Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Elara’s Pov “I was pregnant,” I said. The words stayed between us. He stared at me like he did not understand them. Then he did. “You knew?” he asked. I did not answer that. His face lost color. Not fully. Just enough. “I did not know,” he said. I looked at him. Really looked at him. “You want to hear something?” I asked. He frowned. “What?” “Come inside.” I stepped back. He hesitated for a second, then walked in. He looked around like the room might give him answers. I shut the door. No shouting. No dramatic pause. Just the air is thick and uncomfortable. He turned to me. “If you were pregnant, why didn’t you tell me?” I walked past him and picked up my bag from the chair. My hands were steady. That surprised me. “I did,” I said. He shook his head. “No.” “I tried.” “You never said anything.” I opened the bag and took out the envelope. The same one I had been carrying for days. I held it in my hand. “You were busy,” I said. “Busy with what?” “Ending us.” His j

Elara’s Pov He did not show up the next day. That made it worse. I kept expecting a call or at least a message. Adrian never handled big news quietly, but this time he did. There was no knock on my door, no demand for answers, and no pressure from him at all. There was only silence. I went through my day like normal. I had breakfast, got dressed, and packed my bag. Every small action felt heavier than usual. My body felt tired, but my mind would not slow down. The only thought that kept circling was that he knew. He finally knew. Around noon my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number, and I ignored it. A few minutes later it buzzed again. This time it was Adrian. Are they in school today? There was no greeting, no argument, no anger. Just the question. I stared at the message for a long moment before replying. Yes. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared twice before another message came in. What grade? I swallowed before answering. Kindergarten. There was a longer pause

Elara’s Pov The school day ended at three. I arrived early. I usually waited in the car, but today I stood near the gate instead. I told myself it was because the weather was good. That was not the real reason. I was watching. Part of me expected Adrian to appear again. After what happened that morning, it would not have surprised me. But the street stayed normal. Parents walked up and down the sidewalk. Cars stopped and moved again. Children ran toward the gate when the bell rang. Then the doors opened. My child came out with the other kids. Backpack slightly crooked. Hair is a little messy the way it always gets by the end of the day. They spotted me and started running. “Mama!” I bent down and caught them in my arms. “How was school?” I asked. “Good. We had art today.” They pulled back and started telling me about a picture they made. Something about animals and trees. I listened, nodding and smiling. Then I felt it. That quiet feeling that someone was watching. I l

Elara’s Pov Saturday mornings were always slower. I usually woke up before my child did, but that day I stayed in bed longer than usual. The house was quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your mind wander. My phone was on the nightstand. I had turned the screen toward the wall the night before so I would not keep checking it. Adrian had not sent another message after our call. That should have made things easier. Instead, it made me think about him more. Eventually, I got up and went to the kitchen. I started making pancakes. It was our usual weekend breakfast. The smell always woke my child up before I even called them. Sure enough, a few minutes later I heard small footsteps in the hallway. “Mama?” “I’m in the kitchen,” I said. They came in rubbing their eyes and climbed onto one of the chairs. “Pancakes?” they asked. “Yes.” They smiled sleepily. While we ate, they talked about cartoons and a game they wanted to play later. I listened the way I always did. Half smiling

Elara’s Pov Thursday afternoon I arrived at the school a little earlier than usual. I sat in the car and watched the front gate. Parents stood in small groups talking while they waited. A few children were already lining up near the door. My phone was in my bag, but I kept thinking about Adrian’s question from the night before. “Will they draw me?” I had told him I did not know. The truth was that I really didn’t. The bell rang a few minutes later and the doors opened. Children began coming out in small groups. Some ran straight toward their parents. Others walked slowly while talking with friends. Then I saw my child. They were holding a piece of paper in both hands and walking carefully like they did not want to wrinkle it. The moment they spotted me, they started smiling. “Mama!” I stepped out of the car. “What do you have there?” I asked. “It’s my family drawing.” They held the paper out proudly. I looked down. There were three stick figures on the page. One tall