DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The heavy thud against the door echoed like a heartbeat in the suddenly silent room. Silas froze, his hand still gripping the bottle of vintage red, his eyes darting toward the door with a flicker of genuine terror. "I thought you said Charlie just left!" Silas whispered, his voice cracking with a fear he couldn't quite mask. "Who the f**k is that? If it's one of Sarah's auditors..." Lydia felt a spike of adrenaline, but she didn't let it show. She adjusted her hospital gown, smoothing the sheets over her flat stomach. "Don't worry, Dad," she hissed, her voice low and commanding. "I’ve got everything under my control. Just hide the wine. Now!" Beatrice and Silas scrambled like guilty teenagers, shoving the glasses and the bottle into the luxury gift bag and sliding it under the bed. Beatrice smoothed her hair, composed her face into a mask of maternal concern, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come in!" Lydia ordered, her voice shifting instantly back to the fragile, melodic tone of

The cold, clinical world of the hospital finally fell away as I stepped out into the crisp morning air. My knees felt like they were held together by glass shards and stubbornness, but I didn't care. The armored black SUV was already idling at the curb, its tinted windows hiding the only people who made this war worth fighting.The door flew open before the car even came to a complete stop."MOMMY!"A small, frantic blur of energy launched itself toward me. Leo didn't care about my expensive silk dress or the bodyguards standing at attention. He collided with my legs, his small arms wrapping around my waist with a strength that nearly knocked me over. I hissed as the impact jarred my bruised knees, but the pain was instantly washed away by the scent of his hair the familiar smell of vanilla and home.I sank down as far as my injuries would allow, pulling him into the crook of my neck. I pressed a long, lingering kiss to his forehead, closing my eyes and breathing him in. For a moment,

Dr. Vivian remained on the floor for a moment longer, her fingers trembling as she clutched the tablet that now held the digital blueprint of our greatest lie. She looked smaller now, the clinical authority she had walked in with stripped away by my father’s hands and my mother’s threats."Sign it," I repeated, my voice a low, rhythmic command. "Now."Vivian looked up at me, her eyes red rimmed and hollow. "I... I will sign it the moment your husband, Mr. Charlie, asks for it. I’ll make the document ready. I’ll ensure the portal reflects the six-week status and the discharge approval. Just... please, let me go. I need to check on my mother."I leaned in, my shadow falling over her like a shroud. I reached out and smoothed the collar of her lab coat, a gesture that was mockingly maternal. "You’ll sign it when he asks. Not a second later. And Vivian? Don’t even think about playing dirty games with me. If I see so much as a flicker of hesitation when Charlie looks into your eyes, I won’t

Charlie Vane strode through the hospital corridors, the soles of his Italian leather shoes striking the linoleum with the rhythm of a man who owned the world or was desperately trying to convince himself that he still did. His tie was loosened, his hair slightly disheveled. He had spent the last few hours in a fever dream of legal threats and corporate posturing, but all that mattered now was getting Lydia home.He found Dr. Vivian in the nurses' station, her back to him. She was hunched over a tablet, her shoulders tense."Doctor," Charlie barked, startling her.Vivian spun around, her face pale, a faint red mark still visible on the side of her neck where Silas’s fingers had dug into her skin. She looked at Charlie, and for a split second, her eyes darted to the heavy oak door of the VIP suite. She swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she handed him a digital stylus."Mr. Vane," she said, her voice sounding thin and practiced. "I’ve... I’ve finalized the discharge. Everything is re

The Gilded Scoop smelled like childhood dream waffle cones, toasted sugar, and that sharp, freezing scent of industrial refrigerators. After the suffocating, sterile walls of the hospital, the bright pops of pastel colors and the sticky floors felt like the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I slid into a corner booth, the vinyl seat squeaking under me, and for a moment, I just breathed.Leo was already a mess. He’d gone for something called a "Galaxy Swirl," a terrifying neon blue and purple concoction that was currently migrating from his spoon to his chin, his cheeks, and the sleeves of his favorite shirt. He didn't care. He was vibrating with the kind of pure, high-voltage joy that only a five-year-old with a sugar rush can achieve."Slow down, Spider-Man," Tyler laughed. It was a low, easy sound, the kind he only made when it was just us. He grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to scrub a blue smudge off Leo’s face. "The ice cream isn't going anywhere. It doesn't hav