FORGIVE OR FURY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Adrian’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling in sharp, frantic gasps. He stopped pacing and gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. His hands were shaking as if they had a mind of their own, trembling with a mix of rage, despair, and an overwhelming need to fix everything that had slipped through his fingers. His phone felt heavy in his palm as he scrolled through his contacts.There it was.Dr. Marcus Hale.The psychiatrist Adrian had consulted years ago when grief had nearly consumed him after the crash. The man who had helped him navigate the dark, twisted corridors of his pain. The man who had been a silent witness to his agony.Adrian didn’t have the luxury of second thoughts. Without hesitation, he pressed the call button.It rang twice before the familiar, measured voice on the other end answered.“Adrian,” Marcus said, his tone calm and knowing. “It’s late. Everything all right?”Adrian’s laugh was hollow and bitter, almost broken. “No, Marcus.

Adrian’s eyes flickered with a mixture of disbelief and simmering rage. He took a step closer to Isabel, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. The air between them was thick with tension, the unspoken words hanging like daggers in the space that separated them. His voice, when he spoke, was low, a controlled fury lacing every syllable.“You really think that?” Adrian’s gaze locked onto Isabel, his stare like ice. “You really think that after everything, I could just go back to you? After all the lies, the manipulation? After what you did to me, to us? You don’t get to rewrite history, Isabel. You don’t get to make me believe that the past somehow erases the truth of who we are now.”He took another step forward, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. “I don’t need you to remind me of what I once felt. You were never the one who made me, Isabel. You were the one who broke me.”Isabel’s lips trembled slightly, but she refused to back down, her eyes flaring with a m

The Washington apartment was a sanctuary of warmth that morning, sunlight streaming through the tall windows like a gentle promise of new beginnings. The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and toasted bread, the soft clatter of plates mingling with Hope's giggles as she colored at the table, her small hands clutching crayons with fierce concentration. I stood by the stove, flipping pancakes, but my mind was elsewhere..drifting to the day ahead, to the school tour for Hope. Kindergarten. My little girl was growing up, and the thought filled me with a bittersweet ache.Ethan entered the kitchen, his tie loose around his neck, hair still damp from the shower. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder, his breath warm against my ear."Morning, my love," he murmured, his voice low and full of that obsessive tenderness that always made my heart flutter. His hands splayed across my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn't bear even a moment's distance.I leane

Cecilia’s breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest as if it wanted to break free from her body. The air felt thick with the aftermath of Isabel’s words, and Cecilia was left in a fog of confusion, unable to grasp any clarity.Adrian. Elias. Isabel. What is she talking about?The more she tried to process it, the more it slipped away. The memories, the names they were there, just out of reach, like ghosts she couldn’t pin down. Adrian. Elias. They felt so real, but were they? Had they really been part of her life?Her mind screamed for answers, but they eluded her, slipping through her fingers like water.With every passing moment, Isabel’s words rang in her ears. You’ll regret it.Cecilia pressed her hands to her temples, trying to steady herself, trying to silence the storm in her head. The sense of loss was overwhelming, the feeling that something crucial had been ripped from her mind leavi

Isabel sat in the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. The air around her was thick with the tension she couldn’t shake, her thoughts spiraling into a dark abyss. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Cecilia’s face..smiling, oblivious to the storm she had caused. How dare she forget? Isabel’s fists clenched at the thought. How could Cecilia just move on as if nothing had ever happened? As if Isabel hadn’t been the one left behind, punished for years in prison while Cecilia walked free, living a life Isabel could never have.She didn’t even care that she was outside the school, waiting for Elias. Her mind was too consumed with what Cecilia had taken from her..her life, her son, and now, her memory. The woman was still alive, still breathing, still out there somewhere, and Isabel couldn’t forget how she had been abandoned, how everything had been stolen from her.The sound of the car door opening broke Isabel’s thoughts. She looked up sharply