My Endless Sorrow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Just as I finished speaking, Lucas's call came through. His tone was as lazy as ever, yet laced with unmistakable irritation. "Still alive? If you are, come by the villa. Vanessa and I ran out of the usual brand we use, and I can’t stand anything else. You know what I like, right? Bring it over. I’ll send you the address." Before I could respond, he hung up. Moments later, my phone buzzed with a message—an address. In the past, I would have swallowed every ounce of pain and humiliation, dragging myself to complete whatever task Lucas threw at me—out of guilt, out of some desperate attempt to lessen his resentment toward me. But not anymore. Without a thought, I opened a delivery app and hired a courier. My best friend set down the bowl of porridge she’d been holding, her eyes red as she tucked the blanket around me. "Lily, why are you still holding on to Lucas? How much more does he want? How long is he going to keep torturing you? Does he want to drive you to the edge?

Lucas froze as an awkward smile appeared on his face.“Divorce certificate? What are you talking about?” Leaning in, his gaze landed on the bold words "Divorce Agreement" printed at the top of the document. Below, his name and Lily’s stood out starkly. Snatching up the agreement, he crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash, irritation flickering across his features. “Mom, didn’t you hate Lily the most? Why are you suddenly teaming up with her to pull this stunt?” Anger surged through him, and with a swift kick, he sent the trash can tumbling over. “Where is she? Tell her to come out and face me! Does she really think she can just walk away and wipe her hands clean of Grandma’s death? Who is she trying to fool?” He shot his mother a sharp look. “And you actually believe her? Do you really think she wants a divorce? This is all an act! Do you think signing a few papers lets her off the hook? Her debt isn’t paid—not even close!” Lucas let out a cold laugh, ra

The younger children finished their classes early, and after their afternoon nap, their parents arrived one by one to pick them up. I was tidying up the classroom when I turned around and saw Lucas standing in the doorway. His expression was cold and unreadable. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. "Look at the life you're living now, Lily! You left me, left the Kingstons, for this? “You threw away everything to look after children in a place like this? If you love kids so much, we could have had our own! “If you want to teach, you could have just asked me—I could have arranged a position for you at a top school! “Enough of this nonsense. Come back with me. You've made your point, haven’t you?" His arrogance made my head throb. I yanked my wrist free. "I'm not going back," I said calmly. Lucas stared at me, his gaze sharp and searching. Then suddenly, he laughed. "You don’t understand your situation, do you? You're a murderer. You should be gra