Plus-Size Substitute Wife: 100 Days Before I Abandon Him のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Chapter 1“Let’s get divorced! She has recovered!”Darren’s voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried a cold weight capable of freezing the air in the magnificent dining room. The man placed a thick brown envelope on the white marble table without slamming it down. His sharp eyes stared blankly at Lyonna, conveying deep dislike without needing to dirty his voice with a raised tone.Lyonna Andreas Purry could only freeze. The fork she was holding remained suspended in the air, right above the plate of pasta that was no longer warm. Her heart pounded violently, as if it wanted to leap out of her chest. She had expected this day to come, but hearing it directly from Darren’s lips still hurt terribly.“Viona is awake,” Darren continued calmly, his fingers lightly tapping the surface of the table. “The doctor said her condition is stable, and she can already be spoken to. She is my future, Lyonna. Not you. I already told you before, if Viona wakes up, then we will get divorced.”Lyon

Chapter 3The clock on the bedroom wall ticked softly, showing exactly seven o’clock in the evening. Time was passing quickly, while the dinner event was only a thirty-minute drive away if the traffic was smooth. Yet, the person who should have been getting ready beside her had still not shown up.Lyonna stood in front of the floor-length mirror in her room, taking a deep breath to calm the pounding in her chest. She was wearing a long ivory evening gown made of soft silk that fell perfectly over her body. The A-line gown, with delicate brocade detailing around the chest, had been specially designed to embrace her curves elegantly, giving her a graceful, classic silhouette. Her long black hair was styled half-down with an antique pearl hair clip, while her makeup was natural, with a more defined touch around her eyes that accentuated her naturally sweet features.She stared at her reflection for quite some time. Although her body was no longer as slender as it once was—with fuller che

Chapter 5The atmosphere inside the black Rolls-Royce was utterly silent after the doors closed tightly, shutting out the world outside. The AC hummed softly, blowing cool air that contrasted sharply with the tension that suddenly rose between the passengers in the back seat.As the car drove away from the luxury hotel where the dinner had been held, Darren turned his head sharply. He glared at the woman beside him, his eyes blazing with anger that he had been suppressing all this time.“Are you satisfied now, Lyonna?” Darren hissed sharply, his voice almost a whisper but filled with piercing emphasis.Lyonna, still wearing her elegant ivory gown, slowly turned toward him. Instead of feeling frightened or intimidated, the corners of her lips lifted into a sweet yet mysterious smile. She did not immediately respond with harsh words. Instead, Lyonna deliberately shifted closer until the scent of her expensive perfume blended perfectly with her husband’s natural scent.With a deliberate,

The morning sunlight softly reflected off the marble floor of the family room as Darren stood near the large window, his phone pressed to his right ear. His voice was low and firm as he discussed the third-quarter projection figures with someone on the other end of the call—his client from Singapore, who would be arriving that evening."I sent the revised contract last night," Darren said, his tone professional and unwavering. "You can check your email this morning. If there's anything that needs to be discussed further, we can—"His sentence was abruptly cut off when a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. The soft scent of lavender soap wafted from Lyonna's hair as it brushed against his back. Darren froze for a moment, his body tensing, while the client's voice on the other end of the phone continued rambling without pause, completely unaware of what had just happened in the family room.Darren turned around, ready to voice a protest with the sharp look he usua

Chapter 9 Before he could take another step, Lyonna grabbed Darren’s arm, causing her husband to stop on the first step of the staircase. “Wait,” she said hurriedly. “Your tie is crooked, and your suit is still wrinkled here.” Darren did not have time to reply. Lyonna was already standing in front of him, her hand reaching up to the tie knot that had indeed been slightly loose since earlier, fixing it with quick yet meticulous movements. The distance between them was incredibly small, barely a foot, close enough for Darren to faintly catch the scent of vanilla perfume wafting from the skin of Lyonna’s neck. Lyonna’s fingers moved nimbly as she pulled the tie knot into place, while her own breath, warm and steady, softly brushed just beneath Darren’s chin whenever she tilted her head up slightly to make sure everything looked neat. Darren unconsciously held his breath, his body tensing rigidly, while the