My Husband Divorced Me For His "Dying" Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Ivy"She's alive, Ivy!""Who?""Celeste."The box almost slipped out of my hands. I caught it against my stomach.Adrian hadn't taken his coat off. Rain dripped from the hem onto the rug, and he didn't notice. He didn't notice the candles either, or the table, or the dress I'd bought for tonight."Celeste..?" I repeated. "Adrian, Celeste drowned seven years ago. You buried an empty coffin.""Someone pulled her out of the water." he said, his breath coming fast and defensive before I’d even said a word. "She's been in a clinic in Geneva this whole time. She didn't want me to see her sick.""Sick?""She has Cancer. It's severe and has spread across her body. They've given her six months." He finally looked at me. "And she wants to spend them as my wife."I stared at him."Wha... what?" I actually laughed a little, because it had to be a joke. "Adrian, I don't... I don't understand. A woman from your past comes back from the dead and wants to be your wife? You have a wife. I'm standing r

Celeste hugged me.She let go of Adrian, came up three steps like they were nothing, and threw her arms around my neck.Her perfume hit me so hard I almost gagged. Lily and tuberose, way too much of it. And under it, faint as a whisper, cigarette smoke."I've wanted to meet you for so long," she said into my hair. "Adrian told me everything in the car. You've been so good to him." She squeezed. "Thank you for keeping him safe for me."‘For me.’"Welcome home," I said.She pulled back and held both my hands, smiling like we were old friends. Then she swayed. Hand to her forehead. A tiny, brave little laugh.Adrian was up the steps in two strides. "Easy. I've got you.""Don't fuss, darling. I'm fine." She leaned back into him and looked up at him, and he looked down at her, and the rest of us just stood there. Twenty-two staff and me, all staring at the gravel.The driver brought a wheelchair. She sat in it, and Adrian pushed her himself through the front doors, bending down every few s

Ivy"If that bottle reaches the princess smelling like wet cardboard, Henri, we're finished in Europe. Finished! Do you hear me?"Felix was pacing the workroom in his shirtsleeves, phone to his ear, glasses shoved up into his gray hair. It was six in the morning. He hadn't heard me come up the stairs."I don't care what the lab says, I can smell it from here, and I have a cold..." He turned around and saw me in the doorway with my suitcase. He stopped. "Henri. I'll call you back."He hung up.Neither of us said anything for a second.The long oak bench down the middle of the room was a mess. Paper strips, beakers, three cold coffees. Shelves from floor to ceiling, about eight hundred little brown bottles, every label written by my dad or me.It smelled like home.Felix looked at my face. Then the suitcase. Then my left hand. No ring."I'll.. I’ll put the kettle on," he said.From the street, this place is nothing. A bookbinder's shop run by an old man named Aurelio who has never asked