Reborn With A Survival Space のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Ivy sat up so fast her head spun. Sunlight , ordinary, yellow, morning sunlight , was coming through the blinds of the bedroom she and Julian had shared before he moved into the guest room "for work reasons" two months before the divorce papers. Her wedding ring was on the nightstand, not gone the way she'd flung it that awful night. Her phone screen read a date that made her stomach drop.Three months before the anniversary dinner. Three months before Julian's confession. Three months before the sky went wrong.She wasn't dreaming. She could feel the ache in her healed-over car-accident wrist, the phantom shape of the guardrail. She remembered everything , the affair Julian hadn't confessed yet, the divorce he hadn't filed yet, and the disaster the news wouldn't start covering for another eleven weeks, right up until the day the power grids failed and the riots started and half the country ran out of food inside a month.*I'm back,* she thought. *I know what's coming. And this time,

The eviction notice went out to Selina's boutique on a Tuesday, and by Thursday, the whole story had already twisted itself into something Ivy hadn't planned but wasn't going to correct."Some mystery landlord just pulled the lease out from under her," Julian's cousin Brianne said at brunch, loud enough for half the café to hear. "Selina's convinced it's Julian's ex-wife's family, if you can believe it. Apparently they still own half of downtown."Ivy's family didn't own anything downtown. Ivy did, now, through the shell company, but nobody at that table would ever trace a struggling housewife to a real estate holding with a name like Ashgrove Commercial Partners. She sipped her coffee and let Brianne keep talking."She's devastated," Brianne added, with the particular relish of someone who wasn't. "Julian had to cosign a new lease just to keep her from losing the whole collection.""Good", Ivy thought. "Let him pay for it twice".She didn't feel guilty. In her first life, Selina had

Selina showed up at Ivy's apartment three days after the dinner, no makeup, mascara already smudged like she'd been crying in the car the whole way over."You did this," Selina said, before Ivy had even opened the door all the way. "The lease. The Cayman account. You've been planning this for months.""I don't know what you're talking about," Ivy said, and stepped back to let her in anyway, because some petty, satisfied part of her wanted to watch this up close.Selina's boutique had lost two more investors since the dinner. Julian's mother, humiliated in front of her own guest list, had stopped taking Selina's calls entirely, no interest in welcoming a pregnant mistress into the family once the whole story had curdled into public embarrassment instead of a quiet, respectable scandal."He's not even helping me anymore," Selina said, sinking onto Ivy's couch uninvited. "His lawyer says the Cayman account might get him charged with something. His mother won't return my calls. I gave up

The first sinkhole made the local news on a Tuesday. By Thursday, three more had opened across the state, and by the following week it was national ,a strange, spreading phenomenon nobody could explain, swallowing empty lots and a stretch of highway outside the city with no warning and no survivors to interview.Ivy watched the coverage from Kingsley's office, feet tucked under her on his couch like she'd been coming here for years instead of five weeks."Five weeks left," she said quietly. "This is when it starts being impossible to ignore. Give it two more weeks and people will start calling it a pattern instead of a coincidence."Kingsley didn't look away from the screen. "My board finally believes me. Wish it hadn't taken actual holes opening in the ground to do it.""They'll believe you completely in about ten days," Ivy said. "Right before the stock market has its first real scare."He glanced at her, the same look he always gave her when she said something with that particular,