Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

ELARA“El, are you ready? We are five minutes out…”I looked across the room at Julian, who was sitting on one of the plush velvet couches in the most private holding room of our family’s corporate headquarters, and gave a firm nod. “I am.”Down the corridor, inside the massive, hall-like auditorium, the media was already gathered. Projectors were mounted, audio levels were being tested, and everything was perfectly in place for the systematic, entire dismantling of Shawn and his family. Miranda would be ruined alongside them, of course, and her family would inevitably suffer the fallout—especially her father’s upcoming senatorial campaign. Semantics. A necessary evil. Next time, the senator would think twice about training his daughter up the right way, or at least learn to put a leash on her when he sees she isn't following that right path.“Sure? Nervous?” Julian pushed, his brow furrowing with genuine anxiety.The question made Mason roll his eyes hard from the adjacent armcha

ELARAThe leaked photographs instantly flashed across the screens, though I had taken the liberty of blurring them extensively for viewers' discretion."To answer your question directly: no, that woman is not me," I stated, using the digital mouse pointer on the lectern laptop to highlight specific sections of the first image. "What you are looking at is a highly sophisticated, yet inherently flawed AI-generated fabrication. Look closely at the rendering here along the jawline. The pixel density doesn't match the ambient lighting of the background. Furthermore, if you look at the left hand resting on the fabric, the algorithmic synthesis failed to properly render the cuticle lines, a classic limitation of deep-faking models. To remove all shred of doubt..."I clicked the remote again, bringing up a live network diagnostic tool on the screen. "I have just run the raw source files through our proprietary advanced AI-detection algorithm."The system scanned the files in real-time, a blu

SHAWNOh my God. She has finally done it. Elara has finally ended me.My hands shook violently, the plastic of the laptop chassis groaning under my frantic, trembling grip as I stared at the glowing screen. The live broadcast had cut through me like cold steel. My breathing turned into shallow, ragged hitching, the skin on my face tightening as the blood completely drained from it. A sickening, icy sweat broke out across my collarbone.This was it. The dark, suffocating weight that had clawed at my chest, courtesy of the bad dream that had haunted my sleep. So, it hadn’t been a random nightmare, but a premonition? Yet was there a way I could have prevented this outcome?I cussed beneath my breath. What was the need of thinking of it now? The bad omen had finally materialized, and it was a nuclear strike delivered by the very woman I had once thought I controlled.Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, blurring the high-definition image of Elara's beautifully stoic face. The sheer,

MIRANDA“You stupid girl!” my father shouted at me, pointing a trembling hand directly at my face, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his mouth literally frothing at the corners as his entire body vibrated with a terrifying anger. “Have you seen what you and that useless boy have caused?! Do you have any single shred of a cognitive brain cell left in that skull of yours?! Do you know how this will affect my campaign?! What sort of degenerate, low-life daughter did I raise?!”My mother immediately reached out to him, her fingers wrapping around his arms, trying desperately to calm him down, her voice a low murmur as she tried to soothe him just like she always did when his blood pressure spiked. But this time, he shrugged her away, his chest heaving. He strode right back over to where I was cowering, and delivered a third, ringing slap across my already stinging cheek.Unlike the first and second slaps that had me screaming like a banshee—the first because I hadn’t expected the brutal impa

SHAWNWas this truly happening?I sat frozen, as I half-listened to Tekan speak—or rather, destroy what remained of the company, tearing apart whatever lingering faith the board had in our name. His voice was a grating, confident drone as he tried to convince the other shareholders to sell out. He was aggressively pushing for the company, my company, to be sold off entirely, claiming there was already an interested buyer waiting in the wings.An interested buyer. Why the hell was I just hearing about this now? And how could Tekan possess the sheer audacity to suggest such a radical liquidation right in front of my grandfather?My old man hadn’t spoken a single syllable since the emergency meeting started. He hadn’t looked at me once either—not since I had stepped into the company this morning. If I were to be completely honest with myself, none of the staff had even met my gaze today. From the low-level interns to the senior managers, their greetings had been nothing more than hur