Divorced and Remarried: Desired by Two Billionaires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

72~Velma’s POVMy heart melted at his words. I smiled and reached back to squeeze his hand. Just then, the door opened, and Theron walked back toward the car carrying a huge box of chocolates. Jaden’s eyes widened in surprise.“Wow,” Jaden breathed, clearly in awe.I laughed softly and shook my head. “That is too much,” I said as Theron placed the box in the car.Theron looked at the two of us, confused. “Why,” he asked. “Then Jaden and Ronan will have a lot to eat.”I smiled at him warmly. “That is true,” I said gently. “But they are children. They should not eat too many sweets.”Theron chuckled softly and shrugged, clearly amused. The car felt light and happy as we drove on, the small moment filled with laughter and love.We pulled up to the school just as the morning sun spilled golden light over the playground. Jaden practically jumped out of the car before we could even open the door fully. He ran to me first, his little arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I hugged him back,

74~Velma’s POVDylan’s voice cut through the quiet tension of the studio again, a mixture of apology and awkwardness in his tone. “I… I didn’t realize you two were busy,” he said, clearly dumbfounded by what he had just walked into. His eyes flicked between us one last time, and then, almost reluctantly, he turned and left, the soft click of the door marking his departure.I exhaled slowly, the tension in my chest easing just a little. Theron’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as he looked at me. “Well,” he said, his tone calm and amused, “I think we can continue from where we stopped.”I rolled my eyes playfully, a small laugh escaping me. “At this rate, Dylan will have a heart attack soon,” I whispered, brushing my hand lightly across his chest.He chuckled softly, leaning closer. “I don’t care,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on mine. “He should just leave my wife alone.”A soft warmth bloomed in my chest, the mixture of love, mischief, and quiet triumph making me smile

76~Dylan’s POVTheron nodded, his eyes still calm and unyielding, as if he expected no more than my words.I let my next words fall carefully, deliberately, measuring them. “I am willing… willing to take her back,” I said quietly, my eyes sharp now, daring him to challenge me. “Because the woman you married… she wasn’t a divorcee. The papers she signed… they were signed under force. I will appeal to the court. I will nullify them. Whatever it takes, I will make it right. I will make her mine again.”Theron just tilted his head, his expression thoughtful, the faintest smile still playing at the corners of his lips. He didn’t react with anger or judgment. He simply looked at me with that calm certainty that made me feel… exposed, almost fragile, even in the midst of my own declarations.I stared at him, waiting. Part of me expected him to react, to argue, to show even a small crack in that calm face of his. When he did not say anything, the irritation bubbled up again.“So,” I said, my

78~Velma’s POV“Why are you acting so cruel?” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. His face twisted, eyes burning like he was the one being wounded. “Do you even see what I am doing? I am trying to win you back, Velma. I am here, I am apologizing, I am fighting for us.”I stared at him, really stared, and something cold settled in my chest.I scoffed, a short sound full of disbelief. “Win me back?” I asked. “Should I be grateful for that?”He faltered for a second, clearly not expecting that.“I do not want you again,” I said, slowly, clearly, so there would be no room for misunderstanding. “I am happily married. I have a child. I have a husband who loves me, who cherishes me, who never once made me feel like I was a burden.”His laugh came out sharp and broken, almost hysterical. His eyes were glossy now, tears threatening but not quite falling. “Theron?” he said bitterly. “He can never love you the way I do. You know that. You have always known that. You can pretend all you

~Eva’s POVI stepped out of the house with my spine straight and my shoulders back, even though something restless kept tugging at my chest. Dylan had already left for work. I watched his car disappear down the driveway from the window, my lips curved into a smile that felt practiced, controlled, and a little empty.After that, I took my time getting dressed. Not rushed. Not careless. I chose a dress that fit me perfectly, elegant in a way that demanded attention without begging for it. When I looked at my reflection, I approved. I always made sure I did. Then I picked up my phone and sent a short message to a number I trusted. Meet me at Grandfather’s hospital. No explanation. None was needed.The drive felt longer than it should have. The roads were familiar, but my hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel as the hospital came into view. Clean. White. Powerful in its silence.Inside, a nurse recognized me immediately and greeted me with polite warmth before escorting me do