FORGIVE OR FURY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The world outside had changed in the months since Isabel’s release, but it felt like the same unrelenting storm to her. She’d been gone for so long, imprisoned by both the walls of the prison and the chains she had placed on her own heart. Now that she was free, the anger burned brighter than ever. Everything she’d once desired was within her reach Adrian, Elias, and the life she’d always envisioned. And now, she wasn’t just going to take it back. She was going to make it hers.Isabel didn’t waste any time. She moved with the kind of determination that came from years of pent-up frustration. Adrian wasn’t a man to be won easily. She knew him, better than anyone ever could. He wasn’t the same man he had been when they were together. The grief had worn him down, had shaped him into something different. She had to be careful she had to play her cards right.Isabel spent every moment plotting her next move, her every action carefully calculated. But it wasn’t enough. The anger gnawed at he

But as I stood there, wrapped in Ethan's arms, another thought lingered in the back of my mind. As much as I wanted to immerse myself in the joy of the moment, a heavy shadow was looming over me.Adrian.Adrian had been a ghost in the recesses of my mind, a haunting reminder of the past that I couldn’t escape. Even though I had no memory of our life together, I knew the pain of what had happened. The memories had been wiped away, replaced by the strange and empty feeling of amnesia, but the scars remained. The pieces of my former life were like shards of glass buried deep within me. I couldn’t run from it.And now, here I was, on the verge of my wedding to Ethan, and there was Adrian lurking in the background of my consciousness like an uninvited guest.Outside the boutique, the world was bustling with the energy of a city in the middle of a normal afternoon. But inside, it felt as if time had slowed, everything reduced to the quiet, intimate space where love and commitment danced on

 And in that moment, I realized that the man standing before me wasn’t the Adrian I had once loved. He was someone else a man who couldn’t let go. A man who wanted something from me that I couldn’t give him.“Don’t touch me,” I said firmly, stepping back once more. “Just leave.”The words came out sharper than I meant, but there was no other choice. He had to leave. I couldn’t let him stay here, haunting me, with all his unspoken promises and memories I couldn’t recall.For a long moment, Adrian stood still, his gaze never wavering from mine. Then, slowly, he turned and walked out of the boutique without a word.As the door clicked shut behind him, I sank back into the nearest chair, my body trembling with the weight of everything that had just happened. My heart ached, not for what we had, but for what we could never have again.I was about to marry Ethan. I was about to step i

Cecilia could feel the tension in the room. She glanced at Ethan, but he didn’t seem to move. He just stood there, staring at Adrian with a mixture of wariness and anger.“Cecilia,” Adrian said, his voice softer now, but no less determined. “Please. Just give me a chance to explain. To make you remember.”Cecilia felt a knot form in her throat. She didn’t want to remember. She didn’t want to go back to that life..the life she couldn’t even remember. The life that had left her broken.“I don’t remember you,” Cecilia said softly, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “I don’t know you. I’m sorry.”Adrian's presence in the room was a storm, fierce and unrelenting. His eyes, filled with raw desperation, fixed on Cecilia as if he believed that sheer will could bring her back to him. His grip on her hand tightened, sending a ripple of discomfort through her. For a moment, the world felt smaller, the air heavier, as if the past was closing in on her.“I won’t give up on you,” Adrian

Adrian Blackwood had not slept in three days.Not really.Sleep came in fragments twenty minutes here, forty there always broken by the same images: Cecilia’s face under the gala lights, soft and confused, saying “I do not even know you.” Hope’s small voice calling him “Daddy” before her mother pulled her away. Ethan Bright’s arm around them both, protective, possessive, claiming what Adrian had once believed was his.He sat in the driver’s seat of his black Range Rover, parked in the shadowed alley across from their Washington apartment building. The engine was off. The windows tinted. He hadn’t moved in hours.He watched.Every morning at 7:42, Ethan left first suit crisp, briefcase in hand, kissing Cecilia goodbye at the door with that quiet intensity that made Adrian’s stomach turn. At 8:15, Cecilia appeared with Hope—school drop-off routine. Hope in her little uniform, backpack bouncing, waving at the doorman. Cecilia always bent to kiss her daughter’s forehead, lingering just lo