The Perfect Wife Walked Away のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

[David’s POV]The Swiss air was cold, but it couldn’t cool the fire burning in my chest.I stood outside the villa, my breath misting in the frigid twilight. My lip was throbbing — a reminder of Andorra’s fist against my mouth.I hadn't left. I wasn't going to.So, Doctor Andorra thought he could push me out? Throw me into the snow and lock the door, like I was some hawker selling insurance? He had no idea who he was dealing with. He had no idea what I was capable of when I wanted something. And right now, the only thing I wanted was Alice.I dialed the head of my legal team in the States, my fingers shaking with a mix of adrenaline and rage. I didn't care about the time difference. I didn't care about the cost."Mr Newcombe?" my lawyer’s sleepy voice answered. "It’s 3:00 a.m.""I don't care," I bit out. "Find out who owns the land around the Zurich Research Institute, in Switzerland. Buy every acre. Every commercial plot. The surrounding residential blocks. I want it all.""Sir, that

[Alice’s POV]The Swiss winter wasn't just cold; it had a way of biting through you, a cruel precision that seemed to target the bones. I pulled my wool scarf tighter around my neck, trying to preserve the little heat I had managed to generate. It was a losing battle. My metabolism was burning through everything I ate, to feed the life inside me, leaving me perpetually chilled, perpetually fragile.I took a slow breath, the air sharp in my lungs. Endall had insisted I get fresh air, to leave the confines of my room and the sterile smell of antiseptic that had become my world. I walked along the paved path that wound through the institute's gardens, the snow crunching softly under my boots.The silence here used to be peaceful. It used to feel like a sanctuary.But not anymore. The silence was heavy now, charged with a static kind of anxiety. The usually stoic researchers were rushing between buildings with clipboards, their faces drawn and pale. There were hushed conversations in the

[Alice’s POV]I turned and walked back toward the main building, my legs steady with a newfound purpose. The exhaustion was still there, weighing down my limbs, but it was secondary now. The pain in my abdomen was an ever-present dull throb in the background.I marched straight down to Endall’s office in the administration wing. His secretary tried to stop me, but I walked past her, ignoring her protests. I threw open the door to his office.Endall was seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports. He looked up, startled, anger flaring in his eyes until he saw it was me. Then, his face crumbled. He looked exhausted. Defeated."Alice," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You shouldn't be up here. You heard about the protesters?"I went into the room and closed the door. "I didn't just hear about them, I met them."Endall closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "I tried to stop it, Alice. I fought the board vote. But David... he controls the purse strings now. He invoked

[Alice’s POV]We arrived in darkness punctuated by moonglow when clouds parted. The building was carved into the side of the mountain, a brutalist slab of concrete hidden by decades of overgrowth. It looked less like a laboratory and more like a bunker."Welcome to the past," Endall said, killing the engine. "This was a Cold War-era research station. My uncle bought it decades ago, in a government auction. He mostly used it for storage."It was cold inside. The air smelled of dust, old metal, and dried-out electrical wiring. Endall flicked on the breaker, and the overhead lights buzzed to life, illuminating a cavernous room filled with crates covered in tarps. In the corner, hulking shadows of machinery loomed — industrial centrifuges, fume hoods, and autoclaves that looked like they belonged in a museum, not a cutting-edge research facility."We have to move fast," Endall said, pulling off a tarp. A cloud of dust billowed up, making me cough. "I have the raw compounds for R4310 in th

[Adam’s POV]The view from the penthouse suite was enough to take anyone’s breath away. Zurich sprawled out below, a glittering tapestry of gold and diamond lights reflecting off the dark, glassy surface of the lake. It was the kind of view that promised the world — the kind of view that belonged on a postcard or the cover of a magazine for the ultra-wealthy.But to me, it just looked like a cage.The floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living space, turning the city into a backdrop for a life I didn't want. I sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress too soft, the sheets too high-thread-count. They felt like a trap. In my hand, my phone was a cold, heavy brick. The screen glowed with a harsh, artificial light, illuminating the text box that had been taunting me for hours.I just need to know she's safe.I had typed the words a dozen times. I had hovered my thumb over the send button, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "Adam!"The voice cut through the silenc