The Wrong Kind Of Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

YULIAThe new week started with another visit to the prison. When I entered the visiting room, Nikolai was already seated across the table. He looked tired, but his expression changed when he saw me.“Good morning,” I said, taking the chair opposite him.“Good morning, Ms. Adley.”I placed my folder on the table and opened it. “I have an update for you.”He immediately straightened. “Good or bad?”“Potentially good.”His shoulders relaxed slightly.“Kendrick Fernsby and his team have been reviewing the digital evidence again,” I explained. “They've found several things that don't match the prosecution's theory.”Nikolai listened carefully.“The device used to access the system wasn't one of your registered devices,” I continued. “There are also irregularities with the digital signature attached to one of the documents. You said you never created that document, correct?”“Correct.”“There are also timestamps that don't make sense. Activity connected to London, Moscow, and New York appe

YULIAAs our lips met, everything I'd been trying to keep under control slipped away. For four years, I had convinced myself that I had moved on and learned how to exist without Kendrick.But sitting there with his arms around me, feeling the warmth of his body beneath mine, I realized something I had spent years refusing to admit.I had never stopped loving him. Not even close.My fingers curled into the front of his shirt as I kissed him back, my heart pounding so hard I was certain he could feel it. He held me firmly but gently, as if he was afraid that if he loosened his arms, I might disappear again.I pulled back for a second, just enough to breathe. His forehead rested against mine.“I want you now,” I whispered.I was done fighting it. I wanted him. I wanted to stop thinking about the consequences for one night and simply let myself feel everything I had spent years trying to bury.Kendrick gently tilted my chin up, his eyes searching mine. “You sure?”“You scared?” I teased.

NATALIEI couldn't stop thinking about the time Kendrick came home last night. I had pretended to be asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. I stayed still and kept my breathing steady as he entered. The moment he disappeared into the walk-in closet, I silently reached for my phone to check the time. 10:45 p.m.My stomach tightened immediately.Kendrick’s late arrivals were highly unusual, but recently, a pattern of unexplained absences and distant behavior had begun to emerge.I already knew what my mind wanted to believe.Yulia.The thought had been sitting in the back of my head since that Sunday brunch. I hated that I had noticed and couldn't stop thinking about it.Kendrick didn't love me. I had known that for years. I stopped expecting affection from him long ago, and I learned to live with the coldness of our marriage.But knowing he didn't love me was different from knowing he might leave me one day. I wasn't ready for that. Not even close.Kendrick was my husband, but mo

KENDRICKI was already inside the Security Operations Centre when Matthew finished pulling up the final set of files.The large screens behind him displayed layers of digital records: transaction histories, device logs, communication records, and a timeline we'd spent most of two days building.I folded my arms and studied the information again. Everything was finally starting to make sense. It was enough to tell a very different story from the one we'd been looking at previously.Matthew glanced at me. “Everything is ready, Sir.”“Good.”I looked toward the entrance. Yulia should be arriving soon. I tried not to think about that part, yet failed.The doors opened, and Alexander walked in with his lawyer and two team members.I straightened. “Alexander.”He approached me and extended his hand. “Kendrick.”We shook hands. “How are you?”“I'm fine. And you?”“Good.” His expression was serious. “I've been waiting to hear what you've found.”“You'll hear everything.”His lawyer greeted me

YULIA“Natalie?”She stood in front of me, her arms loosely crossed, and a faint smile playing on her lips. “Hi, Yulia. We meet again.”Of all the people I expected to find standing outside my apartment after Kendrick had just left, Natalie was at the very bottom of that list.My heart gave an uncomfortable thud.I cleared my throat, trying not to let her see how unsettled I was. “What are you doing here?”Natalie tilted her head. “Won’t you let me in?”I huffed and pushed the door wider. She stepped inside without another word. As she crossed the threshold, I regretted letting her in.Her eyes immediately swept across my apartment, taking in every part of the room as if she knew Kendrick had been here.“I knew Kendrick was in here with you,” she confirmed.I surveyed her, then asked, “Did you follow him here?”She didn't answer, just glared at me. That was enough to answer.A strange mixture of irritation and guilt settled in my chest. Irritation because she had followed her husband