Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Sebastian“It’s been days, Sebastian…” she whispered, her voice barely louder than a sigh, her cheek resting gently against my shoulder. “And you still haven’t said anything about what you told me in the car.”I didn’t answer right away.Olivia wasn’t the same storm I was used to. The fire that normally lit up her eyes like gasoline on flame had fizzled into something faint. Dull. And more than anything, she hadn’t said one word about revenge. Not even Phillip’s name had passed her lips since that night.That silence alone told me how deep the damage went.And I didn’t dare poke at the wound.I was boiling on the inside—no, blazing—but she… she was cracked open, held together by sheer will. And for now? She needed space to breathe more than she needed bloodshed.But Phillip?That bastard laid his hands on my wife.And one day, soon, he’d regret waking up that morning.“Come with me,” I said softly, rising to my feet and offering her my hand.She blinked up at me. “Where are we going?”

KayleeI shut my eyes, sinking into the sinful warmth of my imagination, letting it wrap around me like silk. God help me.Just the idea of his hands on me, those broad, powerful hands gripping my hips, sliding over my curves, staking silent claims over every inch of me, made my thighs clench. I could practically feel his mouth on me, his head buried between my legs like a man starved, driving me wild, tearing soft gasps from my lips until I was shaking and screaming for more.A rush of molten heat spread through my body, flooding me with craving so intense it almost hurt. My fingers curled into the sheets as I let the fantasy spiral.“Sebastian,” I breathed, barely a whisper—more like a desperate prayer. “What the hell are you doing to me?”His face danced behind my lids, sharp jawline, intense gaze, that ridiculously elegant way he carried himself like he owned the damn world. Even the way he spoke, smooth, deliberate, that low rumble of authority in his voice made my body betray me

Sebastian “And you’re just…fine with all of this?” I asked again, because I needed to hear her say it. Not that it would change anything. But still.She shrugged like we were talking about flipping a coin. “Honestly? You’re not the worst man I’ve ever met. Hell, you’re probably one of the better ones. The way you keep talking about not wanting to hurt your wife, there’s something noble about that. It’s kind of hot, actually. Maybe being your wife wouldn’t be such a nightmare after all.”My stomach twisted. “You slept with my father, Kaylee.”Her lips curled into a smirk that made my skin crawl. “It wasn’t emotional. Just a quick thrill. A few minutes of pleasure, that’s all.”Pleasure?I snapped. “That pleasure nearly cost him his head! And to clean up your mess, Julian offered me like a prize goat. That’s how I became a member.”She didn't even flinch. Just sat there like it was nothing more than a petty inconvenience. My chest clenched, rage and disbelief battling for space in my r

Phillip I blinked at him, hard, bitterness spiking up my throat like bile. “Why the hell are you telling me that? You seen what your son did to my damn face?”He glanced at me. Unbothered. Barely entertained.“I doubt Sebastian did that himself. He’s not the type to get his hands dirty. No, he’d have hired someone. If it was him… you wouldn’t be standing here whining. You’d be hooked up to machines in the ICU, clinging to life.”He smiled then. But it was a sharp, mocking twist of his lips. Like watching a knife learn how to grin.“I’m not here to apologize. I’m here to offer you something most people would kill for.”I stiffened. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”“Power.”He stepped even closer, and his scent, rich cologne, cold steel, expensive leather, wrapped around me like a chokehold.“I want to introduce you to the Echelon Society.”"The what?" My eyebrows pulled together. The name rang a bell. “I’ve heard of it,” I murmured, voice wary. “But I don’t know where.”“It’s a society for men

SebastianI had her wrapped in my arms, her head tucked beneath my chin “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.She tilted her head up, blinking sleepily with a smile that curled at the edges of her lips. “For what?”“For this. For making all the noise in my head go quiet.”Her smile deepened, and I felt something inside me loosen. Like I’d been holding my breath for days and she’d just let me exhale.Her eyes fluttered shut again, lashes brushing against her cheeks like feathers. I watched as her breathing evened out, slow and peaceful in my arms. But I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the dream came clawing back.It was just a dream. That’s what I kept telling myself. But even in the calm of the room, with Olivia curled into me like I was her anchor, my thoughts were anything but settled.I turned slightly, studying her face. How the hell was I supposed to leave her? The Echelon Society expected me to let her go like she was disposable. Like she didn’t