After the Divorce, My Billionaire Husband Lost His Mind のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Three days later, we went back.Neither of us admitted we were terrified.There wasn't much point.The fear was obvious.Visible in the way Elara barely touched her breakfast.Visible in the way I checked the appointment time every ten minutes despite already knowing it.Visible in the silence that settled between us during the drive.Not uncomfortable.Just heavy.Because today wasn't a routine follow-up.Today was about the note.The sentence neither of us had managed to forget.Possible twin gestation.Possible.For three days, that word had haunted us.Every conversation eventually returned to it.Every daydream.Every fear.Every hope.Twins.Maybe.Or maybe not.And somehow the uncertainty felt worse than either answer.The specialist's office looked exactly the same as before.Bright.Clean.Professional.Yet everything felt different.Because now we were looking for something.Or someone.Or perhaps two someones.The technician from our previous visit greeted us with a warm sm

Neither of us moved.The envelope rested in Elara's trembling hands.The nursery suddenly felt smaller.Quieter.Like the entire room was holding its breath.To Our Daughter, Lily.The handwriting was unmistakably Elara's.Every curve.Every stroke.Yet the confusion on her face was equally unmistakable."I don't remember this."Her voice barely existed.I swallowed."Are you sure?"She nodded immediately."I would've remembered."A pause."Wouldn't I?"The question lingered.Because grief did strange things to memory.Entire weeks from the hospital felt blurred.Conversations vanished.Days disappeared.Trauma had stolen pieces of time from both of us.Slowly, Elara turned the envelope over.Still sealed.Untouched.Waiting.My heart hammered.Not from fear exactly.Something else.Anticipation.Reverence.Whatever was inside had survived everything.The loss.The months.The silence.And somehow remained hidden.Until now."What do you want to do?"Elara stared at the envelope.Thin

The message sat unread for six hours.Six peaceful hours.Or as peaceful as life allowed these days.After the hospital, exhaustion won.The emotional crash hit both of us the moment we got home.The twins were safe.For now.The bleeding had stopped.The heartbeats were strong.The crisis had passed.At least temporarily.So we slept.Not gracefully.Not elegantly.We practically collapsed into bed fully dressed.And neither of us woke until nearly noon.Sunlight filled the bedroom.Warm.Ordinary.For a few precious seconds, I forgot about the hospital.Then Elara shifted beside me.And immediately placed a hand against her stomach.The gesture had become automatic.Instinctive.Protective.My chest softened."How are you feeling?""Tired."A pause."Terrified."Another pause."But better."I nodded.Better was enough.For today.We spent most of the afternoon doing absolutely nothing.Which felt necessary.The previous twenty-four hours had contained enough emotions for an entire m

Nobody moved after that.Nobody spoke.Nobody even seemed to breathe.The letter mentions two children.The sentence hung in the air.Impossible.Completely impossible.Across from me, Elara looked like someone had pulled the floor out from beneath her.Not because she believed in prophecies.Not because she believed in ghosts.But because grief had a way of making impossible things feel possible.Especially when they involved people you missed."Mom."Her voice sounded strained.Tight.Careful."What exactly does the letter say?"Silence answered first.Then a shaky breath."I don't know if I can read it."My stomach tightened.Because now I could hear it.The emotion.The years.Whatever was in that letter had been sitting inside her mother's heart for a very long time."Please."Elara wiped her eyes."Please read it."A long pause followed.Then paper rustled through the phone.An old letter being unfolded.A letter written by a man who had been dead for nearly fifteen years.The s

For several seconds, nobody moved.Nobody spoke.Nobody even seemed to breathe.The woman stood in the doorway.Older than I remembered.More tired.But unmistakably herself.And the moment I recognized her, my stomach dropped.Not because she was dangerous.Because of what she represented.The past.The part of the past neither Elara nor I ever discussed anymore.Behind me, Elara looked up from the kitchen.Confusion crossing her face.Then recognition hit.Hard.The color vanished from her cheeks."Oh my God."The whisper barely existed.The woman nodded once.A sad smile touching her lips."Hello, Elara."Silence.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Years of history standing inside my doorway.Then Elara slowly stood."You."Not a question.Not quite an accusation either.Just shock.Pure shock.The woman looked down briefly.Then back up."I know."A pause."This is probably the last person you expected to see."That was an understatement.Because the woman standing in our doorway was Claire Mo