Betrayed by love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Isabella's Pov Halfway across the floor, spoon gripped too tight, sauce nearly climbing the rim of the pot. That moment flashes back - Victor standing there, part of my notebook in his fingers, right after I woke up. A knot forms deep inside, pressing hard, refusing to let go. Eyes forward, face calm, like nothing happened, though everything shifted.A slow breath pushed through me as I placed the spatula on the counter. Silence answered when I said, “It’s fine,” into the stillness, though really I meant it for my own ears. The baby stirred below while fear coiled tight above, twisting together without warning. He would never notice the tremble behind my voice, not today, not any day after.A whisper of sound carried Victor's words into the space where she stood. His question drifted out, gentle, from beyond the doorway. “Was everything okay”. he wanted to know . The air held it lightly, like a note half-sungFacing him now, I kept my face blank, quiet on the outside. Steadier came

Victor's Pov The glow from the streetlamps stretched thin lines over the wooden floor, silent and slow. Inside, thoughts raced without sound, crowded with her name. Isabella appeared again, uninvited, each detail sharp. That moment came back - not gentle, but full-force. Lips meeting under unsure hands, time pausing. Fire rose then, now only ash remains.That look she gave me stayed with me - unsure, torn, but leaning in anyway. Her mouth quivered just a moment before touching mine. Fingers twisted into my shirt like they had nowhere else to go. What I felt then hasn’t faded; it lives on, clear and heavy. Each recall brings back both wanting and regret, tangled, refusing to untie.Fault filled me, since giving space felt wrong. Craving stayed, even after every attempt to bury it. Not some quick spark - this ran heavy, sharper than we imagined.Out of nowhere, a noise pulled me back - front door swinging wide. Shaking my head didn’t help. In came Isabella, face drained, each step carefu

Eleanor's Pov Home again, the envelope landed on the countertop, fingers unsteady while eyes stayed fixed. That clean script - hers - squeezed something inside my ribs. She’d tucked away little truths before, quick fibs that vanished fast, yet this sat different somehow. Air filled my lungs slowly, resolved building quiet-like, then one hand edged open the seal with care.A piece of paper lay inside, neatly creased. Slowly opening it, my gaze moved across the lines.It started with Mom. That one word pulled me right in. I can’t find a way to tell you this… fear sits heavy. Everything feels tangled. For now, secrets stay locked away. If Victor learns, who knows his reaction. Maybe... maybe I'm going to have a baby. It's hard to say how that changes things for me or others. At just twenty-eight, she had only recently stepped away from marriage, navigating mess after messy change, then came this news. Thoughts tumbled without pause as her statement settled deep.I read further.“Strength

Isabella's Pov Cramped. That’s how the room seemed now, walls inching closer, as if sharing a silent plan. On the couch’s edge, I held the phone - shaky fingers, cold screen - the newest message burning into my eyes. Just two lines. Plain. Sharp. “Secrets don’t stay hidden forever. Soon, everyone sees.”A tight knot formed in my gut, queasy and sharp like before. Pressing down with my palm didn’t help ease the rising discomfort tied to each new warning note. Heart hammering - maybe from dread, maybe from movement inside, hard to say. The two feelings blurred together without clear edges.Morning dragged on while I shifted things between shelves, anything to keep thoughts away. Yet each sound beyond the door snapped my attention - sharp, sudden. Downstairs, a car door cracked shut; instantly, I pressed against the couch, stiff, like shadows could reach through windows. This place used to mean safety. Now corners close in, slow and heavy, carrying hushed warnings under their breath.He st

Margaret's Pov Back in the chair, fingers curled around a glass of red wine, city light bleeding softly past the window pane. Things were clicking together just right, so I let stillness settle in - something I almost never do. Isabella believed her secret stayed buried, imagined fear and quiet would twist others like strings on a puppet. What a joke that turned out to be.A small crowd gathered under pastel banners. There stood Eleanor, smiling wide, caught up in the moment without a clue beneath it all. Victor lingered nearby, steady on his feet but blind to what he shielded. Adrian adjusted his cufflinks, dignity written into every gesture - one I meant to unravel. At the center, Isabella breathed too fast, her fingers trembling while her face stayed still. The air hummed with something sharp, just below speech.Wine warmed the glass as I waited, breath held without meaning to. Not yet - that part needed silence first. The right second would come when Victor stepped too close to c