Plus-Size Substitute Wife: 100 Days Before I Abandon Him의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Chapter 51The intricately carved teakwood door remained suspended halfway open, blocked by Darren’s firm palm pressed forcefully against the doorframe. The man’s dark eyes glared sharply, harboring a blaze of emotion ready to explode without warning.Lyonna blinked in shock, feeling a surge of anger suddenly rise to the back of her throat. Before the woman could hurl a string of curses or push the door again to drive her ex-husband away, Darren moved faster than lightning.Without uttering a single word of explanation, without wasting time arguing or constructing an excuse to defend his pride, Darren’s strong arm immediately slipped through the gap in the door. In one swift reflexive movement that was precise yet overwhelmingly powerful, one of the man’s arms wrapped tightly around Lyonna’s slender waist, while his other hand swiftly lifted her lower body.“Kyaa! What the hell are you doing?! Put me down, Darren!” Lyonna screamed hysterically, her body jolting in shock as gravity sud

Chapter 53Darren's left cheek still left a faint reddish flush due to the palm impact a moment ago. However, the stinging sensation on his skin was nothing compared to the strange rumble that suddenly struck the walls of his chest. The man stood tall, towering before Lyonna with an intimidating posture, while his breath still panted heavily, pumping the remnants of his anger and overly high ego.The atmosphere inside the master bedroom felt so thick, as if the oxygen in the room suddenly thinned and turned into a poison that choked the throat.Darren stared at the woman before him with a hard-to-read gaze—cold, sharp, yet hiding despair tightly closed behind the mask of his arrogance. Instead of calming down or offering an apology for his indecent treatment, the man's thin lips actually opened, uttering the most vile sentence capable of crushing the remaining self-respect of anyone who heard it."You want to know what I consider you, Lyonna?" Darren's baritone voice slid low, soundin

Chapter 55The sound of black dress shoes striking hard against the white marble floor echoed through the foyer of the Andreas family residence. Darren stepped inside with ragged breathing and a dark aura surrounding his entire body. His gray suit was slightly rumpled, his tie loosened, and the dark look in his eyes conveyed an overwhelming anger that seemed ready to explode at any moment. He had just gone to Lyonna’s private apartment and found it empty. Without wasting any time, he immediately ordered his bodyguards to track the taxi his wife had taken that morning, which eventually led them to the gates of this Andreas family residence.Before the security guard could stop him, Darren had already shoved the main door open roughly.In the spacious living room, Mr. and Mrs. Andreas sat side by side on a long sofa. There was no surprise on either parent’s face when they saw the notoriously ruthless young CEO barging into their home. Instead, Lyonna’s father slowly placed his teacup on

Chapter 57The following days at the headquarters of Graham Corp passed in an atmosphere far colder than usual. The secretaries and upper-level directors chose to walk with extra caution along the corridors of the eighteenth floor, avoiding any potential outburst from the CEO, who lately seemed like a hungry lion that had lost its way.Darren sat in his executive chair behind the magnificent glass desk. His gaze was blank as he stared at the computer screen, but his mind drifted far back to his conversation with Viona at the nightclub several nights ago.“Come on... that’s just a normal threat. She’s only playing hard to get so that you’ll beg her. Lyonna loves you so much. There’s no way she could actually leave for good, right?”The words kept replaying in his mind, buzzing endlessly and poisoning his judgment. The more Darren thought about them, the more he became consumed by that foolish assumption. In the eyes of a man like Darren Graham, who was accustomed to being surrounded by

Chapter 59The roar of the Boeing 777's turbine engines that had just landed on the runway of John F. Kennedy International Airport hummed softly, blending with the hydraulic brakes gripping the asphalt. Inside the business-class cabin, the passengers began unfastening their seat belts as soon as the seat belt sign was switched off by the cabin crew.Lyonna let out a long breath, straightened the dark gray wool coat wrapped around her body, then reached for her leather carry-on bag in the overhead compartment.Her return to New York this time was neither an escape nor a sign that she missed the painful memories of the past. The international art gallery renovation project in Paris had been a huge success, suddenly requiring her to expand her network of partnerships with Southeast Asian gallery branches headquartered in New York. Reluctantly, for the sake of the professional career she was rebuilding from the ruins of her life, Lyonna had to set foot in this city once again—even if onl