The Contract Bride He Never Wanted のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Chapter 81: The Truth That Refused to Stay BuriedThe silence between them felt heavier than any argument they’d ever had.She stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the city lights below. They blinked like distant stars—beautiful, untouchable, and completely unaware of the storm unfolding in her chest. Behind her, he hadn’t moved since she’d asked the question that changed everything.“Who is she?” her voice had been quiet. Too quiet.And that scared him more than shouting ever could.He finally exhaled, long and slow, as if he’d been holding his breath for years. “She’s not just an ex,” he said. “She’s a mistake I never paid for… until now.”She turned then, her eyes sharp with hurt and disbelief. “You don’t get to speak in riddles anymore. Not after what I heard.”Because she had heard it. The name whispered in the hallway. The fear in the voice on the other end of his phone call. The way his face had gone pale, like a man staring straight into a past he tho

Chapter 83: The Weight of What Was Never SaidThe woman didn’t rush her words.That, more than anything, terrified her.They sat across from each other, the café humming softly around them, but it felt like the rest of the world had faded out. All she could hear was her own heartbeat, loud and uneven, as she waited for the truth she wasn’t sure she was ready to carry.“There was another person,” the woman said finally. “Someone who didn’t make it out the way I did.”Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “Another person… how?”The woman’s eyes dropped to her hands. For the first time, the calm cracked. “He was young. Younger than both of us. He trusted him completely.”A cold wave washed over her.“He got caught in the middle,” the woman continued. “When everything went wrong, the blame had to land somewhere. I took most of it. But he…” Her voice faltered. “He paid a different price.”Silence pressed in.“Did he die?” she asked quietly.The woman looked up, her gaze sharp

Chapter 85: Where I Go to BreatheThe apartment was quiet in a way that felt unfamiliar.Not peaceful—just empty.She stood in the middle of the small living room, coat still on, bag dropped near the door, staring at walls that didn’t know her yet. This place wasn’t meant to be permanent. It was a pause. A breath. Somewhere to exist without explaining herself to anyone.She sank onto the couch and finally let the tears come.Not the dramatic kind. The silent ones. The ones that slipped down her face while she stared at nothing, mourning a life she had almost stepped fully into.She loved him.That was the cruelest part.Loving him hadn’t disappeared just because the truth had surfaced. It lingered, stubborn and aching, wrapping itself around the pain until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.Her phone lay face down beside her.She hadn’t checked it since she left.Not because she didn’t care—but because she was afraid that one message from him would undo the boundar

Chapter 87: Nowhere to Hide but Each OtherThe drive was silent.Not the comfortable kind—this was the kind of silence filled with unspoken questions and fragile restraint. The city lights blurred past the window as she sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms folded tightly around herself.He drove like a man who didn’t trust the road anymore.“Where are we going?” she asked finally.“Somewhere they won’t look first,” he replied. “A place that isn’t tied to me. Or my name.”She glanced at him. His jaw was set, eyes alert, scanning mirrors like he expected someone to appear out of thin air. This wasn’t the man who once moved through rooms like he owned them.This was a man who knew he’d underestimated his past.They stopped nearly an hour later, far from the city’s glow. The house was small, tucked behind tall trees, its lights low and unassuming. Nothing about it screamed wealth or power. It looked… ordinary.“Whose place is this?” she asked as they stepped inside.“Mara’s,” he said. “S

Chapter 89: The Truth Behind the DoorHer hand hovered on the doorknob, breath shallow, heart hammering. Every instinct screamed caution, but curiosity—and the need for answers—was stronger. She pushed the door open.Mara was standing there, calm as ever, hands slightly raised. Her eyes, though, betrayed urgency. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t casual. She was tense, sharp, dangerous even.“Why?” the woman demanded first, not looking at Mara, but at him. “Why am I being watched? Why am I a liability in my own life?”Mara’s gaze shifted between them. “I didn’t report you as a target,” she said quickly. “I reported anomalies, patterns, potential threats. You… you are part of this because of proximity. Not choice.”Her laugh was hollow. “Proximity? I didn’t choose to be near him. I didn’t choose to love him. And yet somehow, that makes me a liability in your eyes?”Mara’s jaw tightened. “I only follow orders. He asked me to secure everything, everyone. I… I didn’t realize the language wou