The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

My father. The words seemed to tear through the chapel. I looked at Marcus Hale, waiting for him to take them back. He didn’t. Adrian moved closer to me. Where is he? Marcus glanced toward the chapel doors. He’s Gone. My breath caught. Then why did you say he was coming? Because he wanted you to think he was.A bitter laugh escaped me. Another game. No. Marcus shook his head. This is the first time I’m telling you the truth. I looked down at Nate. He was still gripping my hand. Where is Noah? At home. Safe. I said that before. I searched Marcus’s face. How do I know that? You don’t.Adrian stepped forward. Then prove it. Marcus pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward us. A live security feed appeared. Noah was sitting on the living room sofa with one of the house guards beside him. He looked frightened, but he was unharmed. My knees almost gave way. Noah.He looked toward the camera. Mommy? The sound came through the phone. I’m here, sweetheart.His little face crumpled wit

The missing page changed everything. I kept staring at the empty space in the folder, as if the name we needed might somehow appear if I looked hard enough. Who arranged our marriage? I asked. Marcus didn’t answer. Adrian did— My father. I turned toward him. You’re sure? He nodded slowly. But I don’t know why. That wasn’t enough for me anymore. After five years of fear, lies, and missing pieces, I couldn’t accept another half-answer. Then we find out. Adrian looked at me. Together! The word settled somewhere deep inside me. Five years ago, I would have laughed at the idea. Now it frightened me more than being alone. Marcus closed the folder. There may be another copy. Where? At Blackwood House. My stomach tightened. The blue room? Marcus shook his head. Not the blue room. The original family archive. I looked at Adrian. You never told me there was another archive. Because I didn’t know. Marcus studied him. Your father made sure you didn’t. Adrian’s expression hardened. Then le

The lock clicked behind us, I turned. The archive door had sealed shut. Noah was pressed against me. Nate stood beside Adrian, clutching his father’s hand. Caleb remained near the shelves, staring at the darkness beyond the door. Adrian pulled his phone from his pocket. No signal. Marcus tried his. Same. We were trapped. I should have panicked. Instead, I looked at the document still lying open on the table. Remove Elena if necessary. Someone had locked us inside the very room containing the truth. Maybe that was exactly what they wanted. Elena, Adrian said quietly. I looked at him. Stay with the boys. And you? I’m finding another way out. He moved toward the shelves. I caught his wrist. No. He looked back. You’re not doing this alone. Something changed in his expression. Five years ago, I would have followed him because I was afraid of losing him. Now I followed because I refused to lose myself again. Marcus was examining the walls. There has to be a secondary entrance. Caleb

The maternity facility was forty minutes away. Adrian drove with his hands on the wheel. My sister sat in the back beside Marcus, while I sat beside Adrian, staring at the document that had given us a destination.Room 317. Ethan.Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Adrian asked. I looked at him. Tomorrow is our fifth anniversary. His eyes met mine. I know. If the trust activates tomorrow, then whatever they planned will happen whether we are ready or not.His jaw tightened. Then we make sure they don’t get the chance. His hand covered mine. The touch surprised me. Five years ago, I had wanted that hand to hold me. Instead, I had run from the man attached to it.Now I understood how carefully someone had stolen those years from us. The facility appeared through the darkness. It looked abandoned. Broken windows lined the upper floors. Weeds had swallowed the entrance path. A rusted sign hung above the doors, the hospital name barely visible beneath layers of dirt.Adrian stopped

The boy stood behind the glass with Adrian’s eyes.I knew those eyes. I had seen them reflected in Noah and Nate every morning for five years. I had seen them in Adrian when he looked at me, when he was angry, when he was trying not to show how much he hurt. But this boy was smaller, Infact too thin.His dark hair fell over his forehead, and one hand rested against the glass as if he was afraid we might disappear. My heart broke before I even heard him speak. “Mommy?” I pressed my palm against the glass. “Ethan.”The name left me like a wound opening. Adrian stopped beside me. For the first time since I had known him, the billionaire who could control entire companies looked completely helpless. His fingers touched the glass. The boy stared at him. “Daddy?”Adrian closed his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek. I had imagined this moment for five years. I had imagined holding my missing son, hearing his voice, telling him I had never abandoned him. I had never imagined Adrian would be