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Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You Chapter 139
Sebastian “Lena's gone.” The words didn’t hit at first, they slid into the room like smoke, quiet and deadly. I blinked, trying to process. “Wait… what? Mom, what the hell are you talking about?” My mother was pacing the living room like a caged animal, her silk robe dragging across the polished floor. Her hands shook as she clutched her phone like it was a lifeline. “She called me last night,” she stammered, voice high, frantic. “She said she was with Olivia. But this morning, nothing. Then Julian…” She froze, her throat tightening before she forced the words out. “Julian called me. He said he has Lena. And he gave me twenty-four hours to get you to sign the divorce papers.” My stomach lurched. I shot to my feet so fast the chair scraped back with a screech. “What?” “He sounded… cold, Sebastian. I know Julian’s cruelty, this wasn’t bluff. If you don’t do something, he’ll hurt her.” A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and humorless. “Lena’s his daughter too. He wouldn’t—” “Do
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Kaylee New York had always been loud, horns blaring, headlights flashing, sidewalks choking with people who acted like the city belonged to them. But beneath all that chaos, there was another noise I couldn’t un-hear once I noticed it: the silent hum of surveillance. Cameras were everywhere. And then the realization hit me like a sucker punch, if every street corner had an eye, then the Red Carpet gala from last month definitely had them too. Which meant that maybe, just maybe, the cameras had captured her. The masked model. The one who had stolen my night. The one who had stolen everything. I shifted in the backseat of the van, tapping my nails against the cracked leather while glaring at the guy sitting across from me. My hacker. My last resort. Hoodie pulled up, laptop screen casting him in blue light, fingers flying over the keys like he’d done this dance a million times. “Didn’t your best friend’s parents just die?” he asked casually, not even looking up. “Shouldn’t you be
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“You won’t be alone when you do,” Lena murmured, her voice low but fierce. “We’ll catch you before you hit the ground.” The quiet that followed wasn’t the suffocating, coffin-lid kind—it was softer this time, like a blanket laid over a wound. I didn’t hold back anymore. The tears spilled hot and fast, each one prying apart the iron band that had been squeezing my chest for days. “Okay,” I breathed, barely audible even to myself. “Take me to them.” Sebastian’s mother turned from the window, her face a careful blend of gentleness and steel. “We’ll go in the morning,” she said. “Tonight, you rest. You’ll need every ounce of strength you can get.” I nodded, slower this time, letting the weight of her words settle over me. “Thank you… both of you.” Lena pressed her lips to my temple, and for the first time in days, I felt something close to relief. Tomorrow, I’d finally stand before my parents. Tomorrow, I’d silence the vultures whispering that I hated them. --- Morning came too fa
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Olivia A soft knock broke the quiet, hesitant like the person on the other side wasn’t sure if they should even be here. The door eased open, and Sebastian’s mother peeked in, her expression tentative, almost apologetic, before stepping inside. Lena trailed after her, both of them moving like the floor might crack under their weight, careful, slow, deliberate. Sebastian’s mom perched on the edge of my bed, her movements delicate, as though afraid one wrong shift would shatter me completely. Lena slid into the space beside me, her presence warm but fragile, like she was holding her breath. “Olivia…” his mother began, her voice thick with something between sympathy and sorrow. “I wish I could tell you it’s going to be okay, but I can’t. Losing both parents…” She exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “There’s no easy way to survive that.” I forced my hands to still, but they wouldn’t listen. My fingers trembled as if my body had decided to betray me in front of them. Lena’s cool, soft
Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You Chapter 136
Philip The media wouldn’t shut up. Every news channel, every online feed—blaring headlines about the Davenports tragic death and the “mysterious blaze” that had swallowed their mansion whole. Tragic. Mysterious. Ha. I lounged back in my leather chair, swirling the dark red wine in my glass before tossing it back. The burn in my throat was satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as the thought of them burning alive. I leaned my head against the backrest and exhaled slowly, savoring the aftertaste of victory. A slow smile stretched across my face as I reached for the bottle itself, ignoring the glass completely. With one long pull, I let the alcohol slide down, warm and heavy, before flinging the empty glass against the wall. The satisfying shatter filled the apartment, pieces skittering across the floor. One of my happiest days, no, the happiest. Years of waiting, years of swallowing my rage, years of pretending I didn’t dream about this moment… all worth it. The Davenports were
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Olivia I didn’t know if it was real or if I was already spiraling into madness. When dawn finally broke, I was still crumpled on the cold floor, too shattered to move. I didn’t want to wake up I just stayed there, letting the tears flood freely once again. And Sebastian was still nowhere in sight. I’d stopped trying to call him. I gave up on the phone, on hope. Quietly, I packed my things moving fast, desperate to leave before anyone noticed. It was still early; the world outside was just stirring awake. I left the divorce papers, those damned, cruel papers, right there on the bed. A silent message: I knew. When I finally arrived at the mansion, some of the staff trickled over, offering sympathy and soft words. I gave them a smile, careful to sound steady. But inside? I was shattered glass, barely holding myself together. I crept upstairs, the weight of grief anchoring every step, and eased onto the bed. My body felt empty, exhausted beyond measure. Less than half an hour late
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