Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

[ALEXANDER'S POV]Dr. Harrison's office smells like vanilla and lavender, which Mom says is supposed to make me feel calm, but mostly it just reminds me that I'm in therapy, which means everyone thinks there's something wrong with me. The walls are painted soft blue and there are toys in the corner even though I'm eight and way too old for toys, and Dr. Harrison always sits in the same chair with her notebook balanced on her knee, writing things down while I talk. I've been coming here every Tuesday for three months now, ever since everything happened with Sandra and the kidnapping and finding out that my whole life was basically a lie. Mom says therapy is supposed to help me process my feelings, which I guess means figuring out why I feel so confused all the time, why some days I wake up angry and other days I wake up sad and some days I don't feel anything at all.Today Dr. Harrison starts the session the way she always does, asking me how my week was and if anything important happe

**[JEFFREY'S POV]**The call from the county jail comes in at 11:47 AM, right in the middle of a client meeting, and the second I see "County Sheriff's Office" on my caller ID, my heart drops into my stomach because nothing good ever comes from a call like that. I excuse myself from the conference room, ignoring the confused looks from my colleagues, and answer the phone with my hand already shaking. The woman on the other end identifies herself as Deputy Martinez from the county jail, and she tells me that Alexander is there, that he came alone trying to visit Sandra Seaman, that they need a parent or guardian to come pick him up immediately. For a second I can't process what she's saying because it doesn't make sense—Alexander should be at school, safe and supervised, not at a county jail trying to visit the woman who kidnapped his mother.I'm in my car within five minutes, texting Alessia frantically as I drive because she needs to know what's happening, even though I know this new

[ALESSIA'S POV]I stand in the doorway watching Jeffrey's car disappear down the street until I can't see it anymore, until the red taillights fade into nothing and I'm left staring at an empty road that somehow feels like it's swallowing everything I've built over the past two years. My legs give out and I sink down onto the porch steps, not caring that it's cold or that the neighbors might see me crying, because nothing matters right now except the fact that the man I love just walked out because he doesn't think he's enough, because I've somehow made him feel like he's not essential when he's the most essential person in my entire world. I don't know how long I sit there, but eventually Davison comes out and sits next to me, pressing his small body against my side like he's trying to hold me together through sheer proximity."Is Dad coming back?" he asks quietly, and I can hear the tremor in his voice, the fear that he's trying so hard to hide because he thinks he needs to be brave

[ALESSIA POV]I shower and dress in record time, my hands shaking as I apply makeup to cover the evidence of last night's crying, and I'm pulling into the parking garage of David's office building forty-five minutes later. His receptionist ushers me straight into his office where he's sitting with another man I don't recognize, both of them wearing expressions that I can't quite read—serious but not devastated, concerned but not panicked."Alessia, thank you for coming so quickly. This is Marcus Webb from the DA's office." David gestures to the other man and I shake his hand, trying to place why that name sounds familiar. "He has some information about the case that we need to discuss."Marcus Webb clears his throat and pulls out a folder. "Mrs. Walker, I want to start by saying that this doesn't change the outcome of Sandra Seaman's case. She's already pleaded guilty and will be sentenced next week. But we've uncovered some additional information that you should be aware of." He paus

[ALESSIA POV] The next day crawls by with agonizing slowness, every hour stretching like taffy as I try to focus on work emails and household tasks while my mind spins through worst-case scenarios about the therapy session. What if Alexander changes his mind about what he wants? What if Dr. Harrison thinks I'm being selfish for not wanting Edward to have more custody? What if Jeffrey shows up and announces he's definitely leaving for good? By the time I need to leave to pick up Alexander from school, I'm so wound up with anxiety that my hands are shaking and I have to take three deep breaths before I can even start the car. Alexander is quiet on the drive to Dr. Harrison's office, staring out the window with that distant look he gets when he's thinking too hard about things that should be beyond his emotional pay grade. I want to reassure him, want to tell him that everything will be okay and we'll figure this out together, but I'm not sure I believe it myself so instead I just reac