Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Philip Damn. The place looked like royalty had pissed gold on every surface. Gold-trimmed walls, imported paintings, soft jazz humming low in the background like a rich man's lullaby. Everything reeked of power and indulgence. I barely stepped through the door before he made his entrance. "Mr. Morris," Sebastian’s father called out from the bar, his voice sharp and unimpressed, like he’d been expecting me two days ago. Because he had. He walked toward me in slow, deliberate steps, a drink in hand and eyes that could slice through bone. "I asked you here two days ago. You decided to show up now?" I kept my stance casual, even though every instinct in me told me to watch my back. "I needed time to think," I said flatly, letting my gaze wander over the room like I wasn’t about to sign a deal with the devil. "Didn’t want to jump into bed with a Lancaster without checking for knives under the sheets." He chuckled low, settling into an armchair with the grace of someone who owned th

Sebastian"Seb?... Sebastian!"Her voice cut through my thoughts like a sharp bell. I blinked and turned toward Lena, barely masking the weight that'd settled on my chest."What?" I said, shaking off the fog. "Sorry, I zoned out. What were you saying?"Lena lit up. "I said Olivia and I made up. We worked things out."I forced a smile, one that barely curled my lips. "Yeah... she told me."I tried hard to make it sound like good news. Like I wasn’t suffocating from the tension I couldn't shake off. Like every muscle in my body wasn’t knotted tight with dread.Lena's eyes narrowed just a touch. She was always too quick for her own good. "You okay? You've been acting strange lately. Is something going on? Please don’t lie to me, Sebastian."I gave her my best mask, smooth and practiced. "Nothing's wrong. It's just work stress. Nothing serious."She nodded slowly, lips tugging into a tight line. She didn’t believe a damn word of it, but she let it go. Just then, my mother stepped in. Len

Olivia “Damn, Liv,” Lucas whistled low, spinning in place as he took in the entryway with wide eyes. “Your house is gorgeous. Like, movie set, five-star penthouse, real housewives of luxury type beautiful. And you’re only just now inviting me over? Girl, we are fighting.”I smirked, unable to hold back the chuckle bubbling in my chest. He always had a way of making drama feel like art.“I know, I know,” I said, walking beside him as we stepped into the sun-drenched living room. “I’ve been meaning to, but hey, you’re here now. Mi casa es tu casa.”The place was spotless, warm light pouring in from the tall windows, dancing across the glass coffee table and plush ivory rugs. The maid moved around us like a breeze, setting down two chilled glasses of something fruity on the side table without a word.Lucas sat down with a satisfied sigh, eyes still roaming. “This is ridiculous. If I lived here, I’d be walking around shirtless all day just to show the universe I made it.”“You already do

OLIVIAThe ride to the drugstore should’ve flown by, it was barely ten minutes. But sitting there beside Lucas, my stomach coiled tighter with every second. It felt like the longest drive of my life.When he parked and cut the engine, I felt my breath hitch. My fingers clenched in my lap, cold and damp."You good?" Lucas asked, turning to look at me, his brows pinched together with concern.I nodded too quickly. "Yeah. I’m fine. Let’s just… get this over with."We climbed out of the car and walked inside, the doors whooshing open to let in the scent of antiseptic and floor polish. The blinding fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly, casting everything in a sterile glow that made my skin crawl. I felt like everyone could see right through me.We made our way down the aisle with the pregnancy tests. My heart was pounding like a drumbeat in my ears. Lucas scanned the shelves like he was picking out cereal, then casually plucked a box off the rack and dropped it into the little plastic

Sebastian“Mr. Lancaster… Mr. Lancaster.”The voice pulled me from a hazy doze, and I blinked against the sterile white of the hospital room. My neck ached from the awkward angle I’d been sleeping in, Olivia’s weight warm against my shoulder. I wasn’t the only one who had drifted off, she stirred faintly, lashes fluttering as if surfacing from a dream.“Yes?” My voice was rough. “Yes, Doctor?”“The test results are out.”Olivia lifted her head, still sleepy-eyed, a soft hum escaping her throat. The doctor’s smile was calm but bright.“Your wife is pregnant. Congratulations,” she said warmly. “She’s seven weeks along. Both mother and child are healthy. All she needs now is plenty of rest, good meals, and sleep.”Relief and awe crashed through me at once, and I tightened my hold on Olivia’s hand as if anchoring myself.“Thank you, Doctor,” I said.“Thank you so much,” Olivia added softly, a tiny smile curving her lips as we left the office. I led her through the echoing halls of the hos