Married by Fate, Broken by Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Aliya's POVThe paper didn’t feel heavy in my hand, but everything written on it did. I had read it more than once, not because I didn’t understand what it meant, but because I needed to be certain that I wasn’t reacting to something I misunderstood. The dates were clear, the details aligned very perfectly, and no matter how much I wanted to question it, there was nothing there that gave me room to dismiss it entirely. I lowered the paper slowly, my fingers tightening slightly around it before I forced myself to relax. It wasn’t the kind of situation that allowed panic, not with Leo in the house and not with everything we had built over the past weeks. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t affected.I didn’t look at Dylan immediately.That was intentional, because I needed a second to understand what I was feeling before I let him see it, and right now, everything inside me felt too mixed to explain clearly. It wasn’t just shock, and it wasn’t just doubt either. It was something deeper, some

Aliya's POVI didn’t say much on the way back, and this time, it wasn’t just because I was thinking too much. It was because I didn’t trust my voice to come out the way I wanted it to. The image of the little boy stayed in my mind no matter how much I tried to focus on something else, his quiet expression, the way he looked at Dylan without hesitation, like there was nothing complicated about the moment for him.It should have made things easier, the simplicity of it, but it didn’t. If anything, it made everything feel heavier, because the situation wasn’t simple for us, not in the way it was for him.Dylan didn’t try to fill the silence, and I noticed that.Normally, he would have said something, anything to break the distance before it grew too obvious, but now, he let it stay. I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t know what to say or because he understood that forcing a conversation wouldn’t help. Either way, the quiet between us felt different from before, less comfortable, mo

Aliya's POVLeo fell asleep between us, his breathing evening out slowly, his small hand still loosely wrapped around Dylan’s fingers like he needed that reassurance even in his dreams. I didn’t move immediately, not because I couldn’t, but because something about the moment felt too fragile to interrupt. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft rhythm of Leo’s breathing and the faint sound of the night outside. For a brief second, it almost felt like everything was normal again, like nothing had changed, like there wasn’t a storm waiting just outside this small pocket of calm. But I knew better, and I knew Dylan did too.Carefully, I eased Leo’s hand away, adjusting the blanket before standing up slowly. Dylan followed after a moment, his movements just as quiet, both of us stepping out of the room without saying anything. I closed the door gently behind us, making sure it didn’t make a sound, and for a second, we just stood there in the hallway, facing nothing in particular but

Dylan's POVI knew things were going to get complicated after Lydia showed up, but I didn’t expect it to escalate this quickly. The tension she left behind hadn’t settled, it lingered in the house like something waiting to unfold, something neither Aliya nor I had fully addressed yet. I could see it in the way she moved, in the way she kept herself composed but distant, like she was holding everything in place by sheer control. I wanted to fix it, or at least try to close the gap that had formed between us, but timing had never been more against us than it was now.The sound of my phone ringing cut through the quiet of my office, sharp and insistent in a way that immediately pulled my attention. I glanced at the screen, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, but the moment I saw the name, my expression hardened slightly.RichardFor a second, I considered ignoring it. Not because I couldn’t handle the conversation, but because I already knew it wasn’t going to be simple. Richard

Dylan's POV The night should have ended quietly, but it didn’t. I stayed in the hallway long after Aliya walked past me, my mind still fixed on everything Richard had said. None of it sounded like empty talk, and that was what made it worse. If he had been bluffing, I could have dismissed it and moved on, but there was too much confidence in the way he spoke, too much certainty in the way he looked at us. I had dealt with men like him before, men who only spoke when they had something to stand on, and Richard was not careless with his words. That meant whatever he was hiding was real, and whatever he was planning was already in motion.I walked into my study and shut the door behind me, needing space to think without interruption.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow from the desk lamp, but it was enough. I moved around slowly, loosening my tie and dropping it on the chair before running a hand through my hair. My thoughts kept circling back to one thing, that night, the one b