My Ex husband wants me back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 32Ryan crossed the living room in three strides and snatched the phone from Jasmine’s hand. His jaw locked. He stared at the message on the screen for half a second too long, then dropped the phone like it burned him.Jasmine didn’t wait. She grabbed her handbag, voice calm. I need to go now. I’m needed at my workplace.Her heels clicked against the marble floor sharp, final. The door closed behind her with a soft, damning shut. Ryan didn’t move. He sank onto the couch and let his head fall back. The silence hit harder than her words.Mrs. Clara stepped closer, her hand hovering over his shoulder but not quite touching. Son, tell me. What’s the problem? Her eyes searched his face like she could pull answers out of him. You haven’t looked right all day.Ryan exhaled. It came out tired, scraped raw. I don’t know, Mom. He turned toward her, voice low. “Do you remember how I met Sandra?Mrs. Clara’s brows lifted. She rolled her eyes, half amused, half annoyed. Of course I do. S

Chapter 34Jasmine’s eyes were still widened, her mind spinning in a thousand directions at once. Her gaze flickered from Sandra to Ryan, then back again, like she couldn’t process what she was seeing.Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Wha… what’s going on here? Her voice cracked, too loud for the silent office. Honey, tell me. What’s really going on here?Sandra pulled back her chair slowly, a cunning smile spreading across her lips. Her eyes gleamed with calculated malice as she gazed at the confused Jasmine. This was the moment she’d been waiting for.Ryan drew closer. Each step felt like walking through wet cement. His legs were heavy, his chest tight. He stopped in front of Sandra’s desk, his gaze locked on her like she was the only person in the room.Sandra, he called slowly. His voice was low, rough with regret. Sandra.She stayed silent. She didn’t even look at him. The silence was louder than any insult.I know I wronged you, Sandra, he said, and his voice

Chapter 34Ryan drew back slowly, his shoulders sagging as he leaned his back against the cold office wall. The fight left his body all at once. Help me, he muttered, voice barely louder than a breath. Sandra glanced at her wristwatch. Her expression didn’t change. Oh no, I’m late. I need to get going now, she said, already rushing to gather her important documents. Papers, laptop, keys anything to avoid looking at him.She stopped at the door without hesitation. But her eye dropped to Ryan one last time. He leaned against the wall, staring into space like the whole world had rejected him. Like the man who once fired her without blinking was now the one begging for mercy.Sandra heaved a breath. The air felt heavy. Then she forced the words out. Ryan, I wanna go now. Please. She gestured toward the door with her hand, a polite dismissal.Ryan didn’t say a word. He slowly walked toward the door, not making a sound. His footsteps were quiet. Defeated. The Ryan Smith she knew would’ve

CHAPTER 37Ryan dropped to his knees and grabbed Sandra’s ankles before she could follow the doctor. His palms were sweaty, desperate, clinging to her like she was the last solid thing in his crumbling world. Please. Don’t go. Just… don’t hate me like this.Sandra yanked her leg back. Hard. Her heels clicked against the cold hospital floor, each step a nail driven deeper into Ryan’s chest. Click. Click. Click. He didn’t chase her. He couldn’t. He just watched her walk away and felt his lungs cave in. This wasn’t the Sandra he knew. The quiet girl who cried in bathrooms and still left him warm tea was gone. This Sandra had fire in her eyes and ice in her veins. And he was the one who lit the fire and froze everything else.What did I do to us? he whispered to the empty hallway. The question tasted like rust and old regrets.Then he stood. Silent. Broken. Every joint in his body felt 80 years old. He walked back into his mother’s room and sat beside Mrs Clara’s hospital bed like a man

Chapter 39: THE PRETENDERJasmine’s smile was still hanging in the air when the doctor pushed between Sandra and the bed. Ms. Grant, you need to step back. She just woke up from trauma. She doesn't need stress now, the doctor said, adjusting to Jasmine. His voice dropped soft for her. Sharp for Sandra. Like there was only room for one broken girl in this room.Sandra didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Her cuffed hands hung at her sides. Red from the burst bandage. The gauze had given up minutes ago and now blood crawled down her wrist, slow and hot, dripping onto the white tile. Plink. Plink. Her eyes were locked on Jasmine’s face, reading every micro-expression like it was a confession. Three years of notes stored in her bones. Eight years of watching this girl turn tears into weapons and apologies into knives.Jasmine’s eyes darted. Once. Twice. Too fast for someone who’d just been unconscious. Too calculating for someone who’d hit her head on asphalt. Sandra monitored every step she too