Billionaire Husband Pretended To Be Poor, I Left のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

That night, Caspian was wasted. Isolde and the driver practically had to drag him back to his Manhattan penthouse.As for Julian, the so-called "little knight," the nanny had already whisked him away to the guest room.The moment he walked in, dizziness and the pounding headache from the alcohol hit his nerves. He collapsed onto the leather sofa, his tie choking him."Water..." He closed his eyes, instinctively croaking out my name. "Ivy, get me a glass of warm water with a slice of lemon."The air went dead silent for a few seconds.Then, instead of my soft response, Isolde's voice grated in his ears, laced with impatient complaining."Caspian, you're drunk. There are no lemons here. Besides, I've been tired all night. Can't you get it yourself?"Despite her words, Isolde reluctantly went to the kitchen. She filled a glass with ice water and slammed it down heavily on the expensive marble coffee table with a loud *clank*. Water splashed out, soaking the auction receipt he had messed u

"Mr. Thorne, the in-depth investigation report you commissioned is ready."The private detective looked grave as he placed a thick manila envelope on the marble desk in front of Caspian. "The truth... might be hard for you to accept."Caspian stubbed out his cigar, his long fingers tightening slightly. For days, images of Isolde abusing Julian had haunted him like a nightmare, making him desperate to tear away every layer of that woman's disguise.He opened the envelope and pulled out the documents. The moment his eyes scanned the first line, his pupils contracted violently.[Medical Assessment Report on Julian Vane's Congenital Heart Disease and Leukemia: Forged]The words were stark, shocking."This is impossible..." Caspian muttered, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. "Isolde showed me all the diagnoses. Julian even fainted right in front of me...""That was all acting, or induced by drugs," the detective said coldly, shattering his illusions. "We found records of Isolde bribi

While I was making vows to spend the rest of my life with Valerius in the warm Aegean breeze, across the ocean in New York, an absurd drama of a wealthy family's collapse was unfolding at Thorne Manor.Even separated by half the globe, it was as if I were watching the chaotic aftermath from a god's-eye view.For this so-called "major announcement," Caspian had practically emptied the flower markets of white roses, decorating the entire manor to resemble a medieval Versailles.The New York elite turned out in full force. Everyone assumed this was the grand ceremony where the young head of the Thorne family would propose to his beloved Isolde.Caspian stood on the second-floor terrace, the cigar between his fingers flickering. He looked down expressionlessly at the hypocritical smiles below, his gaze as dark and sinister as if he were looking at a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.Isolde, holding Julian's hand and surrounded by her plastic friends, made a high-profile entrance

When Caspian’s private jet touched down at Tromsø Airport in Norway, the Arctic Circle was in the grip of the polar night.This wasn’t Santorini.At the very last second before takeoff, his assistant had tracked down Valerius’s latest itinerary—he had whisked Alaric and me away to chase the Northern Lights.The wind howled, whipping the snow into a blinding frenzy.Caspian pulled his expensive coat tighter, but it was useless against the cold biting into his bones. Following the coordinates provided by the detective, he trudged through the deep snow, stumbling until he stopped in front of a glass-domed igloo halfway up the mountain.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warm yellow light spilled out like the glow of a match in a fairy tale, stinging his eyes.Inside, the fireplace was roaring.I was wrapped in a thick white cashmere sweater, nestled comfortably in Valerius’s arms. We were holding mugs of hot cocoa, pointing up at the magnificent green ribbons of the aurora dancing acro

The Arctic wind was like invisible blades, slicing frantically through every inch of exposed skin.On the terrace, Caspian looked like a desperate beggar. His trembling hands pulled the rusty tin box from his coat, smelling of damp earth.He opened the lid in a panic and dumped the contents onto the snow-covered table like he was offering up treasures.A yellowed ultrasound scan, a letter with blurred ink, and a bracelet woven from cheap red string."Ivy, look! Do you remember this?"Caspian's voice cracked from the cold and emotion. He picked up the ultrasound, his fingers shaking. "This was the first time Alaric appeared in our lives. You were so happy that day. You said we'd be together forever, giving the child the best home...""And this bracelet. You stayed up all night weaving it while you were pregnant just to save money for me. I kept it all this time, really, I kept it!"He was desperate to wake up my memories, trying to use this meager warmth to melt the massive iceberg stan