OBSESSED WITH MY EX-WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

LYDIA'S POVI remember the morning I hired Nina like I remember most mornings from that season of my life.It was an early morning on Thursday, the city outside our bedroom window was still grey and the coffee hadn't finished brewing yet, David was still asleep, one arm thrown over his side of the bed, breathing like a man with nothing on his conscience.I stood in the kitchen in my work clothes, bag already on my shoulder, and wrote the note.“Nina arrives at 9. Spare key is in the drawer by the door. Alarm code is 4412. Cleaning products are under the sink. Wifi password on the fridge.”I read it back once, added the wifi password. Folded it and left it on the counter where he couldn't miss it.I had told David the night before that the agency was sending someone. I picked up my coffee, drank half of it standing at the counter, rinsed the cup and left.I didn't think about the house again until eleven when I texted David to ask if Nina had arrived.He read the message, didn't reply f

LYDIA’S POVI stopped cooking for two in the third month.Not a decision I had planned, I just came home one evening, stood in front of the refrigerator, and realized I had no interest in feeding a man who was feeding something else entirely behind my back. So I closed the refrigerator, ordered food for one, and ate it in the bedroom with the door shut.David didn't say anything about it, he wasn’t bothered.That told me everything.The house had changed in ways I couldn't understand. Nina arriving earlier than her schedule. David coming home for lunch on days he never used to. The way a room felt when I walked into it —Like two people had just stopped being close.I felt it every day.I said nothing in those days.I don't know what I was waiting for, proof maybe. I needed something substantial I could hol against them, but they kept making it worse.It was a Tuesday when I came home and found them on the couch.David's arm around her shoulder, Nina tucked against his side the way you

DAVID'S POVNina made pancakes on a Saturday morning.I remember sitting at the kitchen table watching her move around the kitchen and thinking — this is what I wanted, this is exactly what I chose.A woman who is active and intentional about my feelings. She was warm and present and real in a way that Lydia, with her late nights and her case files and her world that always seemed more important than the one we shared.I picked up my fork and ate and told myself “I am happy right?”. I muttered to myself.The pancakes were good.She moved in three weeks after Lydia left.Not at once. She was intentional about her moving in-- gradually, quietly, so smoothly that by the time I noticed it was already done. A bag here, a toiletry there, a set of hangers in the closet that weren't mine, her shoes by the front door, her products on the bathroom shelf.One morning I woke up and she was there, fully settled. Like the space had been waiting for her.I told myself it felt right, I don’t need

LYDIA'S POVHe came on a Thursday.Four in the morning, my body woke me up before my alarm did. I sat up in the dark and felt the pain move through me like a wave.I called Ethan.I don't know why I called Ethan. I had my mother's number right there, I had Sandra from work who had offered twice, but my fingers found Ethan's name and pressed call before I had finished deciding to do it.He picked up on the second ring."Lydia." He said with a low voice--drowsy."It's time," I said.He was silent for a moment."I'm on my way." He said, his voice sharp.He didn't ask if I was sure, didn't ask if I had called anyone else. “I'm on my way”. Like he had been waiting for that call and was already reaching for his keys.He was at my door in thirty minutes.The hospital was quiet, not empty, just operating at a different frequency. Ethan sat beside me through the intake process, answered questions I couldn't focus on, held the bag I had packed three weeks ago.When they took me through he staye

LYDIA'S POV"There is a contract on the table that will change everything for this firm."Patricia set a thick brown folder in the center of the board table and let it sit there. There was silence. Twelve people in that room and every single one of them looked at her, waiting for her next speech."Hartwell Development," she said. "Urban expansion project, with the biggest private development deal this city has seen in a decade. They came to us last week."Murmurs moved around the table.Patricia held up one hand."Before anyone gets excited there is a condition." She folded her hands. "The developer behind Hartwell runs on a specific value system. Family, stability, long term commitment. He will only partner with a firm whose lead team is represented by married senior partners. Both legal and development sides."There was silence for a moment."I am not here to debate his values," Patricia said. "I am here to land this contract. It is worth more to this firm than the last four project