Threesome With My Husband And His Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"Aiden, my shoulder—" Grace tried to take a step but stumbled.Blood was soaking through the makeshift bandage. Her vision blurred from pain.Then she heard it. A sound like breaking glass but deeper, louder, coming from beneath her feet.She looked down. A thin crack running across the ice. Getting wider."The ice," she whispered.Another sound. Sharp. Violent. The crack spread faster, branching out like lightning."Grace, run!" Aiden grabbed her good arm. "Get to shore!"They tried. But Grace's legs wouldn't work right. The pain. The shock. Everything hitting at once.Behind them came more sounds. The ice groaning. Snapping. Giving way.Sophia was still lying there unconscious. Right where the ice was breaking fastest."Sophia!" Grace stopped moving.The ice beneath Sophia shattered. Just collapsed. She dropped straight through into black water.Gone."No!" Grace turned to go back.But her own footing gave way. She felt it shift. Felt the ice crack under her weight."Grace!" Aiden l

Grace woke up to beeping. Steady. Rhythmic. A heart monitor. Her eyes opened slowly. White ceiling. Fluorescent lights. The smell of disinfectant. Hospital. She tried to move. Pain shot through her shoulder. She gasped. "Don't move." A voice rough and tired. "You'll pull your stitches." Grace turned her head. Aiden sat in a chair next to her bed. He looked terrible. Unshaven. Dark circles under his eyes. Clothes wrinkled like he'd slept in them for days. "Aiden?" Her voice came out raspy. Throat raw. His eyes filled with tears. "You're awake. Oh God, you're awake." "How long...?" "Three days. You've been unconscious for three days." He stood up. Came closer. Took her hand. "The doctors said you might not wake up. The hypothermia. The blood loss. They said your body was shutting down." Grace squeezed his hand. Weak but there. "I'm okay." "You're not okay. You almost died." His voice broke. "You died. Twice. On that ice. In the ambulance. They had to restart your heart." "Bu

Detective Laura Floyd walked into Grace's hospital room. Mid-forties. Short hair. Sharp eyes that missed nothing. "Ms. Hartwell? I'm Detective Floyd. I need to ask you some questions about what happened at the lake." Grace sat up carefully. Her shoulder still hurt. "Okay." Detective Floyd pulled out a notebook. Sat down. "Tell me what happened. In your own words. Start from the beginning." Grace took a breath. Then told her everything. The gun. The threats. Sophia pulling the trigger. Falling through the ice. All of it. Detective Floyd wrote it all down. Asked clarifying questions. Made notes. "And you're sure Sophia Bennett fired the gun intentionally? This wasn't an accident?" "She pointed it at my chest. Told me I ruined her life. Then pulled the trigger. It wasn't an accident." "Okay. And your husband's brother, Aiden Hartwell, was there? He saw this?" "Yes. He pushed her arm at the last second. That's why the bullet only grazed my shoulder instead of hitting my heart."

"My son is a good man."Catherine Hartwell stood at a podium. Microphones everywhere. Cameras flashing. Richard stood beside her. Both dressed impeccably. Both looking dignified and hurt."He has been subjected to vicious lies. Fabricated evidence. And character assassination by a woman who married him for money and is now trying to destroy him for more money."Grace watched from her hospital bed. Still bandaged. and recovering. But she'd insisted on seeing this."This is unbelievable," Emma said. She was sitting in the corner. Rachel stood by the window. Both watching.Catherine continued. "Grace Hartwell entered our family seven years ago. We welcomed her with open arms. Treated her like a daughter. And how does she repay us? By creating elaborate lies. By fabricating evidence with AI technology. By manipulating a mentally unstable woman into attempting murder.""Wait, what?" Grace sat up straighter. "I manipulated Sophia?"Richard stepped up to the microphone. "Our son never had an

Grace woke up to the smell of coffee. And bacon. And something sweet.She opened her eyes. Sunlight streaming through the massive windows. The city spread out below. Morning.She'd slept through the entire afternoon. The whole night. Almost sixteen hours.Her shoulder ached. But less than before. The rest had helped.Grace sat up carefully. Heard movement in the kitchen. Aiden humming softly.She walked out. Found him at the stove. Cooking. Wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Hair messy. Looking completely different from the polished businessman she'd first met."You're awake," he said, smiling. "Perfect timing. Breakfast is ready.""What time is it?""Almost nine. You slept forever. How do you feel?""Better. Sore but better."Aiden plated food. Pancakes. Bacon. Eggs. Fresh fruit. He set it on the counter. Pulled out a stool for her."Eat. You need your strength."Grace sat. Looked at the spread. "This is too much food.""You're too skinny. Hospital diet. You need to eat."Grace picked