Wife for Her Salvation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

There was only a door between me and the study. Seamus’s voice drifted out in a calm, measured tone, so deliberately restrained that the trace of regret beneath it felt rehearsed rather than sincere. "She didn't choose me," he said. "So the only thing I could do was make sure Pera's father lived. As long as Pera is happy, that's enough." "As for Shirley..."He paused. "I gave her a stable life. An identity as Donna, and a carefree life. It was my responsibility." Sitting opposite him, Tom—his closest confidant—looked shocked. "Pera has no idea what you did," Tom said in a low voice. "You manipulated the federal organ transplant system." “If anyone finds out, you're finished. Even if you're a Mafia boss, you can't escape federal prosecution. Is it really worth it for a woman?” “Whether it's worth it or not isn't up to you,” Seamus replied coldly.“If she's happy, I'll do it again.” “Don't mention Shirley's father,” he continued calmly. “If my name is on the list, I won't hesit

“I heard they’ve been together since childhood. Seamus dotes on his wife—the gifts he gives her are incredibly expensive, and he’s absolutely loyal to her. He’s never had another woman.” The club was noisy, the music deafening, but all the whispers seemed to point to the same conclusion:I have a good husband. I stood at the door and saw him immediately—Seamus. “Is he good to you?” someone asked. “Yes,” Pera answered casually, almost lazily. “He just bought me a yacht a few days ago. It was a birthday present. Every year he gives me something; last year it was an estate.” Seamus hesitated before answering. His voice was hoarse and restrained, tinged with resentment. “That’s good,” he said. “As long as you’re happy.” Pera smiled faintly. “What’s wrong with you lately? Buying me gifts every day?” Her tone was gentle, with a hint of reproach. “You always lose money at my casino. Do you really think I didn’t notice?” She paused, then added casually, “What would Shirley think if

He didn't return home for a full day and night, so he had no idea of my disappearance or the fire. He only messaged me the moment I left. “Sheryl, what happened at home? Why is it on fire?” “Are you still angry with me?” “Stop it, be good. Come back now and I won't be angry. I'll wait for you at home.” He lied again. Half an hour ago, a minor internet celebrity saw him having dinner with Pera. She was secretly livestreaming. On the screen, Seamus was carefully preparing crabs. I didn't reply. He probably still thinks I'm deliberately trying to get his attention. After receiving confirmation of successful identity cancellation, I deleted all his contact information. In the livestream room, his secretary rushed in, her face pale. “Boss—it's terrible! We can't contact Madam at all now. It's like she's disappeared. There's no news from the federal system either.” Seamus didn't understand for a moment. He froze, staring blankly at her. “What?” he asked slowly. “How could y

His loyalty to Perla had already been exposed online. So, was he now trying to tell everyone he was having an affair? I turned off my phone; I didn't want to focus on him. But Seamus somehow got my new number. A call came in. I answered it by accident. Hearing that familiar voice, I hung up. Then I blocked all the unfamiliar numbers. Meanwhile, Tom finally sent Seamus a message. “Seamus, we grew up together. As your friend, I warned you before.” “Shirley has always been far superior to Perla.” “I felt something was wrong on the day of the surgery—but you wouldn’t listen.” “She knew Shirley’s father was critically ill. “Then why did she say her own father needed a transplant at this particular time?” “She was acting, deceiving you, forcing you to make a choice.” “According to my investigation, Perla’s father didn’t need a transplant at all.” “Tom sighed. “I helped you modify the list without Sherry's knowledge, which crossed a line, so I can't help you now.” “You need t

I had just left the supermarket after get off work when Seamus found me. I walked to a quiet street and glimpsed him standing across the street. At that moment, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I turned to leave. But he grabbed my arm. His voice was hoarse— with a vulnerability I had never heard before. “Shirley…” “It’s me.” “I’ve finally found you.” “I regret it. The one I love is you.” His beard was unkempt. His face was aged, nothing like that of a Mafia heir. I didn’t look at him. I simply pulled my arm away slightly. “You shouldn’t have come. I hate you now. Because of you, I lost my father.” I turned to leave. Seamus panicked. He rushed forward, blocking my way. “It’s not what you think. You’ve misunderstood!” “I’ve been deceived, it’s all Pera’s fault.” “I was so blind, so foolish. But I understand now.” “I owe you so much. Come home with me.” “I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” “Please… I beg you.” He trembled as he pulled a docu