Divorce Suits Me Better のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

(Sabrina’s POV)I nodded.Felix’s hand went up to his own mouth. He stared at me. He looked back over his shoulder at Adrian—who was still in the hallway, presumably weeping into the wallpaper—and then back at me, and then he made a sound that was half a whoop and half a sob.He turned and bolted.I heard him going down the hall yelling.“YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. EVERYBODY GET UP. EVERYBODY GET UP—”Doors started opening. Footsteps on the wooden stairs. Charlie’s voice, alarmed—”Felix, what—Felix, who’s hurt—”Eric’s voice, lower, asking what was happening. Aunt Nancy coming out of her room with her cardigan buttoned wrong (I’d wanted her to stay with me here). Tyler appearing from his study fully dressed because Tyler was always already dressed at six in the morning.Within ninety seconds my whole family was in my bedroom doorway.I sat on the edge of the bed in my pajamas. Adrian had come back in with them, his eyes red, my hands knotted in my lap. Felix was vibrating in the middle of th

(Nate’s POV)Alexis was in my study. She shouldn’t have been—I locked it when I left, or thought I did—but there she was, behind my desk with Reed’s folder open in both hands.She was holding the photographs.“Where did you get these?” I asked flatly.“They were on your desk, baby.” She didn’t look up. Her thumb pressed into the glossy print where Eric Atwood’s hand sat on my wife’s back. “She went to Eric. She actually went to him! I’d been thinking that mystery woman in the news looked like her, but it seemed absurd. Why the fuck would she do that? Why would HE?”I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting for her to continue or leave.“I know what this is,” she continued. “I know what’s happening.”I shot up a brow.“It’s me, baby,” she said confidently.I stared at her. “What?”“It’s me,” she said again, gently. “She is not at that house because of you, Nate. She is at that house because of me. She found out somehow, didn’t she—about where they live, and she has sedu

(Sabrina’s POV)I picked up my coffee. It had gone cold but I drank it anyway.I couldn’t tell my brothers. Not this. It was too embarrassing—not the text itself but the fact that it worked, that after everything, Nate could still reach me through the one person I genuinely loved in that house.I was ashamed that part of me still missed the old woman’s room, the Sunday readings, the vase I used to fill every morning. Ashamed that part of me still cared about a house I should have been glad to leave.Tyler came to find me in the library at eleven. I’d been reading the Holdings reports again, teaching myself the language of a world I was only starting to understandHe had three folders under one arm.“It’s ready,” he said simply.He laid the folders out on the low table out and looked up at me.“I made the divorce settlement myself. Forgive my immodesty, but my baby sister deserved the best lawyer in the country for her case. Your end of this is, frankly, perfect. I have never done a be