Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 256

One sunny day, I woke her gently."Wake up sleepyhead, we're heading out."The morning light was still soft against the curtains when I leaned over and pressed a quiet kiss to her mouth. Samantha stirred under the sheets, lashes fluttering before her eyes opened. A sleepy smile curved her lips.“Where are we going?” she asked, voice low and rough with sleep.I helped her sit up, then poured water from the pitcher on the nightstand and set the glass in her hands.“Stonefield estate. In the Hamptons.”The smile faded. She looked at me over the rim of the glass, frown already forming, the kind that meant she knew this wasn’t going to end clean. She drank, let the silence hang between us for a moment, then set the glass down on her knee.“What’s the reason?”I took the glass from her, put it back on the nightstand, and closed both of my hands around hers. I squeezed once.“I need to end my father’s control over my life. I’m not surviving it anymore. I

I watched them get hauled toward the doors. Declan cursed the entire way. Silverstein’s voice cracked with rage that no longer had anywhere to land. No one from the branch families or the old circle of loyalists would step forward to help. I had made certain of that. Silence, or bankruptcy. They had chosen silence.When the last of them disappeared through the doorway, I turned and pulled Samantha fully into my arms. I pressed a kiss into her hair and held her until the shaking in her hands began to ease.“It’s finally over,” I whispered. “You’re safe. No one is going to bother us again.”The ride to the station felt longer than the drive out to the Hamptons. Samantha kept her hand on my thigh the whole way, thumb moving in slow, steady circles against the fabric of my pants. She didn’t push me to talk. She just stayed close enough that the heat of her palm reminded me I wasn’t walking into the next room alone.Inside the station the air smelled of cof

We stayed tangled in the cramped backseat while the rain kept hammering the roof. For a long minute I couldn’t make myself move. Then the feeling rose too strong to push down any longer.I had pictured something grander, candles, a quiet restaurant, the whole carefully staged moment, but the raw quiet of this night felt right in a way no ballroom ever could.I eased away from Samantha carefully, the leather seat sticky under my knees. My coat was half-crumpled against the door. I reached for it, fingers finding the inner pocket where the small box had waited for weeks. When I brought it into the low light her eyes found it at once. A soft gasp slipped out of her, barely louder than the rain.I shifted fully onto my knees right there on the seat, bare and unguarded, and opened the box toward her. The ring caught what little light filtered through the fogged glass, a clean oval diamond set in platinum, simple enough to wear every day, bright enough that