Nine Years Then Goodbye のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Amelia’s POV….....My phone buzzed on the side table, I had just got off the phone with my husband. It was our ninth year anniversary but Shawn had to go for a business meeting at Las Vegas but he said he will make up for it , he always do.A message lit up my screen. It was from our class group, I opened it absent mindedly, it was Shawn my husband and Eva my best friend together.Eva was putting on red lingerie and Shawn's hands were wrapped around her waist , while my best friend smiled at the camera as if she had no reason to feel guilty. I stared at the picture, clinging to the desperate hope that everything I had seen was just a hallucination and that none of it was real. Several messages from my classmates followed.“I guess they share everything.”“She’s so generous ““Wow, your husband and your best friend? This is getting interesting.”“Maybe there’s more to this picture than we know.”Followed by several Emojis, I stared at the messages, my fingers frozen over the screen.A

I didn't almost stand up, I wiped my tears with my trembling hands and walked towards the door. When I opened it , my heart stopped .It’s Eva, coat on - suitcase in one of her hands and handbag on the other hand. My gaze fixed on hers..“What are you doing here?”I came for him," Eva said a smug taunting smile played on her lips, "my baby."I stared at the suitcase, then at Eva’s face waiting for the punchline that didn't come."You're joking," I said."I'm not." Eva picked up the suitcase like this was the most reasonable thing in the world and walked in looking everywhere as though she was searching for something.“Get out of my house, Eva”“ Your house, really?”Upstairs, a door opened. Shawn appeared at the top of the stairs, and for the first time all night, he looked something other than certain. He looked at Eva. He looked at the suitcase. He looked at me."Eva, what are you doing—"“I'm moving in, baby”“ Moving in?”“Yes, after all this is going to be my home opps this is my

She slowly removed another document from the folder.“There is something you need to understand before we file.”My stomach tightened. “What?”“According to these documents, you are not listed as a beneficiary or co-owner of several of the properties you believed belonged to both of you.”I found it hard to believe what I had just heard “What do you mean?”She turned the document toward me. “The house you lived in, the investment accounts, and two of the company's properties were transferred into separate entities before your husband filed the necessary documents.”My mouth went dry.“But we built those things together.”“I understand,” she said gently. “But legally, you don't have any right to claim them as yours”I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “No. We were married for nine years. Surely I'm entitled to something.”My throat tightened. I turned my face away before the lawyer could see me break; he didn't even think of Claire, our daughter.“You may have marital claims depen

I drove straight to Shawn’s house.The familiar gates opened slowly, revealing the house I had called home for nine years. Nothing had changed. The trimmed hedges, the stone pathway, even the porch light I had once complained about replacing still stood exactly where it had always been.I parked my car and sat behind the wheel for a moment, staring at the front door. This was the place where Claire had taken her first steps. The place where Sean and I had celebrated our first anniversary, built our business from nothing, and promised each other that we would grow old together.I pushed the door open without knocking, the sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks.Eva, my childhood best friend, was sitting beside Shawn with her head resting comfortably on his lap. His fingers were tangled in her hair, moving through it with a tenderness I hadn't felt from him in months.For a moment, neither of them moved.“Wow, Shawn , just wow” a slow, bitter smile spread across my face as I bega