The Revenge Of The Billionaire's Ex Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The darkness wasn’t empty. It swirled with the echo of the shock, the scent of something metallic, and the lingering sweetness of ice cream. Then, a jolt. Not a fall, but a sudden stop.My eyes fluttered open. The first thing I saw was a blurred face, leaning close. The features sharpened, and my breath hitched. It was him. Tristan. But the playful smile was gone, replaced by a grim line.“Valerie?” His voice was rough, strained, a sound I hadn’t heard in years except in my dreams.My head swam. The dream, the blackout, and now this. Him. Here.“Tristan?” I whispered, the name a fragile question.He nodded, a tight movement. “Yeah, Val. It’s me.”I stared at him, my mind a chaotic mess. How? Why?“But… the fire,” I stammered, my voice raspy. “You… you died.”Tristan’s jaw tightened. “That’s what they wanted you to think.”They? Who were they? The questions piled on top of each other, heavy and confusing.“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to push myself up, but my body felt

I sat quietly in the hospital room, holding Khloe’s tiny hand. Her small fingers wrapped around mine tightly, like she didn’t want to let go. I looked at her peaceful face and felt my heart ache. She was so little, so fragile. Seeing her hurt made me feel scared and helpless. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. I just wanted her to be okay.The bright lights above made everything seem colder. The white walls looked plain and boring. The monitor next to her bed beeped softly, showing her tiny chest rising and falling. The nurse said she was stable now, but she still needed rest. And I needed to rest too. My mind was tired. My heart was heavy with worry.I kept thinking about what had happened. Tristan was alive. Somehow, I couldn’t believe it. I had thought he was gone in the fire. But now, I wasn’t so sure. I remembered the strange messages and gifts he sent, the words he wrote to me, telling me he still loved me. I wondered if he was really alive or if someone was playing a

The next few days were the hardest I had ever faced. Every morning, I woke up with the same heavy feeling in my chest. Khloe was still in the hospital, waiting for a donor. The doctors kept searching, calling other hospitals, checking databases. But it was taking time. I wanted to believe she would get better soon, but deep down, I knew it could take longer than I hoped.Each day, I sat by her side, holding her tiny hand, whispering softly to her. I told her how much I loved her, how brave she was. Sometimes, she would open her eyes and look at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I could see her trying to smile, even through all her pain. That made me cry sometimes. I wanted her to be happy, to run and play again, to be a normal little girl. But right now, all I could do was wait and hope.The hospital staff was kind, but I could see the worry in their faces. They were doing everything they could, but they told me the truth—this was a difficult situation. Finding a matching kidney was

The days that followed Khloe’s surgery blurred into a whirl of emotions, fears, and tentative hopes. Each morning, I awoke with a pounding heart, the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on my chest. The sterile scent of the hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of monitors, and the soft hum of machines became my constant companions. Yet, despite the clinical environment, my mind was elsewhere—focused on Khloe’s fragile body and the man who had once been part of our lives but now seemed distant, haunted by regret.Khloe remained weak but showed signs of gradual recovery. Her tiny cheeks, once flushed with vitality, looked pallid, and her tiny chest rose and fell with labored breaths. But there was a flicker of resilience in her small face—a silent testament to her fighting spirit. I held onto each small victory: her eyelids fluttering open briefly, her tiny fingers clutching at my hand, the faintest smile that flickered across her lips when I whispered words of comfort.Days stretched

After I saw the shadow and heard the whisper, I felt very scared. I could not move my body. My heart was beating very fast. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. I looked around the room. Everything was dark. I tried to breathe slowly, but it was hard. My mind was full of fear.Suddenly, I remembered Khloe. I thought about her small face and bright eyes. I had to be strong for her. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I told myself, “I am not alone. I am strong. I will get through this.”Slowly, I reached for my phone. It was right beside me on the bed. My hands shook, but I managed to grab it. I pressed the button to call Tristan. I wanted him to help me. But the line was dead. No sound. Just static. I tried again. Still no sound. I felt my tears come. I was so scared.Then, I saw the shadow again. It moved closer. I could see it better now. It was dark and blurry, like a cloud. I couldn’t see a face or any shape. Just darkness. I wanted to run, but I was frozen. The whisper