Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Adrian’s Pov The next day, I did not reach for my phone first. That alone felt unfamiliar. I got up, went through my usual routine, and moved through the morning without checking for a message or thinking about sending one. It was not because I had stopped thinking about them. It was because I was trying to do something I was not used to doing, which was stepping back without turning it into another move. It did not come naturally. By the time I got to the office, the day had already started without me needing to push anything forward. My assistant handed me a schedule that was tighter than usual, and I went through it without changing anything. Normally, I would have adjusted it to make space where I needed it, but this time I left it as it was. It was easier to focus on work than to sit with everything else. For a while, it worked. Meetings moved quickly, decisions were made without hesitation, and everything stayed within the structure I understood. It reminded me of how th

Adrian’s Pov I kept my word the next day. I didn't call, and I didn't send a message. It was not because I had nothing to say. It was because I was trying to do something that did not come naturally to me, which was waiting without turning it into another move. The day moved the way it always did. Meetings, decisions, numbers, and conversations that required no hesitation. Everything stayed within a structure I understood, and for a few hours, it worked. I was able to focus, respond, and keep things moving without thinking about anything else. That did not last. At some point, the quiet space I left started filling itself. I found myself checking my phone without unlocking it, picking it up and setting it down again, telling myself it did not matter while knowing it did. It mattered. I knew she would notice if I broke what I said. That was enough to keep me still. Around midday, I stepped out of a meeting earlier than expected. The conversation had ended, but I stayed back fo

Adrian’s Pov I did not expect a response to the message, and I did not check for one immediately. That was the only part I was doing right now, which was not reaching for something the moment I felt it slipping out of my control. The first day passed without anything from her, and I let it go. The second day followed the same pattern, and by then, I understood that silence was not an accident. It was a choice. I respected it, even if I did not like it. Work filled most of the time, but it did not take all of it. There were gaps between meetings, small pauses where my attention drifted without permission. I picked up my phone a few times and put it back down without unlocking it. The habit had not disappeared, but I was controlling it better than before. That did not make it easier. On the third evening, I was leaving the office later than usual when my phone buzzed. I did not reach for it immediately. I walked through the lobby, stepped outside, and only then did I check the scr

Adrian’s Pov I did not expect her to respond quickly, so when the message came, I read it more than once before doing anything else. It was short, direct, and exactly like her. “Saturday afternoon. You can come.” There was no explanation, no added condition, and no attempt to soften it. She had decided, and that was enough. I did not reply immediately. I placed the phone on the table and leaned back in my chair, forcing myself to sit with it instead of reacting. Responding too quickly would only show that I had been waiting for it, and I had already learned that moving too fast with her only made things worse. Still, the meaning behind it was clear. She had opened the door again. The time leading up to Saturday did not move the way it usually did. I kept myself occupied, went through work the same way I always did, and handled everything that needed my attention, but there were gaps where my focus slipped. I would catch myself thinking ahead, imagining how it would go, then fo

Adrian’s Pov I did not stay longer than I was supposed to. When Elara looked at me and said the visit was over, I nodded and stepped back without arguing. That part had become easier, even if I did not like it. I understood now that leaving when she said it mattered more than anything I could try to add before walking out. Blue watched me as I moved toward the door, not stopping me, but not looking away either. “You’re leaving again,” she said. “Yes.” She nodded slowly. “You always leave when she says.” I glanced at Elara, then back at her. “That’s how it works.” She seemed to think about that for a second. “Okay,” she said. I did not rush the rest of it. I walked out the same way I came in, steady and without trying to change anything at the last moment. When the door closed behind me, I stood there for a second before stepping away, letting the quiet outside replace everything that had been building inside. The drive back felt different this time. I knew what I had don