A Divorce He’ll Never Forget のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 57

Peter reached out, his hand hovering in the empty space between them. “Esther, please…I know I don’t deserve to be heard. But Ethan is dangerous. He will..”“Then let me handle him.” Her chin lifted, proud and unbroken. “I have survived worse than rumours and lies. I walked away from your house with nothing but two babies and a promise to give them a better life. I will not be destroyed by lies. And I will not let you back in only to be pushed away again when Ethan whispers something else in your ear.”She began to close the door. “Thank you for coming. But please… do not come back.”“Esther, wait…”Before he could say more, a car pulled up smoothly to the curb behind his own. The engine cut out, and moments later, footsteps approached steady, unhurried, and unmistakable.Damien stopped beside Peter, glancing from him to Esther in the doorway, his posture calm but alert. He stepped slightly forward, positioning himself between Peter and Esther without crowding her, his gaze resting on

Esther nodded calmly. “Yes, they don’t. And that is exactly why I asked to see you. My lawyer is still investigating all the altered documents, but I wanted you to see these inconsistencies for yourself.”The man looked down at the papers, tracing the lines with a thoughtful finger. Then he lifted his gaze to her face, studying her carefully, before looking back at the documents once more. He did not speak immediately. He simply sat there, weighing what he had seen, and when he finally met her eyes again, his expression had shifted from polite doubt to quiet understanding.“I will review everything personally,” he said, standing and reaching for his coat. “And I will speak to the others. Thank you for bringing this to me.”He left the room without another word, taking the copies with him. Esther sat alone for a moment, breathing steadily, before reaching for the cup set beside her. She lifted it slowly, wrapping both hands around the warm ceramic, and breathed in the rich, curling s

Esther sank slowly back in her chair, the phone feeling heavy in her hand. Her heart did a funny little flip: warm and fast, just like it used to do long ago. Butterflies fluttered light and restless beneath her ribs, carrying her back to days when his voice had been her safest place. For a heartbeat she forgot everything else. The lies and fake papers. Everything falling apart all around her. She forgot it all, because he had said those words, and deep down… she had waited so long to hear him say them.A faint, soft smile touched her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers hovered over the screen, ready to type a reply, ready to ask him so many things and then something shifted inside her. The warmth faded, replaced by a sharp, clear memory that cut through every feeling.“No,” she whispered, pulling her hand back as if the phone had burned her.She straightened in her chair, her jaw tightening. He thought he could soften her with words of love? He thought he could undo everythi

“Someone left it for me.” Esther kept her voice steady, though her pulse beat fast beneath her skin. “On the street. Near the office.”Alex’s brows drew together. “Left it? Or handed it to you?”“Someone set it down where I would find it. And then… a man warned me to be careful.” She leaned forward, her gaze searching his. “Alex, look at the bottom.”Alex’s eyes returned to the margin. He went still. The silence in the room stretched long and tight.“P.G.,” he said quietly. “Peter Grant’s initials.”“Is it his?” Esther’s breath caught. “Tell me is this his handwriting?”Alex picked up the paper, holding it toward the light, examining the angle of the letters, the pressure of the pen. He compared it to a sample he pulled from a file on his desk, a genuine document signed by Peter years before. He studied them side by side for what felt like forever.“It is very close,” he said slowly. “The shape of the P. The curve of the G. It matches his usual style.”Esther sank into the chair oppos