A Young Heart White as Frost のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The video chronicled the nine years Yates and Yvette had spent together.There was footage from high school, when he'd injured himself playing basketball. Yvette had scolded him through reddened eyes, telling him it served him right for being so careless, even as she gently cleaned his wound and applied antiseptic.Another clip showed Yates receiving an award at a college speech competition. Yvette was watching him from the audience, her eyes shining with pride, brighter than the stage lights above him.Then came the stolen moments from their secret dates, when he'd tease her until she dissolved into giggles and playfully punched his shoulder.There was their wedding day, the moment a tear of happiness slipped down her cheek as she stood before the priest and said, "I do."And there were countless little glimpses of their everyday life. The concentration on her face as she played the piano. The quiet contentment of curling up on the couch with a book. The way she'd pretend to be angry

The demanding ex-wife he'd once discarded without a second thought had, over nine years, become as much a part of him as his own flesh and blood.Her pride, her talent, the way she'd depended on him, even her occasional tantrums. All of it had become an inseparable part of his life.And the gentle, devoted woman he'd chosen in her place? The peaceful happiness he'd imagined finding with Claire had been nothing more than a beautiful lie he'd told himself.Now that the illusion had shattered, all that remained was endless emptiness and crushing regret, and it was too late to change anything.The Yvette Chandler who'd once loved him with all her heart had died in that fire, destroyed by his own hands.What remained was Yates Prescott, a hollow shell of a man, trapped in a prison of his own making, condemned to spend the rest of his life suffering the unbearable agony of a regret that had come far too late.Time did nothing to ease the emptiness inside him. Instead, his belated regret and

Every person Yates contacted either politely refused to help or hung up on him.Finally, one friend grew so tired of his relentless calls that he gave him a number."This is the public contact number for Yvette's studio. Whatever you want, you can call them yourself."Yates seized on the number like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline and dialed it immediately.A young woman's voice answered, calm and professional."Hello, Yvette Chandler's studio. How may I help you?""I need to speak to Yvette! This is Yates Prescott!"There was a brief pause before the woman replied, her tone polite but unmistakably distant."I'm sorry, Mr. Prescott. Ms. Chandler has an extremely busy schedule, and she's explicitly instructed us not to accept any personal communications from you. If you're interested in a business collaboration, please email the studio. For anything else, you'll need to contact her attorney. Goodbye."The call disconnected.The dial tone felt like a slap across Yates's face.Yvet

"Mr. Prescott," Yvette said, her voice as cold and clear as water flowing from a mountain spring. "Have some dignity."Every word struck Yates's already frayed nerves.She paused, glancing at him and then at Claire, whose face had gone deathly pale. The faint contempt in her smile deepened."You and I have had nothing left to say to each other since the day you had me and our unborn child thrown from the fifth floor."With that, she turned away without another glance at him and slipped her arm through Liam's. Together, they walked gracefully into the crowd, looking perfectly suited to each other and leaving Yates behind without a second thought.He stood frozen, his arm still extended where he'd been holding her wrist. All that remained against his fingertips was a cold, hollow emptiness.Around him, people were struggling to suppress their laughter. Some looked at him with pity, others with open contempt, and every glance felt like another needle piercing his skin.He looked at Claire

As Yates listened to Margaret recount the horrifying truth, his drunken haze vanished almost instantly.A chill swept through him, leaving him feeling as though he'd been plunged into freezing water.He'd always thought Claire was merely petty and greedy. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined she was capable of such unspeakable cruelty toward Yvette.What's more, he'd been completely oblivious to it all.Worse still, he'd repeatedly hurt and tormented Yvette for the sake of that vicious woman!The thought of everything Yvette had suffered, the pain and despair she'd endured, made his heart feel as though it were being torn apart by a thousand hands. He could barely breathe.His disgust and hatred for Claire had never been greater.Yates shot up from the couch and stormed into the bedroom, where he grabbed Claire and violently hauled her out of bed."Ah!" Claire woke with a terrified scream. She stared at his contorted face in horror. "Yates... what are you doing?!"He looked at h