Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Elara’s Pov Monday morning started like any other. Breakfast. Getting dressed. Packing a small lunch. My child sat at the table telling me about a game they wanted to play at school. Nothing felt unusual. But the truth was, my mind had been busy all weekend. Adrian seeing the child at the park had changed something. Even though he stayed far away, even though he left when I asked him to, the line between his life and ours felt thinner now. I dropped my child off at school and drove home. My phone buzzed ten minutes later. Adrian. I already knew it would be him. “Did they get to school okay?” “Yes,” I replied. The answer came back quickly. “Good.” That was it. No other questions. For a while, the silence stayed between us. Around noon my phone buzzed again. “Can I ask you something?” I stared at the message. “Ask.” The typing bubble stayed on the screen longer than usual. “Do they ever talk about what they want to be when they grow up?” I leaned back in the chair

Elara’s Pov Wednesday evening felt normal. Dinner was simple. Pasta and vegetables. My child talked about a story their teacher read in class. Something about a dragon who was afraid of flying. They laughed while telling me about it. After dinner, we cleaned up together. They carried their small plate carefully to the sink as if it were a very serious responsibility. “Mama, can we read tonight?” they asked. “Yes.” They ran to their room and came back with the book about the bear who builds a rocket. We read it together on the couch. I had read the same book so many times I could almost say the words without looking at the pages. Halfway through the story my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I ignored it. My child was watching the pictures closely while I read. When we finished, they leaned against my shoulder. “Mama?” “Yes?” “Do you think bears could really go to space?” “Probably not.” “Why?” “They would need a lot of training.” They thought about that. “I would h

Elara’s Pob The next morning my child woke up earlier than usual. I was still making breakfast when they ran into the kitchen holding the new book. “Mama, can we read it again?” “Before school?” “Yes.” I looked at the clock. “We have a little time.” They climbed onto the chair beside me while I opened the book. We read the first few pages together while the pancakes cooked. They pointed at the pictures and asked questions about every rocket and planet. When we finished, they hugged the book against their chest. “I want to take it to school.” “Not today,” I said gently. “Why?” “Because it’s still new. Let’s keep it safe here for now.” They thought about that for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” We finished breakfast and got ready for school. When we arrived, they ran toward the classroom like they always did. The red backpack bounced against their shoulders as they moved. I watched them disappear through the door before heading back to the car. My phone buzzed as so

Elara’s Pov Sunday morning started quietly. My child woke up late and walked into the kitchen still half asleep. Their hair was messy and they were dragging the astronaut book behind them. “Mama, can we read this again?” “You really like that book.” “Yes.” They climbed into the chair while I made breakfast. While the pancakes cooked, my phone buzzed on the counter. Adrian. “Good morning.” I wiped my hands and replied. “Morning.” The typing bubble appeared almost immediately. “How is their morning going?” “They’re reading the astronaut book again.” Another message came. “That makes me happy.” My child looked up from the book. “Is that my friend again?” they asked. “Yes.” They nodded and went back to looking at the pictures. I stared at my phone for a moment. Then I typed something slowly. “They asked about you again yesterday.” A few seconds passed before he replied. “What did they ask?” “They wanted to know if the book was from you.” Another pause. “What d

Elara’s Pov I waited two days before making a decision. Not because Adrian pushed me. He didn’t. In fact, he didn’t mention the question again after that night. But my child did. The next evening while we were eating dinner, they asked again. “Mama?” “Yes?” “When can I talk to my dad?” I set my fork down. “Why do you want to talk to him?” They shrugged. “I want to see if he really likes rockets.” I smiled a little. “That’s a very important question.” They nodded seriously. “Yes.” After dinner, I tucked them into bed and sat in the living room for a while. My phone was on the table beside me. Adrian had sent a message earlier in the day. “Hope school went well.” That was it. He wasn’t pushing. That made the decision feel even heavier. Finally, I picked up the phone and typed. “They asked again.” The reply came quickly. “What did they say?” “They want to talk to you.” Several seconds passed before his next message. “I’m ready whenever you think it’s right.”