The Billionaire Substitute Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 36

Olivia’s POV I was just trying to surprise him. Leonard had left early that morning, quiet, soft, like he didn’t want to wake me. He kissed my cheek gently, lingering just long enough to make me believe the moment meant something. Then he was gone, leaving behind the scent of his cologne. So I decided I’d make him lunch. His favorite, homemade pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and cream. Something warm. Something that said, I’m here. I’m yours. We’re okay. I was humming to myself as I padded barefoot down the hallway, still in my robe, the fabric brushing my legs. My phone sat in my pocket. One hand cradled my abdomen without thinking. It had become second nature. A quiet, instinctive gesture. Protective. I turned the corner toward the pantry, already thinking about the spices. And stopped. She was there. Elena. Standing just outside the guest room, her cane resting lightly against the floor. Perfectly still. Like a statue. Like she’d been waiting. Her head turned sl

Leonard’s POVI could still see her.Olivia.The way she looked at me, eyes glistening, lips quivering, her whole body trembling like she was barely holding herself together.Like if I looked too hard, she’d crack and fall to pieces at my feet.That look would haunt me for the rest of my life.And yet here I was, driving Elena to her hospital appointment, while Olivia stood in that house, bleeding silently.Beside me, Elena sat like ice.Perfect. Poised. Fragile.Her white blouse was buttoned to the collar. Her cane rested gently against the console. And her face? Calm. Like she hadn’t just been accused of gutting the woman I loved with her words.But I couldn’t leave it alone.Not with the way Olivia had looked at me. Like I’d just let her drown.My hand tightened on the steering wheel, thumb flexing over the leather. The silence pressed against my ears.“Elena,” I said.She turned her head slightly, lashes fluttering as if I’d just roused her from thought. “Hmm?”I swallowed the lum

Elena’s POVThe bathroom lights were too bright.Everything in here was too bright, too clean, too white, too… quiet. I stood in front of the mirror, gripping the edges of the porcelain sink like it could hold me together. My breath fogged the glass faintly, but I couldn’t even see my reflection.Just vague shapes. Blurs.Shadows.I leaned in, squinting hard, searching for the outline of my face, the curve of my lips, the pink around my tear-swollen eyes. But there was nothing.Just a smudge of a girl who used to exist.“Come on,” I whispered to myself, breath trembling. “Come on. Don’t fall apart.”But I already had.My mascara was everywhere. My blouse was wrinkled and damp near the collar. My cane rested against the wall, forgotten for a moment as I pressed both hands to my stomach and tried to calm the burning ache that had bloomed inside me like wildfire.You promised me.You said it would be temporary. You said she was just a substitute.Didn’t you?Didn’t you?My mind kept rep