Married to My Enemy's Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

There were things Caiden Wolfe did not talk about.Nadia hadn't realized she was learning him until she already had. Living in the same house long enough meant you stopped waiting for explanations. You noticed what people never said almost as easily as what they did. She had learned it by paying attention, by noticing what stayed the same, by realizing that what he left unsaid often revealed as much as what he spoke aloud.He did not talk about his father unless asked.This was the silence she'd noticed first. She had understood it in outline from Eleanor's account and in more detail from the conversation two nights ago in the sitting room, and what she now understood was this: Harlan Wolfe was not a forbidden subject in the sense of producing visible discomfort when raised. He was simply not raised. Caiden did not bring him up in conversation the way most people referenced their parents when explaining themselves. He did not keep photographs of him anywhere except the library, where

She taught all four periods. Looking back, it was the thing she was proudest of that day. She stood in front of her students and she was present for all of it. She asked the right questions and waited for the answers and wrote things on the board and said the things that needed saying about argument structure and textual evidence and the specific kind of claim that held up under examination. She was there. She gave them what they were owed. It cost her more than any lesson she had taught in three years of teaching. Between periods she sat at her desk and looked at nothing. During lunch she ate half a sandwich and marked two papers, which was less than she usually managed in forty minutes but more than she had thought she would manage at all. At three-fifteen she held a brief session with two students who were struggling with the close reading component and she was helpful and she was focused and she said the right things about how to move from observation to argument without lettin

She forwarded the second message to Caiden before she left for school.She did it standing in the kitchen, still holding her tea, exactly as she had promised she would. Then she put her phone in her bag, picked up her lesson folder, and went out to the car where Leo was waiting. She stared out the window the entire drive to school, telling herself not to think about the message. It wasn't working, but she kept trying anyway.She had a faculty event that afternoon.It had been in her diary for three weeks: an end-of-term reception for staff and selected guests. The event appeared on the school calendar every April. Every year she came away with one or two worthwhile conversations and a headache from making small talk. She had mentioned it to Caiden when the invitation arrived, and he had told her he would come. She hadn't expected it, and once word spread in the staffroom, it created a low-grade anticipation among colleagues who remembered their wedding announcement in February and wer

Caiden answered on the first ring. She had never called him before. In four months, everything between them had happened face to face, through Leo, or in short, practical messages. Yet here she was, calling him from her classroom with twelve minutes before the bell. "He has the contract," she said. "The full original. He sent it as an attachment." A pause followed—brief and controlled. "Forward it to me," Caiden said. "Do not respond to the message. Go and teach your class." "He has the custody arrangements," she said, her voice tight. "Section four. He is threatening the baby." "I understand," Caiden said. His voice was completely level. She knew that tone by now. The calmer he sounded, the more serious things were. "I will handle it. Forward the message and go teach your class." "How does he have it?" she asked. "The contract. Only the legal team had copies. And Leo." "I know," Caiden said. "I am going to find out. Nadia." "Yes." "Go teach your class," he said. "You cannot

She slept for the first full night she'd had in days.She woke at seven-fifteen. For a moment she simply lay there, surprised she'd slept through the night. Sunlight spilled across the curtains, warm and gold instead of the dull grey that had hung over the last few days. She hadn't realized how tired she'd been until she wasn't anymore.She got up and showered. When she came downstairs, she stopped in the doorway. Cullen was at the table with toast and revision notes. Caiden stood by the coffee machine. Leo was already working, his laptop open on the island. For once, all three of them were in the kitchen together.She lingered in the doorway for a moment, sunlight pouring through the windows while the plan for Roland sat quietly at the back of everyone's mind."You slept," Caiden said, without turning around."Nine hours," she said."Good."She made her tea and sat at the table. Cullen looked up from his papers, his eyes moving from her to Caiden and back again. He looked like someon