My Ex husband wants me back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 12: Ryan’s gaze never wavered. It locked onto Sandra as she crawled across the floor like a cripple, each movement scraping against the marble until her knees stung. He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. The room felt like it had been carved out of ice, and his stare was the only thing keeping it from shattering.Say it!His voice exploded through the silence, raw and roaring. It wasn’t a request. It was a command dragged out of him by fury and something uglier fear. Fear of what she might say. Fear of what it would mean if it was true.Son, don’t bother yourself, okay? I’ll handle the matter.Mrs. Clara’s voice cut in, sharp and smooth like a blade. She set her unfinished cup of coffee down with a clatter that made Sandra flinch. Hey, over to you, Mrs. Clara snapped, striding forward. Her heels stopped inches from Sandra’s trembling hands. Thank goodness I wasn’t around yesterday. Her fingers shot out, gripping Sandra’s jaw with bruising force, tilting her face up. Spit

The word baby stuck to Ryan’s chest like a burr under skin.For a moment, he didn’t say a word. The room seemed to shrink, the air thinning until every breath felt like pulling glass through his lungs. Minutes passed with silence hanging heavy between them, thick and accusing. Sandra didn’t look away. She sat there, hands folded in her lap, gaze locked on him like she was memorizing the shape of his silence in case it was the last thing she ever saw.Finally, he cleared his throat. It sounded rough, foreign, even to him. Even if we did, he said, low and careful, I won’t let go of the baby.Sandra’s heart paused. Not stopped paused. Like time itself had flinched. A cold prickle tickled up her hands. She dropped her eyes to her lap, fingers pressing into her thighs hard enough to leave crescents. Ryan, she called softly. Her voice was careful, as if saying his name too loud might shatter whatever fragile thing was holding them both upright.He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His jaw

Chapter 16Sandra’s heart dropped, but she didn’t panic. Panic was a luxury she couldn’t afford in this house. Three years had taught her that. She turned slowly, her gaze finding Ryan’s and locking onto it steady, sharp, focused. What does he want to know? Her mind raced, but her face stayed calm. No. I can’t let him know. Not about the baby. Not about anything. This child was the only thing she still had power over, the only thing she had to protect. Her lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Facing him, she let her voice come out light, almost indifferent. Actually, I just wanted to know if you had even a little feeling for me. That’s why I asked. She held his stare for a beat too long, searching for something that wasn’t there. But you made it clear. It’s fine. Her eyes slid past him to Jasmine, who stood clinging to his arm like she’d already won. Finally, I’m paving the way for you, Sandra said, her voice calm but edged with steel. I hope you can handle

Chapter 18Jasmine’s smile didn’t waver. Someone had to know what you were hiding, Sandra, she said, voice soft but edged with steel. You think you can walk around here for three years, act like nothing’s wrong, and I wouldn’t notice?Sandra’s hands trembled again. This time it wasn’t fear. It was fury, hot and bitter, rising up her throat until her fingers ached from clenching. You had no right.I had every right, Jasmine cut in, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous calm. Because the moment you decided to keep that baby, you decided to ruin my plan. My marriage. My future. She tapped the pregnancy result against her palm, the paper making a soft, taunting sound. So tell me, Sandra. What are you going to do now that I know?The room seemed to shrink. The air grew thin, heavy with the weight of three years of secrets pressing down on Sandra’s chest. Three years of swallowing insults. Three years of sleeping alone while Ryan’s voice came from down the hall with another woman.

Chapter 20Miss! Miss! Charles’s voice cut through the darkness like a lifeline. Sandra’s eyes were shut, her face pale against the rain-soaked seat. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale a struggle. The storm outside had stopped, but the cold had seeped into her bones and wouldn’t let go. Charles’s fingers brushed her wrist, and his eyes widened. Her temperature’s dropping. She’s running out of time. Panic sharpened his voice. Without another word, he scooped her up with careful urgency and slid her into the backseat, wrapping her in his coat. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. Hang on, young mistress, he murmured, voice rough with fear and resolve. I won’t let you die on me. Not like this. Not after everything you’ve endured.The tires screamed as he drove recklessly through the empty streets, red lights ignored, the engine roaring like it shared his desperation. The car screeched to a halt in front of St. Mercy’s Hospital. The building was stark white, its