Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

PHILLIPEverything was falling into place—no, better than that. It was perfect! Lancaster’s name had gone up in flames, and every second of his downfall made me feel like I had the gods on speed dial.Across the table, Alice looked smug, pleased, practically glowing with satisfaction. But beneath that polished exterior, I sensed... something. A subtle shift I couldn’t name yet. Something off.“I told you this would work,” I said, smugness coating every syllable.“You, Mr. Phillip Morris, are a goddamn genius,” she purred, eyes gleaming with admiration as she raised her glass toward me.Our phones hadn’t stopped ringing, investors, clients, opportunists… all of them throwing their loyalty and money our way. Everything Sebastian once held was now crumbling, and we were picking up the gold.“So,” she leaned in slightly, “what’s the next move, partner?”“We wait. We watch. And we make sure Lancaster rots in silence,” I replied, voice low with finality.Alice gave a soft laugh, reclining i

Kaylee “Shoulders back. Chin up. Now walk.”I watched Maria take her first few steps, swaying her hips the way I taught her. But halfway across the room, her knees buckled, and she collapsed in an exhausted heap on the cold marble.Pathetic.I walked over slowly, heels clicking against the floor. “Get up. We’re not done. Move it!”“I can’t!” she gasped, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her hair was a mess, face blotchy from frustration and fatigue. “We’ve been at this for six hours, Kaylee. I’m done!”I rolled my eyes. “And I don’t care. Get your ass off the ground.”“I’m already good. People buy it. The red carpets, the press—it works. I don’t need this toxic boot camp you call training.”My lips twitched into a warning smile. “Watch your tone, Maria. I’m not feeling generous today.”She sat up, breathing hard. “Why are you so obsessed with perfection? Nobody’s doubting me out there. Why keep pushing me like I’m some understudy trying to get on Broadway?”“Because I want you flawless

OliviaThe air was dense with something bitter, more than tension, heavier than awkwardness. It was a silent war zone, and I didn’t need Lena to say a word to feel how badly she wanted me out of her sight.When Sebastian said they’d be moving in, I’d forced myself to smile and act all thrilled, pretending it would be fun having his mom and sister around. Deep down, though? I knew it would be a disaster waiting to implode.My mother in law was lovely, warm in that effortless way that made you want to sit beside her and spill your life story. But Lena? She was sharp edges and simmering resentment. And now, seated at the same table as her, I could barely breathe without feeling like I was poking a hornet’s nest.I glanced her way. She was digging into her steak like it had personally insulted her. Every jab of her knife felt like it was meant for me.She didn’t need to say it, she hated being here, and she hated me more.And honestly? I didn’t blame her. Not after the stunt I pulled.I s

“Mom, what are you even saying right now?”My voice came out strained, like I’d been punched in the chest. This had to be a joke. A really twisted, messed-up joke. But her face said otherwise—too raw, too broken for this to be anything but real.She lowered herself back into that ornate chair like the weight of her confession had knocked the air from her lungs.“Are you seriously saying Dad isn’t Lena’s father?” My voice trembled with disbelief. “Was she adopted? Swapped in the hospital? What the hell do you mean, Mom? We grew up side by side—she’s my sister.”“I had an affair, Sebastian.”The words hit like a slap.“What?” My heart stopped. Everything inside me went still. Like time hit pause.“It wasn’t supposed to happen,” she whispered, tears carving trails down her cheeks. “It was a mistake.”“You’re not serious,” I choked out, clutching the back of a chair to steady myself. “This is a joke, right? Please—tell me this is some messed-up test or prank so we can go back to finding L

Sebastian had been saying sorry for days now. Same soft apologies, same tired voice, like maybe if he repeated it enough, the guilt would go away. But it didn’t go away, not for him, and definitely not for me. No matter how many times he whispered those words, they never reached deep enough to touch the wound he left behind.Lena had been discharged yesterday. She showed up on my doorstep not long after, looking like a pitiful mess with her hair in disarray and tears already clinging to her lashes. She tried to cry her way into forgiveness. Rambling explanations, trembling lips, all that emotional theater. But the second her eyes met mine, something inside me snapped. There was no softness left, no sympathy. Only white-hot anger I couldn’t even begin to hide.She almost destroyed my life. And I was supposed to offer her grace?We’re told to stand by family. That’s the code. Through thick and thin. But if family meant loyalty, then why the hell didn’t Sebastian stand by me? Where was