His Return, My Ruin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The tires screamed as Paulsen took the corners of the mountain road with a terrifying, calculated speed. I sat in the passenger seat, my phone clutched so tightly in my hand that the screen was beginning to crack. Jaden was in handcuffs, Sam was a ghost, and the only person left who could possibly point us toward the truth was the woman who had nurtured the monster.We didn't park; Paulsen jumped the curb, the patrol car’s tires churning up Tyra’s immaculate lawn. I didn't wait for him. I was through the front door before the engine had stopped clicking."Tyra!" I roared, my voice echoing off the cold marble of the foyer.She appeared at the top of the stairs, a glass of amber liquid in her hand, her expression one of bored, aristocratic disdain. "Tasha? Again? Really, the dramatic entrances are becoming quite tiresome. I assume you’ve come to apologize for the glass you broke earlier?""Where is he, Tyra?" I stepped to the foot of the stairs, my eyes burning. "He’s gone. He took Sam

The cool coastal air felt like it was finally scrubbing my lungs clean as I buckled Sam into the backseat. He was exhausted, falling into a deep sleep before we even cleared the cottage driveway, his plastic dinosaur clutched to his chest. I glanced one last time in the rearview mirror: Isaac remained on the porch, a dark, defeated silhouette under the lighthouse beam, with Paulsen standing over him. The signed papers were safe in my bag—a few sheets of parchment that weighed more than a bar of gold.When I pulled up to my parents' house, the porch lights were blazing, casting long, nervous shadows across the lawn. My mother, Elena, rushed out the moment she heard the engine, followed by my father, who looked like he had aged ten years in a single afternoon."Sam is fine," I said before they could even speak, my voice steady but carved with a bone-deep exhaustion. "He’s sleeping. Just get him to his bed, please."I waited until Sam was safely tucked away upstairs before facing my pare

The silence in the hotel room was deafening. Kyla stared into the amber depths of her scotch, searching for an escape hatch, but it felt like the walls were closing in. Isaac’s betrayal was the final domino. Without her inside man, her mountain of evidence had become her own indictment.“You won’t win like this, Tasha,” she hissed, but the edge had gone from her voice.“I haven’t won yet,” I replied, grabbing my coat. My voice was calm and rhythmic. “I win when I see your signature on a full retraction. Now, move. My car is downstairs. We're going to the FBI field office."The drive to the federal building was ghostly. Kyla stared out the window, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She knew that with every mile, a decade of meticulous planning was being stripped away.When we entered the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the Bureau, the atmosphere shifted. Special Detective Paulsen was already waiting; Marcus had paved the way by transmitting Isaac’s sworn c

The ice cream in front of us has melted and is dripping down the sides of the bowls. Neither Jaden nor I have touched it. A few feet away, Sam is flirting with his favorite saleswoman and telling her about his karate successes while she lets him sample some of her products for free. The silence is becoming oppressive, and I know I have to be the one to break it. Even though I've rehearsed this speech in my head many times, all the words have vanished."I was going to tell you myself, and I'm sorry that everything turned out this way.I'm not sure if Jaden heard me because he doesn't move; he continues to watch his son. His face has regained its impassiveness; only his eyes remain alive, burning with greed."When were you going to do this?"— Today.I take a deep breath, trying to say everything I need to as calmly as possible. If this conversation had happened three years ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it. But time is the best teacher."I found out I was pregnant about

"This bed is really big," Sam says, pointing his toes carefully to demonstrate just how big it is. "And there's no table for me to draw on.""I told Jaden you're used to sleeping in a smaller bed. He offered to buy you a new one tomorrow. I think that, once he learns about your passion for drawing, he'll want to buy you a desk as well.""Your friend is very kind. Is he lonely, so he wants us to stay at his place?""Not exactly. I'll tell you a little about our friendship. When Jaden and I met, I was only three years older than you. We immediately became best friends. He taught me to dive, helped me with my homework, and walked with me after school. We shared secrets. But then he had to leave. I missed him a lot, and he missed me too. Sometimes you meet someone, and they just feel like home,” I say, gently touching the left side of Sam’s chest. "And they never leave. For me, that’s what happened with you before you were born and with Jaden from the moment I first saw him. It was the sa