All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Olivia Regret tastes like the blood in my mouth and the stench of petrol burning my lungs. A cough rips through me, sharp and wet. Chains dig into my wrists, the cold metal biting deep, cutting skin. The smell of mold clings to everything in the warehouse, mixing with gasoline soaking the floor beneath me. My knees scream from hours on the concrete, swollen, bruised. Click. Clack. The sharp sound of heels slices through the silence. My head pounds, a dull ache of agony, but I force myself to look up. “Well, well, well… I see you’re enjoying your stay here, my darling Liv.” Hate churns in my throat, a bitter and corrosive bile, as my eyes meet Kaylee’s. She looks unbothered—like she didn’t just have me beaten half to death. A cruel smirk stretches her lips, her dark eyes shiny with wicked amusement. “Oh, c’mon, don’t look at me like that.” She pouts, her voice laced with mock pity as she struts closer. “Why?” My voice is a shaky whisper, barely more than a breath, as C

Olivia My fingers curl into fists against the mattress, nails biting into my palms as my mind scrambles for an answer. What do I say? I can’t just blurt out that I’ve been reborn—he’d probably think I’ve lost my damn mind. Sebastian cocks an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. The weight of his stare makes my head spin, my throat dry. I’m losing control of this moment, and I can’t afford that. So, I resort to the only thing I know will soften him. Pouting slightly, I press into his arms again, my voice dipping into something breathy and pleading. "Because I know now that you’re the only one meant for me. I’ve been blind all these years. Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" For a second—a flicker of hesitation flashes in his eyes. He’s thinking about it. But then, his jaw tightens, his muscles coiling beneath my touch. His hands push at my arms, his scowl deepening. "The Olivia I know isn’t really one to change after three nights in t

Sebastian "Won’t you give your wife one more chance to show you how much she’s changed?" Those words loop in my mind, tangled with the lingering sensation of her lips on mine. The way she moaned so softly, the way her eyes clung to me as if I were her entire world—Olivia has to be suffering from brain damage. How is this the same woman who, every damn day since we married, couldn’t meet my eyes without spitting venom—without cursing her fate…without cursing me? And now, suddenly, she’s pleading for a second chance? The thought alone is maddening, fucking confusing. In three years of marriage, not a day passed without Olivia throwing a tantrum, creating some new drama, doing everything in her power to gravitate closer to that dunce of a man, Philip Morris. But this morning? This morning, she was so... “Sir?” A voice halts my thoughts, and I blink back to reality, realizing I’m still sitting in the boardroom. “Yes?” My voice is composed, as if I hadn’t just been dr

“Olivia?" The warm, familiar gasp of my name slams into me like a jolt of lightning. I rip away from Sebastian as if scorched, a deep flush blooming wildly across my cheeks. My eyes fly wide, heart thundering as I catch sight of the last two people I ever expected to see standing at the door—my mom and dad.Looking absolutely stunned, like they’ve just walked in on something they never thought they'd see. A reality they couldn’t have even imagined."M–Mom? Dad?" I whisper, the words trembling on my lips, disbelieving and breathless. The sight of them feels like a hallucination. How long had it been? How long since I saw those eyes, felt their presence?This—this moment was…"Ahem… Well. This was… unexpected," my dad mutters, clearing his throat with awkward authority. His eyes dart between me and Sebastian with an astonished expression. They walk toward us slowly, like they’re afraid we’ll disappear if they blink."Mother-in-law. Father-in-law," Sebastian greets warmly, nodding respe

Olivia The morning light streamed through the window, carrying the soft scent of dewy flowers—but I barely noticed. I’d been up since sunset, obsessing like some love-struck teenager. Pathetic, right? I wanted to be mad at him—God knows I had reason—but deep down, I knew I didn’t. Not really. The way he kissed me? Yeah, that scene’s been living rent-free in my head ever since. And don’t even get me started on his touch—so gentle it made my knees weak. Ugh, annoying man. Clearly, throwing myself at him like a desperate housewife wasn’t enough. I needed to up my game, prove I wasn’t just playing pretend. So I got out of bed, tied my hair back, and made my way downstairs. The villa was quiet, aside from the soft hum of conversation between the help as they moved through their morning routine. “Good morning, Young Miss,” a few of them greeted, their heads lowered respectfully as I passed. The guilt hit me hard. It wasn’t always like this. Back when my so-called best friend ruled