One Night with My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 96

The email arrives two days before the trial.Subject line: **From Ethan. Please read.**I stare at it for five minutes before opening.**Ariana,****I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from. I know I have no right to reach out. But I’m doing it anyway because I need you to know something.****I got the job. In Boston. Marcus’s friend hired me. I start next week. Fresh start. New city. Actual chance at redemption.****I’m also six weeks sober. Going to meetings. Seeing my therapist twice a week. Actually doing the work. Not just talking about it.****I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I wanted you to know that watching you survive everything, watching you build a life with Lucian, watching you refuse to let my betrayal or Vaughn’s attacks or any of it destroy you, it inspired me.****You could have stayed broken. Could have let Ethan-the-cheater define you. Could have hidden. But you didn’t. You fought. You won. You built something beautiful.****I wan

The trial starts with unexpected news.Richard Vaughn’s lawyer requests a meeting. Before opening statements. Urgent.“He wants to negotiate,” the prosecutor Rebecca Chen says. “Last-minute plea deal.”“After everything? After all his posturing?” Lucian’s voice is hard. “What’s he offering?”“Full confession. Guilty plea to all charges. Cooperation in recovering stolen funds. In exchange for twenty-five years instead of life.”“That’s generous for someone facing life in prison.”“He knows he’s going to lose. Jury’s already against him. Evidence is overwhelming. He’s trying to minimize damage.”“What do you think?” I ask Rebecca.“I think he’s scared. I think he realizes Patterson’s testimony, the Ponzi scheme evidence, everything Julian found, it’s airtight. He can’t win. So he’s trying to control his sentencing.”“Do we have to agree?”“No. But the judge might accept it anyway. Guilty plea saves time. Saves taxpayer money. Gets funds back to victims faster.”Lucian stands. Paces. “I

The morning after my confession, Lucian wakes me with breakfast in bed.Pancakes. Fruit. Decaf coffee. Everything’s perfect.“What’s this for?”“Sit. Eat. Then I need to tell you something.”I eat. He watches. Nervous. Which makes me nervous.“Okay. I’m sitting. I’m eating. What’s going on?”He takes my hand. “Last night, you told me you almost gave up. Almost quit. Almost disappeared. And I’ve been thinking about that all night.”“Lucian—”“Let me finish. Please.” He takes a breath. “I need you to know something. I need you to hear this. Really hear it.”“Okay.”“I will never let you feel that way again. Never let you feel like giving up is the answer. Like running is the solution. Like you’re not enough.” His voice is intense. Certain. “You are enough. You’ve always been enough. And I will spend every day for the rest of my life making sure you know that. Feel that. Believe that.”I’m crying. Already crying.“That night at the bar, I didn’t know I was saving you. I was just, drawn t