Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER 12The journey home from the hospital felt quieter than usual. Tatiana sat in the car with her hands folded in her lap.She turned toward the window. The scenery outside blurred past, but her thoughts kept returning to what had happened at the hospital earlier that day, the tense moments when she had undergone a procedure to conceive a child with a man who had never truly spoken to her. Then there was her encounter with Matthew and Oktavia.Tatiana let out a quiet breath.After a while, the car finally entered the expansive grounds of the Moreira residence. The magnificent building looked just as cold and intimidating as it had the first time she arrived. As soon as the car door opened, Claire got out and helped Tatiana down.Tatiana walked slowly toward the main entrance. The pain in her abdomen had not completely faded, forcing her to move carefully. However, before they could reach the sitting room, the aroma of food drifted from the dining room.Madam Viviane was sitting al

CHAPTER 14The words still hung in the air.No one in the room dared to move. Not even Oktavia, whose satisfaction from a moment ago had completely vanished from her face.Tatiana turned back to the fireplace.Without a word, she knelt down in front of it again. The flames had already died down to a weak flicker, leaving behind nothing but heat and ruin. Carefully, she reached into the ash. Her fingers brushed against the blackened edges of what used to be a canvas, still warm enough to sting her skin. She did not care.Piece by piece, she gathered whatever remained. A curled corner of the frame. A few crumbling scraps of fabric, the color long gone. Ash clung to her fingertips, to her palms, to the hem of her sleeves.This was all that was left of her mother.Tatiana took the handkerchief from her bag and wrapped the fragments inside it, as carefully as if they were something alive. Then she stood.She did not look at Clarisse.She did not look at Oliver.She did not look at Oktavia.

CHAPTER 16The mansion woke all at once.Footsteps pounded down the hallway. The door burst open before Tatiana could even step away from the bed. Claire came in first, breathless, her eyes already searching the room.“Mrs. Moreira? What happened?”“His hand.” Tatiana pointed, her own fingers still trembling. “He moved. I felt it. I swear I felt it.”Claire did not waste time asking whether she was certain. She went straight to Rafael’s side and leaned over him.Viviane arrived only seconds later. She had not even finished tying her robe. For a woman who always looked composed, she looked almost undone now.“What is it?” Viviane’s voice was sharp. “What happened to him?”“He moved, Madam,” Claire said quickly. “Mrs. Moreira said his fingers moved.”Viviane’s gaze snapped to Tatiana.Before Viviane could say anything else, the doctor entered, already pulling on a pair of gloves. Two nurses followed behind him with a small cart of equipment.“Everyone, please give me space,” the doctor

CHAPTER 18Tatiana had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Rafael’s face the moment he found her in that room. Not the peaceful one she had watched for months. The other one. Awake. Sharp. Full of a name that was not hers.Claire came in while Tatiana was still sitting in front of the mirror, staring at a version of herself that looked calmer than she felt.“Madam Viviane wants you downstairs,” Claire said.Tatiana looked at her through the glass. “The hospital?”Claire shook her head. “Not yet. After breakfast. She changed the schedule.”“Why?”Claire hesitated. “Mr. Moreira refused the morning nurse.”Tatiana turned around. “What does that have to do with me?”Claire’s mouth pressed together, as if she already disliked the answer. “Madam said if he is going to treat this house like a battlefield,

CHAPTER 20The next morning, Rafael didn’t ask for the therapist. He asked for a name.“Alma Prescott.” His voice was still rough from months of silence, but there was nothing weak in the way he said it. “I want her address. Her number. Anything you have.”Claire stood at the foot of the bed with a tray in her hands. She did not set it down. “Mr. Moreira, Madam Viviane left instructions—” “I never ask for my mom’s instructions.”Claire’s fingers tightened around the tray. “You woke up two days ago. The doctor said your body is not ready for—” “Claire.” She stopped. Rafael looked at her the way a man looked at a door that refused to open. “If you won’t help me, find someone who will.”Tatiana heard the last part from the hallway.She had come to bring a change of water and the list the therapist left behind.