His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

QUINNMy last words settled slowly and quietly like dust.It sounded unbelievable, even to myself.I clutched the files once more, feeling them to confirm their authenticity.This time, I didn’t want it to be like the other truth that crawled at the edges of my thought while I slowly ran from it.When I glanced at the file again, the truth was still there. It didn’t disappear. The words, signatures, and dates glared back at me without mercy.“The child does not belong to Jasper…” I whispered again, pinching myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.Such a lie lived comfortably in a house built on power and reputation.I didn’t spiral, demand answers, or tear the room apart to release the pressure building in my chest.No.Instead, my breathing steadied. A sign that something was wrong. Slowly and gently, I placed the file back on the table.“This is deep,” I said, my voice was now different from what it sounded like minutes ago.Joe didn’t respond.I continued, my eyes still on the documen

QUINN“Turn around.”Joe didn’t answer immediately.The car slowed, tires pressing against the asphalt.“But we are almost there,” Joe said, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road.“I know.”My voice came out calm. I considered it too calm for someone who had just found out a lie big enough to destroy a family.“Then why?” Joe asked.“Because walking in there now would be a mistake.”The certainty behind the words stopped him. The car rolled forward a few more seconds before he finally turned the wheel, making a smooth U-turn.I knew he might have been offended. But it was good that he didn’t argue or resist.The Finn estate was not going anywhere. We could always visit. But whatever Seraphina was hiding? It was delicate.She could make it disappear at any moment she felt threatened. And I was not ready to give her that advantage anymore.So, instead of moving fast, we move right. Because one wrong move and everything disappears.As we turned back, silence filled

QUINN“You’re not carrying Jasper’s child…are you?”The words landed like a slap, and silence swallowed the room.Seraphina’s expression didn’t flinch. There was no iota of shock or confusion. And that alone showed something.“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she finally said as she sipped from her glass.For a moment, I admired her confidence and composure even when the truth settled heavily between us.Yet, watching her, something gave her away; the way her fingers tightened around the glass before she released it.“You can't come in here and insult me,” she continued, letting and incredulous laugh. “Quinn, have you lost your mind?”I didn’t respond or interrupt. I just let her speak. Because the more she did, the more she told me. Fear always spoke well.“You’ve always been dramatic,” she continued, “but this?” She shook her head slightly, “This is embarrassing, even for you. You are afraid my child will be the heir and not yours?”She delivered the words without hesitatio

QUINN“We are leaving. To the car, please!”Joe said as he held my hands, not waiting even once for a reply from me.The car drove into a quieter part of the city before slowing in front of a building tucked far enough from the main road to avoid attention. Or so we hoped.I swallowed around the ache in my throat. “How long will I keep running?” I asked.Because I was getting tired.“It’s safe here.”I had heard that before.“No, it is not,” my voice cracked. “The motel was situated in a location as hidden as this, but they still managed to find me. Including those two.”Morrison and Jasper.Safety was becoming a lie people told me before something terrible happened.Joe exhaled sharply. “Well, let’s hope they do not find us here.”I stared out at the window without seeing anything. Hope? Was it enough? Hope was slowly becoming an illusion. A dangerous one. Because each time I thought it could save me, it didn’t. We stepped out of the car.“A car was following us when we left the res

QUINNFor the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without fear tearing through my chest.I brushed my hair away carefully as I slowly opened my eyes to soft gray light filtering through the curtains.For a few seconds, I stayed beneath the blanket, listening.There were no footsteps, shouting, or tension curling around the walls, just safe silence. I swallowed and pushed myself upright.The apartment remained quiet as I stepped out of the room carefully. The scent of coffee lingered faintly in the air.Then I saw Joe, asleep on the couch. One arm rested across his stomach while the other still loosely held a pistol he refused to put away. His head leaned back slightly; exhaustion had finally caught up.I melted under his thoughtfulness. He stayed awake protecting me. And somehow, that affected me more than the dramatic declarations people had thrown around me recently. They only talked of safety but never really guaranteed it.Morrison fought to protect me. Jasper searched