I Don't Feel Pain, Only Betrayal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Around noon the next day, the digital home lock beeped. Julian walked in carrying an elegantly packaged takeout box. Rebecca followed behind him, wearing an oversized men's dress shirt. The hem barely covered the top of her thighs, and the collar hung open, exposing her collarbone and a delicate necklace I'd never seen before. She wasn't even wearing pants.Julian stopped in front of me. His gaze landed on the bandages wrapped around my arm, and he frowned slightly. "Are you still mad? Rebecca went all the way across town and waited in line for two hours to buy your favorite crab quiches. She wants to make it up to you."She really didn't mean it yesterday. She's just immature and thought it was funny. After she realized how badly you were hurt, she felt so guilty that she barely slept all night."Behind him, Rebecca lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers. Her expression was full of remorse and unease as she said, "Audrey, I'm sorry. I really was just curious. I didn't know

It was a gloomy July day. A typhoon had just swept through the city, and rain poured relentlessly.I sat in the living room. Beside me was a box of lemon cakes I'd bought for Mom. Suddenly, my phone on the coffee table began vibrating nonstop.I answered it. The voice on the other end was shaking."Ms. Sinclair, we're so sorry! After your mother woke up, she realized the blanket wasn't hers and completely lost control. She trashed the entire room, injured two caretakers, and then climbed over the back wall and escaped!"My mind went blank."What do you mean the blanket wasn't hers?""The dark gray one… The pattern was identical, but the moment Mrs. Sinclair touched it, she knew it wasn't hers. She kept screaming that it wasn't the right one, that it wasn't hers."There's a severe storm now, and the hillside behind the facility is at risk of landslides. All the surveillance cameras are down, and our staff can't get up there."I stopped listening. My fingers were already dialing

Julian shoved Rebecca to the ground, his voice colder than ice."Get out! From today on, you won't land another acting job in this city. You won't be able to borrow a single cent. I want you to pay a price you'll never be able to afford for every little joke you've ever played."Rebecca collapsed on the floor, crying so hard her makeup streaked down her face. She reached for the leg of his pants and begged, "Julian, I was wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen…"He kicked her hand away, then strode into the bedroom, the door slamming behind him. Slowly, he slid down the door, sinking to the floor. The two crumpled sheets of paper remained in his hands.He bowed his head, resting his forehead against his knees. His shoulders began to shake violently.For the first time, Julian finally understood what pain felt like.After listening to the story, I thanked Dr. Wilson and ended the call.Outside the window, the warm, humid breeze of the south drifted through the air.I glanced do

Julian's voice was trembling."Come back with me. I'll transfer every share I own to you. I'll spend the rest of my life by your side."He laid out what he believed were his most valuable bargaining chips—stocks, wealth, and a future with him. Like a gamble throwing down his last cards, he was convinced there was no way I'd refuse.I reached beneath the counter and picked up a small knife I used for trimming fragrance ingredients. Slowly, I spun it once between my fingers. The blade gleamed coldly under the warm light."You punished Rebecca? You're the one who took the blanket. You're the one who went to a concert with someone else while my mom ran screaming into a storm."I pointed the knife at him and continued, "Julian Prescott, the most disgusting thing about you is that you always think you control everyone's limits. You're not here to make amends. You just can't stand the fact that the pet you kept in a cage finally grew claws."The color drained from his face. His lips mov

The yarn spilled across the counter, tangled and mismatched in color.It was what remained of my attempt to knit a replacement blanket after Mom died. I had knitted and unraveled it, then knitted it again. Eventually, I realized that some things could copy a shape but never the soul.After a long while, Julian closed the case. He didn't argue or beg. He simply held the case in his arms and backed out of the shop.When he reached the steps outside, he stumbled, like a hollow shell without a soul. The wind chime continued ringing behind him long after he'd gone.I lowered my head and continued blending essential oils.The timer on my bracelet vibrated, reminding me to check my skin.…A month later, early in the morning, when I opened the shop and stepped outside to sweep the entrance, I saw an envelope on the front step. There was no name on it. Inside, there was a bank card and a handwritten note. The handwriting was messy, as though the writer's hand had been trembling."Aud