Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Rachael’s POV“You’re seriously taking all of this?”Bella’s voice echoed from somewhere behind me as I folded another dress carefully into the open suitcase.I glanced over my shoulder briefly.She stood in the middle of my room holding up one of my oversized hoodies dramatically like it personally offended her.“You’re married now, not relocating to another country.”A weak laugh escaped me despite myself.“Technically I am relocating.”Bella rolled her eyes immediately.“You know what I mean.”I smiled faintly before looking back down at the suitcase again.The room around me felt strange now.Not because anything physically changed.Because I knew I wouldn’t fully belong here anymore.My room.My bed.My safe place.Everything suddenly felt temporary.Like I was quietly packing pieces of my old life into boxes without knowing if I’d ever truly get them back again.The thought made my chest ache unexpectedly.Bella dropped the hoodie onto the bed afterward before flopping down dram

Rachael’s POVWalking back into Hills Group as Mrs Brooks felt wrong in ways I couldn’t explain.The building looked exactly the same.Tall glass walls.Busy lobby.Employees rushing around with coffee cups and files in hand.Nothing had changed.And yet…everything felt different.Because now every person who looked at me no longer saw Rachael Virgo.They saw a married woman.Someone’s wife.Clinton Brooks’ wife.The thought alone made my stomach tighten slightly as I stepped out of the car.“Ma’am.”The driver opened the door for me politely.I nodded quietly before stepping onto the pavement.The morning air felt colder than usual against my skin.Or maybe it was just nerves.I adjusted the sleeve of my cream blouse carefully before glancing up at the massive building ahead of me.Hills Group.Jonathan’s company.Just thinking his name after everything that happened two nights ago made my chest ache.I barely slept at all after returning from the hotel.Not with Jessica’s laughter

Rachael’s POVMy heart dropped immediately.No.No no no.Not that.Anything but that.I turned toward Clinton too quickly.“It’s just something I ate.”The lie came instantly.His eyes narrowed slightly.“You’ve been sick before?”“No.”Another lie.Because now that I think about it…there had been signs.Small ones.Easy to ignore.The random exhaustion.The headaches.The nausea that came and disappeared quickly enough for me to dismiss it.I thought it was all wedding stressBut this…This felt different.Clinton still watched me carefully from the bathroom doorway.Like he was trying to read through my skin.“You should see a doctor.”“I’m fine.”“You almost collapsed.”“I said I’m fine.”My voice echoed sharper this time.Mostly because panic was climbing dangerously inside my chest now.Clinton stayed quiet for a second longer before finally speaking again.“You’re stressed.”You have no idea.I looked away quickly and rinsed my mouth at the sink instead.Because there was abso

Rachael’s POV“Hold still.”I did.Mostly because the woman fixing my makeup looked seconds away from losing her patience with me completely.“You keep moving your face.”“Sorry.”She sighed softly before continuing to blend powder carefully beneath my eyes.Apparently looking exhausted was unacceptable tonight.Everything had to look polished.Perfect.Convincing.I sat quietly in front of the vanity while soft music played somewhere in the background of the room.Behind me… staff moved in and out carrying dresses, heels and jewelry like this was some kind of performance production.Maybe it was.Because that was exactly what my life felt like lately.One endless performance.“Mrs Brooks will wear the diamond set,” someone announced nearby.Mrs Brooks.The title still didn’t feel real although a week had already gone by.Or maybe it felt too real.Either way… I hated it.I stared at my reflection quietly afterward.Carefully styled hair.Soft glam makeup.A champagne colored dress Cl

Rachael’s povBy the time I got back to the Brooks house…my head was pounding.Not the dramatic kind of pain movies romanticized.Just exhaustion.Pure emotional exhaustion sitting heavily behind my eyes while fear quietly ate through my chest.The entire drive home, Bella’s face kept replaying in my mind.The way she looked at the shoes.The bag.That tiny moment of hesitation before she smiled again like nothing happened.Maybe I was overthinking it.Maybe she genuinely didn’t suspect anything.But paranoia had already rooted itself too deeply inside me lately.Every glance felt dangerous now.Every question felt loaded.Every silence felt like the beginning of destruction.I tightened my fingers around the pharmacy bag resting beside me.Inside it…hidden beneath painkillers and random toiletries…was the pregnancy test.I still couldn’t believe I bought one.Even standing at the counter earlier had felt surreal.Like I was watching another woman ruin her own life in real time.Be