Married by Fate, Broken by Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Dylan's POVBy the time I stepped away from her, it wasn’t because I wanted to. It was because we had to.Not in the dramatic sense, not because something interrupted us, but because there was a limit to how long we could stand in the middle of the kitchen pretending the rest of the house didn’t exist.Her hand remained lightly against my chest for a moment longer even after the kiss broke, her fingers still curled into my shirt like she hadn’t fully decided to let go yet. I watched her closely, taking in the way her breathing hadn’t settled, the way her eyes stayed on mine, as if she was still weighing something she had already chosen.“You’re not making this easier,” she said quietly, though there was no real resistance left in her voice. It sounded more like acknowledgment than complaint, like she had accepted what this was becoming even if she hadn’t said it directly.“I’m not trying to,” I replied, my hand still resting at her waist, not moving away until she did. She didn’t step

Dylan's POVI didn’t expect her to stay.Not after everything that had just happened, not after the way she had always drawn a line even when she crossed it. There was always a step back with her, always that moment where she pulled herself together and reminded both of us that this wasn’t supposed to mean anything beyond what we agreed on.But she didn’t move.She stayed exactly where she was, her hands still resting against me, her body close enough that I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing slowly begin to calm. It wasn’t rushed anymore, not uneven, just settling into something quieter, something more grounded. I didn’t say anything at first, because I knew if I did, it might push her into thinking again, and thinking was the one thing that had always made her step away.So, I let the silence sit.Just there, holding everything we hadn’t said out loud.“You’re quiet,” she said after a while, her voice softer now, almost thoughtful. She didn’t move away when she spoke, did

Dylan's POVThe house felt different that morning, and it was not because anything had physically changed. It was because of the quiet shift in how everything felt, like something invisible had settled into place without asking for permission. I noticed it in the way Aliya moved around the kitchen, more relaxed than before, like she had stopped being a guest and started belonging here. Leo was talking endlessly as usual, his energy filling the space while she responded with patience that seemed effortless. I leaned against the counter, watching them both in a way I didn’t bother hiding anymore. It was not just observation anymore, it was something closer to attachment, and I was not denying it.“You’re staring again,” she said without looking at me, her voice carrying a calm familiarity that hadn’t been there before. She continued stirring what she was making, her movements steady and unhurried like she had done this a hundred times already. I didn’t respond immediately, because ther

Dylan's POVThe house was quiet again, but it wasn’t the same kind of silence I was used to before she came into my life. It felt lived in now, like every space had been touched by something warmer, something that refused to leave even when everything settled for the night. I stood by the window in my room for a while, staring out at nothing in particular, but my thoughts weren’t outside. They were on her, on the way she had looked at me earlier, on the way she had said she wasn’t trying to stop this anymore. That kind of honesty wasn’t something I took lightly, especially not from someone like Aliya. And now that I had it, I wasn’t letting it go.A soft knock came at the door, but it didn’t sound uncertain or hesitant like before. It was steady, almost like she already knew I would open it without question. I didn’t rush to it, but I didn’t delay either, walking over and pulling it open to find her standing there. She wasn’t dressed for bed yet, but she looked like she had been thi

Dylan's POVI noticed her before Aliya said anything.It wasn’t obvious at first, not in a way that would immediately draw attention, but there was something about the way she stood that made her hard to ignore. She wasn’t blending in with the other parents, wasn’t engaged in casual conversations or distracted by the usual morning routine. Her focus was fixed, deliberate, like she had already found what she came for and was simply observing it.I followed the direction of her gaze without turning my head too quickly, and when I did, I understood immediately. She was watching us.“Stay here,” I said quietly to Aliya, my tone calm but firm enough that she didn’t argue immediately. Leo had already run ahead toward his classmates, unaware of anything beyond his usual excitement, and for a moment, I considered letting it go. But something about the woman’s presence didn’t sit right, and ignoring it didn’t feel like an option. I stepped forward slowly, not rushing, not drawing unnecessary