No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 148

Everyone is baffled by Kayla’s sudden insertion into every single conversation. It is not loud or dramatic, but constant, like she is threading herself into every pause, every breath. Even Jim can feel the tension thickening around them, pressing against his chest. His jaw tightens, his fingers flex at his sides, but he says nothing. He looks trapped, caught between the familiar weight of his family and the presence beside him that refuses to fade into the background. His hands are tied, and the realization makes his shoulders slump slightly.In the meantime, Dawn and Travis have headed to their apartment.The moment the door shuts behind them with a soft click, the noise of the house disappears. The silence inside feels heavier, sharper. Travis notices immediately. Dawn’s steps slow, the frown lines between her eyebrows. Her shoulders are stiff, her lips pressed into a thin line. She does not put Asher down right away, holding him closer than usual, as if grounding herself through h

The reaction is immediate.Kayla’s sob breaks out the moment the question hangs in the air, loud and raw, as if someone has just struck her. She cries hard, shoulders shaking violently, the sound sharp and desperate, like grief that has nowhere to go. It is excessive, almost theatrical, but convincing enough to make the servants pause behind the doorway.“I can’t believe this,” she cries, pressing a hand to her chest as if her heart might shatter. “I can’t believe you’re doubting me like this. You are supposed to be my side..”Her tear-filled eyes lift and lock onto Dawn, narrowing just a fraction before widening again, wounded. “Don’t you think it’s strange?” she continues, her voice trembling. “She suddenly decides I’m not pregnant the moment I walk into this family?”She points shakily toward Dawn. “Are you taking revenge on me?” Her voice rises. “Is it because I said I would be your sister-in-law? Or is it because I talked about you being Travis’s replacement bride?”The words hit

After sending Kayla to the medical room despite her protests, Jim walks out of the room. His steps are slow, uneven, as if the weight of everything that just happened has finally settled on his shoulders. The door clicks shut behind him, muffling Kayla’s distant voice, and the sound makes him flinch. Mrs Ericson stands a few steps away, her posture rigid, her expression cold enough to chill the air around her. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, eyes sharp and unforgiving. Travis and Dawn stand nearby, side by side, both quiet, both alert. Dawn’s fingers are still curled slightly, as if she hasn’t fully relaxed since the knife incident, while Travis’s stance remains protective, shoulders squared. “All of you, come with me,” Mrs Ericson says, turning on her heel without waiting for a response. She heads toward the spa room, pushing the door open with decisive force. The soft lighting inside contrasts sharply with the tension following them in. The employees who are cleaning the a

It feels like life has decided not to slow down for them at all, as if the house itself has been strapped into another violent turn of a rollercoaster it never agreed to ride. The days that follow are heavy, thick with unspoken fear and exhaustion. Dawn barely sleeps. Every sound makes her flinch. She checks on Asher far more than necessary, sometimes standing by his crib long after he has fallen asleep, her hand hovering over his chest just to make sure he is breathing. Travis never comments on it. He simply stays close, a silent wall at her back, his presence steady and unwavering. Jim becomes a ghost in his own home. He answers when spoken to, nods when required, but otherwise retreats into himself. The guilt sits on him like a physical weight, dragging his shoulders down, hollowing out his eyes. No one presses him. There is nothing left to say that would undo what has already happened. Mrs Ericson responds the only way she knows how. She tightens everything. Security is double