Forbidden Love wtih my Ex-Husband's Billionaire Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

 ⋆｡°Giselle°｡⋆The man standing in my hallway was tall in a way that reorganized the space around him. Wide shoulders, close-cut hair, a jaw that looked like it had never done anything relaxed in its life.He stood straight without trying, hands loose at his sides, and looked at me with the kind of calm that usually only came from people who'd been trained to handle situations that weren't calm at all."Giselle Macmillan." His voice was even, professional. "I'm Aaron Cox. I'll be your driver and bodyguard today." He inhaled briefly, then: "It's important that you follow my instructions. All of them. Your safety depends on it."Any other morning, in any other version of my life, I might've pushed back on that. I had a whole personality. I didn't just follow instructions from strangers without at least asking a few questions first.But Ken's face flashed in my mind. The way he'd looked the last time I saw him, not the ma

⋆｡°Kennedy°｡⋆I thought I had this whole thing locked down tight. After I made sure no decent company in the city would touch Giselle with a ten-foot pole, I figured she'd come running back to me eventually, broke and sorry.But nah, not only did she stay gone, she hit me with divorce papers and dragged my ass to court like she actually had a chance.I wiped every trace of shit I needed to wipe. Easy work. I was sure the whole thing would get tossed out. So when I pulled up outside the courthouse that afternoon, I had my lines ready.I'd talk her down real smooth, get her into my car, and steer us back toward our home like nothing had changed. I'd play the concerned husband card, act all worried about her being out there alone in this crazy city.But she straight-up blindsided me.She didn't come out looking lost or desperate. Giselle stepped through those doors with her head high, wearing something simple but sharp that made her look like she belonged on Madison Avenue.And she wasn't

⋆｡°Giselle°｡⋆I studied Joseph’s face under the bright elevator lights and noticed the tired lines etched around his eyes. He looked worn out, like the day had drained every bit of energy from him.That reminded me of what he’d promised earlier — he was supposed to dig up real proof before we had dinner together. My chest felt tight with a weird mix of hope and nerves.“You look exhausted,” I said gently.Joseph glanced over my shoulder. I turned around and spotted a few staff members standing there, pretending they weren’t paying attention to us. I quickly stepped aside to give them room, my cheeks warming a little from the attention.“Come on,” Joseph replied, his voice casual and relaxed, not caring at all who could hear. “I’ll just knock out a few emails and then we can get out of here.”I followed him down the quiet hallway to his office. The New York skyline spar

⋆｡°Joseph°｡⋆I crashed hard the second I walked out of Giselle’s room last night and closed the door behind me.After all the digging, the late-night calls, the favors I pulled to lock down every piece of evidence that could move the divorce forward, my body finally tapped out.I barely remember kicking off my shoes before I face-planted into bed. Sleep hit me like a freight train.What I didn’t expect was waking up to my best friend Jeffrey already making himself at home in my room. He was kicked back in the leather armchair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, sipping coffee from my favorite mug while the morning news played low on the big screen.Sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on the steam rising from his cup and the endless Manhattan traffic crawling down below like always.Horns blared faintly, mixing with the smell of fresh brew and whatever expensive beans he’d helped himself to from my kitchen.“Would it kill you to give a guy a head

⋆｡°Giselle°｡⋆I was excited to finally meet one of Joseph’s friends who wasn’t some work buddy stuck in a suit all day. Ken had shut that door hard after college, keeping me away from his circle like I was a prize locked in a glass case.I didn’t mind it much back then because he felt like my whole universe, the center of everything in my life.But standing here now in the middle of our luxury penthouse, with the New York skyline sparkling through those massive floor-to-ceiling windows, I felt a real shift.The city lights danced across the river, cabs honking far below on the avenues, and this place felt alive in a way my old life never did.What really threw me was the look on Jeffrey’s face the second his eyes landed on Esther.His eyebrows flew up, mouth dropping open a fraction, like he’d spotted something completely out of place in our sleek living room.“You look like you know her,” I pointed out, watching as both guys stepped deeper into the open space. The penthouse had that