My Husband's Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alice’s POVDavid disappeared for three days.No calls. No explanations. No pretense of checking on me. The servants told me, with careful voices and lowered eyes, that he was “with Miss Lily,” that she was fragile, that she needed rest, that the doctors were concerned. Every sentence ended the same way: as if his absence were obvious, justified, inevitable.I nodded. I smiled. I went back to my room.And while David played savior, the Neighley Empire began to bleed.I learned about it the way I learned everything important now: accidentally, through whispers meant for someone else. Two senior executives argued in the corridor outside Grandpa’s study, their voices sharp with panic. I paused just long enough to hear the words that made my pulse spike.“CFIUS won’t clear it. They’ve opened a formal investigation.”“That’s impossible.”“It’s not. National security concerns. Foreign capital exposure. The U.S. Treasury is involved now.”My breath caught.CFIUS.The Committee on Foreign Inv

Alice’s POVI packed in silence.Not the dramatic kind, not the kind that demands witnesses or music swelling in the background. This was quiet, deliberate, almost reverent. The kind of silence you need when you’re cutting something out of your life and you don’t want to hesitate halfway through.The closet doors stood open, revealing rows of gowns David had chosen for me over the years. Silk. Chiffon. Dresses that photographed well. Dresses that said wife before they said woman. I ran my fingers over one hanger absently, then pulled my hand back like I’d touched something dead.“No,” I murmured to the empty room.I reached instead for the back section of the closet, the part I’d ignored for three years. The section I’d buried under layers of compliance and convenience. My old power suits were still there, sealed in garment bags like artifacts. Navy. Charcoal. Black. Clean lines. Sharp shoulders. Clothes that didn’t ask permission.I unzipped one slowly.The fabric smelled faintly of

Alice's POVThe laughter hadn’t even finished echoing when the screen at the far end of the boardroom flickered.At first, no one noticed. They were still enjoying themselves too much, still basking in the comfort of believing they were untouchable. A few men leaned back in their chairs, arms crossed, smiles smug. David hadn’t even looked at me again. Lily sat a little straighter, cheeks flushed with attention, basking in the warmth of being praised for nothing.Then the lights dimmed automatically.A low hum cut through the room.The massive wall screen blinked once, twice, and then came alive.Silence slammed down like a gavel.Justice Mr. Arlington filled the screen, sharp and immaculate, seated behind a dark walnut desk that radiated authority. His suit was perfectly cut, his silver tie knotted with military precision. His hair was brushed back neatly, revealing a face that had graced legal journals and news articles for decades, the kind of face people trusted even when it disman

Alice’s POVJustice Arlington landed at 6:12 p.m.I knew because my phone rang at 6:13, and there was only one man in the world who would call me the second his plane landed.I was sitting on the edge of the guest room bed, blazer draped over the chair, suitcase still closed by the door like a promise I hadn’t yet fulfilled. The estate was quiet in that unnatural way wealthy houses get when something important is being hidden behind polite silence. David hadn’t come looking for me. Lily hadn’t appeared. The servants moved softly, avoiding my eyes.The phone buzzed again.I answered.“Diamond,” he said.The word slid through me like a key turning in a lock I’d forgotten existed.I closed my eyes briefly, my shoulders easing despite myself. “You’re early,” I said, keeping my voice steady.“I was impatient,” Justice Arlington replied, amusement threading his tone. “I’ve waited long enough.”I could hear the airport behind him, distant announcements, the low hum of movement, but his voice

Alice's POVArlington stopped directly in front of my chair. For a long moment, he simply looked at me, his expression softening just enough to be unmistakable to anyone who truly knew him.Then he smiled.Not the polite smile he gave donors or dignitaries.The real one.“Diamond,” he said, his voice warm and clear in the stunned silence. “You’re exactly where you belong.”The room didn’t breathe.I rose slowly, meeting his gaze. “Justice Arlington,” I replied evenly. “Welcome.”Behind us, Lily stood pale and rigid, her world tilting on its axis.David took one step forward.The chandeliers glittered overhead, the weight of a thousand recalculations settling into the air.And Justice Arlington turned slightly, gesturing toward the podium.The room remained frozen, caught between what it believed and what it was about to learn.It stunned everyone. Justice Arlington didn’t go straight to the podium. He stopped right in front of me. The movement was subtle, but the effect was seismic. C