The CEO’s Contract Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

ETHAN’S POVBrahms was sitting up in bed when I entered his room.It had been five days since the transplant. Five days of watching monitors. Waiting for signs of rejection. Watching for anything that could go wrong.And now he was awake. Fully awake.I paused just inside the doorway, one hand resting briefly against the frame. Not for effect. For balance.“Bonjour,” he said when he saw me.His voice was small. “Bonjour,” I replied.He studied my face with quiet focus. Looking for confirmation.“Tu parles français?” he asked.You speak French?I shook my head, indicating I didn't understand what he said. “I don’t speak French,” I said.He blinked. Then nodded quickly.“Oh. Sorry.” He switched without hesitation. “Hello.”“Hello,” I replied.I gave myself a second before crossing the room, then moved toward the chair beside his bed and lowered into it carefully.Sitting was easier. Not painless. Just manageable.Isabella had explained everything to him yesterday. Who I was. Why I was

ETHAN’s POVI believe that you think you did. I hadn't planned to say the next part.“There's something else I need to tell you," I said."Another apology?""No. A truth. One I haven't told anyone.""What truth?"I stared at my hands for a moment.Not to avoid her.To steady myself.“I don’t remember that night either,” I said. “Not clearly. Not the way I should.”She went still.Completely.“What do you mean?”“I remember the event. The gala. Conversations. Faces.” I paused briefly, keeping my breathing even. “Then I remember a drink. Something about it felt… off.”Fragments came easier than full sentences.“After that, it’s not linear. It doesn’t connect properly. Pieces without order.”I swallowed.“I woke up the same way you did. In that room. Disoriented. Missing time I couldn’t account for. Then I saw you sleeping next to me.”I watched her absorb that.The way her shoulders changed position.The small shift in her jaw.She was recalculating.Everything.Her voice was quieter

ETHAN'S POVI caught her before she hit the floor.My body reacted before I thought. It was fast, but not clean. The movement pulled sharply through my back and shoulders, a reminder that I was still recovering, still not fully steady on my feet.I adjusted my grip as I lowered her with me.Careful. Controlled.We ended up on the floor against the corridor wall.My back hit first. I felt it immediately. A dull, spreading pain that I ignored because there was no time for it.She didn’t resist.That told me everything.Her strength had already run out.She was shaking. Not subtle. Not contained. Her whole body trembled against mine like she couldn’t regulate it anymore.And then she broke.She cried like someone who had crossed a line she could not come back from.It wasn’t controlled. It wasn’t the kind of crying people try to hide.It was loud. Unfiltered. Raw.The kind that comes when there is nothing left to hold on to.I kept my arms around her.Not tight enough to restrain her.Ju

ISABELLA’S POV "We should get a room," Ethan said.I looked up from the hospital chair. "What?""There's A hotel Across the street. You haven't slept in a real bed in days. Neither have I.""I can't leave the hospital. What if something happens?""The nurses have our numbers. The hotel is a three-minute walk. We can be back in five minutes if they need us."I wanted to argue. But I was exhausted. "Okay," I said. "Just somewhere to shower and sleep for a few hours."Ethan pulled out his phone. Made a call. "Done," he said. "They're holding a room for us."We told the nurses where we'd be. Left numbers. Confirmed they'd call if anything changed with Brahms.Then we walked across the street.The hotel was small. Clean. The kind of place business travelers used when they needed to be near the hospital.Ethan checked us in. The clerk handed him one key card."Just one room available," Ethan explained. "Everything else is booked. Medical conference in the city."I didn't argue. Didn't ha

ISABELLA’S POV I wake before Ethan. The room is grey with early morning light.My body feels different. Sore in small ways that remind me of what we did. Of the choices I made.I don't let myself linger on the memories. Don't let myself replay the moments. That way lies a complication I can't afford.He's still asleep in his bed. Face relaxed. Peaceful.I watched him for a moment. Let myself have that.He looks younger when he sleeps. Less guarded. The tension he usually carries in his jaw is gone. His hair is messy. One arm is thrown over his head.For a second, I let myself imagine what it would be like if things were different. If we were different. If the past six years hadn't happened the way they did.Then I stopped. Because that's not reality. And I've built my life on dealing with what is, not what could have been.Then I get up. Shower. Dress. Make coffee from the machine in the room.The shower is quick. Efficient. I scrub away the evidence of last night. The scent of him o