The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

CHAPTER ONESaraThree years. One thousand and ninety-five days.That was how long the world believed I had been dead. The grand cathedral hadn’t changed at all. White roses lined the aisle in perfect symmetry, their fragrance mingling with the faint scent of expensive perfume drifting through the crowded hall. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, scattering warm light across polished marble floors while the country’s wealthiest families filled every seat, exchanging polite smiles and whispered gossip as they waited for the ceremony to begin. It was elegant. Luxurious. Beautiful. Exactly the kind of wedding Damien Blackwood deserved. I sat quietly in the third row, dressed from head to toe in black. My sunglasses hid my eyes, but not the storm raging behind them. Three years ago, I’d left this city in flames. Today, I’d returned to burn down something far more valuable than a building. His future. My gaze drifted to the altar.

CHAPTER THREE Sara Blackwood Industries hadn’t changed. The glass skyscraper still towered over the city like it owned the skyline, its polished exterior reflecting the morning sun until it almost looked untouchable. Employees hurried through the revolving doors with takeaway coffees and leather briefcases. I stepped out of the black sedan and adjusted the sleeve of my cream blazer before closing the door behind me. My heels clicked against the pavement with deliberate confidence. People stared, the news of Damien’s ghost wife already circulating. I smiled bitterly. Let them whisper. People had whispered at my funeral too. The revolving doors parted, cool air rushed over my skin as I stepped into the marble lobby. The receptionist behind the front desk looked up automatically, offering the practiced smile reserved for visitors. The smile disappeared almost instantly. Her eyes widened. “Mrs… Mrs. Blackwood?” I removed my sunglasses slowly, hooking them onto the neckli

CHAPTER FIVE Damien The scent of her perfume still lingered in my office. It was faint now, almost impossible to notice unless I stood perfectly still. I hated that I noticed it anyway. Three years was supposed to be enough for memories to fade. Instead, one conversation had undone every ounce of progress I’d convinced myself I’d made. I walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows where she stood while demanding all my attention in that sexy way of hers. I replayed the way she’d stood in front of my desk with her shoulders squared, refusing to look away. She hated me, that much was obvious. But what unsettled me was the fact that I noticed the way sunlight caught the shorter strands of her hair. Although, she couldn't loathe me anymore than I did myself. I craved to pull her into my arms the way I fantasized doing when I had the chance. But I made sure I committed her to memory this time before she slipped away like yesterday. She looked thinner. It made me wonder.

CHAPTER SEVEN SaraThe smug bastard actually expected me to get into his car. I stared at him, then at the car parked by the curb before letting out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Wow, you've really lost it haven't you?”Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and headed back toward the restaurant. “Sara.”I ignored him. “Sara.”“I said no.”The click of expensive leather shoes echoed behind me, measured and unhurried. He wasn’t chasing me. Of course he wasn’t. Damien Blackwood had never been a man who chased.He simply expected the world to stop moving until it obeyed him.“I can wait,” he said evenly.I kept walking.“But I wonder how patient your friend will be.”My steps faltered.Just for a second.That was all he needed.“He seems like a decent man.” His voice remained infuriatingly calm. “I’d hate for him to become collateral damage because you insist on being difficult.”I spun around so fast my hair whipped across my face.“That's the