The Wife He Thought Was Dead のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Julian, help me! My car... my car overturned!"Clara’s voice trembled violently, gasping between searing pain and thick smoke that began filling the cabin. Her blood-soaked hand gripped the phone pressed to her ear. Around her, the windshield had shattered into countless shards, and the front of her silver sedan was crushed beyond recognition—smashed by a truck at a quiet, desolate intersection."Clara?! Where are you?!" Julian’s voice came through, sharp with panic."I... I crashed at the intersection leading to Maya’s apartment. Please, Julian... my leg is trapped, I can’t move..." Clara winced as a searing pain coiled around her lower abdomen. Her other hand instinctively stroked her still-flat stomach—where a weeks-old life was fighting to survive. Inside her handbag, thrown onto the passenger seat, lay a white envelope holding her positive pregnancy test—meant to be his gift for their fifth wedding anniversary tonight."Hold on, Clara! Don’t hang up, I’m so close!"Faint sirines

"Seize every share of Vance Investment released on the secondary market tonight. Do not leave even one percent for Julian."The voice of Clarissa—the new identity she had chosen after rising from the ashes of her suffering three years prior—rang out crisp and commanding like a bell’s clear chime within her opulent private office atop a London skyscraper. She wore a deep maroon evening gown that clung to her figure with perfection, radiating an elegant, untouchable coldness. Three years had passed; the woman who once wept trapped inside a burning car had transformed into the Managing Director of Blackwood Capital—the most feared international investment consortium in Europe."All transactions have been finalized, Madam Clarissa," replied her personal assistant, a sharp young man in a tailored suit standing respectfully beside her desk. "Per your orders, we now hold nearly thirty percent of the core subsidiary shares under the Vance Group. Mr. Julian Vance is currently scrambling in a p

"Slamming these offers down on their desks and tell them the Vance Group is not for sale!"The heavy thud of documents striking solid mahogany shattered the tense morning silence of Julian’s office. He stood behind his desk, eyes bloodshot, shirt rumpled, patience frayed to breaking point. Before him, the firm’s three senior lawyers kept their heads bowed, faces pale—daring not to meet the gaze of their teetering CEO."We cannot outright refuse, Mr. Vance," one lawyer spoke, voice trembling. "Blackwood Capital seized 38% of our public shares overnight. If they secure the remaining minority stakes this morning, they become the controlling shareholder—with full legal authority to overhaul the entire board of directors."Julian gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles blanched white. Three years he had fortified his business empire, burying himself in relentless work to outrun the crushing guilt he carried for Clara. Now this woman—Clarissa Blackwood—had arrived with the full weig

“Scatter every last speck of this ash to the wind—and ensure not a single trace of the past remains in this room.”Clarissa tossed the crystal ashtray, holding the burnt remnants of her pregnancy test, toward her assistant. He caught it deftly, steady and precise, mere inches before it could strike the cool marble floor. Her movement was unwavering, resolute, and entirely free of hesitation—as if that scrap of paper, once the most precious, fragile secret and the sharpest heartbreak of her life, was nothing more than unwanted trash cluttering her view, a weight she was finally casting off for good. No tremor shook her wrist, no flicker of regret clouded her gaze; the choice she had made was carved deep into her resolve, unshakable and absolute.She stood tall before the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Blackwood Capital’s penthouse, watching heavy, driving rain sweep across the sprawling, glittering city that stretched endlessly below. The minimalist black silk gown she wore framed h

"Watch out!"A brutal force slammed into Clarissa’s side, hurling her body away from the drain gap and dragging her roughly across the rough concrete dock—just as a deafening crash shook the ground.BOOM!The massive thirty-ton container smashed into the dock exactly where Clarissa had stood a split second earlier. Dust, sparks, and shards of concrete exploded outward, tearing through the night. The shockwave from the impact threw Clarissa several feet forward, her coat and jacket ripped to shreds in the process.Clarissa coughed violently, gasping against the choking dust and smoke that seared her lungs. Her ankle throbbed with blinding pain, but she was alive. Her breath came in ragged bursts, heart hammering wildly beneath her chest.As her blurry vision began to clear, she realized there was a man lying helpless only half a meter away. He had shielded her body from the flying shrapnel during the crash. A steel plate from the container’s crumpled end pinned his back, fresh blood sl