not exactly… made for this kind of event. I need someone who can represent the company. Someon

William's POVI've never liked islands.They're too quiet. Too disconnected. This one is no exception—beautiful coastline, pale blue sky, and the kind of silence that creeps under your skin after a few days. I came here reluctantly. The investors I needed to meet insisted on it—some luxury eco-retreat that prides itself on "digital detox." No signal. No distractions.Unfortunately, that also meant I hadn't been able to get in touch with Shirley for over 48 hours.I tried not to let the thought eat away at me. She's strong. Always has been. But she's also been going through hell lately, and the fact that I couldn't even send her a "You okay?" text was gnawing at my chest.After a night of forced drinking with silver-haired billionaires and two hours of sleep, I woke up with a headache that felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my skull. I skipped breakfast and walked straight toward the beach, hoping the sea breeze could clear my head.It worked, a little. I found a lounge chair

William's POVThe hospital ceiling was a dull, sterile white, but to me, it looked like a sky I couldn't reach. The pain in my side pulsed in waves, warm and rhythmic, as if my own heartbeat was reminding me I was still alive.A nurse leaned over me, her face a blur under the harsh fluorescent light."You're lucky," she said softly, as she checked the IV in my arm. "The blade missed any major organs. Just a few inches deeper and…"She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to.I turned my head slowly and saw a doctor standing beside her, clipboard in hand. His expression was calm but focused."You've lost quite a bit of blood," he said. "But we've cleaned the wound and stitched you up. You'll need rest. No sudden movements. You'll feel weak for a while."I nodded weakly. "And the little girl? Abby?""She's stable," the doctor said, glancing toward the corner of the room. "The sedative they used on her is mild. It'll wear off in a few hours. She's being monitored.""Put her next t

William's POVAbby sat curled up beside me, her small hands wrapped around the edge of the blanket. Her cheeks were still wet, and her voice came in soft hiccups between words as she told me everything.Bit by bit, the whole story came together.She hadn't been taken from the hotel room. She had left on her own."I just wanted to find Mommy," she whispered, staring at her lap. "So I waited for the lady—my babysitter—to go to the bathroom. Then I opened the door and ran down the stairs."She made it out of the hotel without anyone stopping her. No locked doors. No alarms. No one calling her name.That part didn't sit right with me.It was too easy."So the babysitter just... let you go?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm.Abby hesitated. "She saw me at the door. She didn't say anything. Just looked at me."Looked at her.Let her go.My stomach twisted.That wasn't carelessness. That was intentional."And then what happened?" I pressed gently."I went to the street. I thought Mommy m

William's POV Steven lay on the hospital floor like a broken puppet, suit wrinkled, pride shattered.I didn't feel pity. I didn't feel anger.I felt… contempt.A man like him—driven by ego, incapable of love, clinging to control with nothing left but rage—wasn't a threat. He was a clown. A pathetic, hollow clown performing one last act for an audience that had already walked out.I turned to my bodyguard. "Get him out of here."He didn't ask twice. Within seconds, Steven was hauled up to his feet, still shouting, still cursing, still pretending he had the power to command the room. But the truth was written all over his face: he was finished. And the hospital security clearly thought so too—they escorted him out with little ceremony.Finally, the room was quiet again.I looked down and found Abby clutching the sleeve of my jacket, her small fingers trembling slightly. Her face was blotchy from crying, her breathing still shaky.I crouched down beside her, softened my voice. "He's gon