My Ex husband wants me back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Chapter 22 Mrs. Clara moved fast, her heels clicking sharp against the marble as she closed the distance between them. The sound echoed through the quiet living room like a warning. Son, why are you suddenly asking about her? Her voice was low, edged with disbelief and a thin layer of annoyance. And who cares where she goes? She’s gone. Maybe she’s at her new lover’s house by now. Her eyes flicked to Jasmine as she said it a silent cue, a shared jab. Jasmine caught it instantly. She nodded, lips curving into a knowing, spiteful smile. Right. She probably ran straight to someone else. That’s the kind of woman she is. Always chasing the next man with money. Ryan’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. His fist tightened at his side until his knuckles went white, the skin stretched tight over bone. Stop it, Mom, he said, voice sharp and final. I don’t want to hear that. The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. For half a second, Mrs. Clara’s mask of composure slipped. He

Chapter 24The door flipped open with a soft whoosh, and Mrs. Grant Jane rushed in, her heels striking sharp against the hospital tiles. Her coat was buttoned wrong, her hair a little wild, like she’d run from the car without stopping to fix herself. Her breath came fast, her eyes frantic as they swept the room past the monitors, past the nurses until they landed on Sandra lying in the bed. Sandra raised her head slowly. She was pale, her lips dry, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. But the moment she saw her mother, something tight in her chest loosened. Her lips curved into a small, tired smile the first real one she’d allowed herself in months. Daughter, how are you doing? Mrs. Grant asked, voice trembling as she crossed the room in three quick steps. She didn’t wait for an answer. Her gaze slid past Sandra and settled on the little bassinet beside the bed. Her eyes brightened instantly, tears welling before she could blink them away. Whoa… he’s so cute. Just like his fath

Chapter 26Ryan slammed the car door shut, the sound cracking through the quiet driveway like a gunshot. He walked inside the house hesitating, each step heavier than the last, as if the marble floor knew he was carrying more than just the weight of his body. His first glance landed on Mrs. Clara sitting alone in the living room, a cup of wine by her right hand. She wasn’t drinking it. She was just holding it, staring into the dark red liquid like it might tell her how to save a legacy that was slipping through her fingers. Mom, what happened? What’s the matter? he asked, his face filled with curiosity and concern. But beneath the question was fear. The kind that sat cold in his stomach since he’d been turned away at the Grants’ gate hours ago. Mrs. Clara turned slowly to him, her face troubled and unhappy. The lines around her eyes looked deeper tonight, carved by stress she’d never let him see before. When she spoke, her voice dripped with every word, heavy with dread she’d been

Chapter 28The phone screen went dark seconds after Sandra had sent the message to Ryan. It was just one line. No emoji. No explanation. She’d typed it, deleted it three times, then hit send anyway because three years of silence was worse than rejection.She set the phone face-down on the nightstand and turned her gaze to the baby lying beside her. His tiny chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm. He was warm, heavy, and completely hers. Her lips curved, but it wasn’t the soft, hopeful smile of a new mother. It was sharper. Older. The smile of a woman who’d been broken and rebuilt herself in the dark.Ryan, she thought, and the name didn’t ache like it used to. It landed like a fact. Cold. Final. You didn't accept me as your wife she whispered, her thumb brushing over the baby’s cheek. His skin was impossibly smooth. He had Ryan’s sharp jawline already. Ryan’s thick, stubborn eyebrows. The only piece of him she’d ever wanted, and the only piece he’d left behind when he walked away.

chapter 30 Sandra’s hand hung in the air between them. Ryan had stepped back like she’d struck him, his expensive phone still shattered on the white marble floor. The screen cracked into a spiderweb, just like the look in his eyes. He hadn’t touched her. But his rejection hit harder than a slap. Sandra pulled her hand back slowly. Her nails dug into her palm until the pain grounded her. Smile on her lips. Ice in her veins. That was how she survived this. Mr. Ryan, she said, voice smooth as silk over a blade. Is there something strange? Why are you acting like this? Have we met before? His eyes snapped to hers. Red-rimmed. Wet. The CEO of smiths Group looked like a man who’d been gutted and was still expected to stand. Sandra, he called. Slow. Like he was testing if the name would cut him again. His jaw clenched and unclenched. I really... don’t understand what’s happening. His words stammered. Broke. For the first time since she’d met him, Ryan eyes didn’t have control of the