บททั้งหมดของ Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Olivia We sat in silence for a while, the air between us heavy but oddly steady. My heartbeat had slowed, my breathing no longer shallow and panicked. It felt like I’d finally pulled my head out from under a sheet of ice water, like I could actually draw air into my lungs without it scraping my insides raw. “Breathe,” my dad said gently, breaking the quiet. “So… what do you intend to do about Sebastian?” The question sliced right through me. My fingers twitched in my lap, and I felt my pulse skip. I’d told myself I could shove this deep down lock it up somewhere inside me where it wouldn’t claw its way out for a while. But this was Sebastian. My husband. The man who had, in so many ways, been my entire world. With him, time didn’t just pass it stilled. He was the steady flame in my darkest nights, the one person who could bring light to shadows I’d thought were permanent. “I… I don’t know, Dad.” My voice was barely more than a whisper. He leaned back slightly, studying me like h

Sebastian “Olivia…” Her name barely left my lips before she closed the space between us, her mouth crashing against mine in a kiss so unexpected it stole the air straight from my lungs. For a split second, my mind blanked—caught between shock and the way her soft, desperate lips moved against mine. Instinct took over, and my hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a breath left between us. God… it had been days. Days of emptiness. Days of watching her walk away in my head over and over again. And now she was here warm, trembling, real. Our lips moved in a rhythm older than our fights, older than the hurt. My heart slammed against my ribs, almost relieved, like it had been holding its breath all this time. When we finally pulled apart, gasping for air, I didn’t dare let go. My palm cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over skin that felt colder than I remembered. Her eyes… swollen, rimmed red, glassy like she’d been drowning in her own storm. I searched her fa

Sebastian I stepped into her office without knocking, the morning sun spilling in behind me like an uninvited witness. In my hand was my phone, screen lit with the venom she’d spat at me last night. “Stella,” I said, voice cutting through the air like glass, “what the hell is this?” Her chair swiveled slowly, deliberately, until she was facing me. That smug little smirk curved her lips, like she’d just been waiting for this moment. “I figured that was the only way to get your attention,” she said, her tone dipped in sugar and poison all at once. I took a step forward, the message still glowing on the screen between us. “How do you even know who Julian is?” Her eyes glimmered with something sharp—too sharp. “I know more than you think, Sebastian. I’m not some clueless little girl you can dismiss. I’ve seen that flicker in your eyes when his name comes up. He terrifies you.” She leaned back like she’d just peeled back my skin and found something worth smiling about. I mo

Philip I felt my blood boil. It’s been two fucking weeks, and Nathan has taken the worst beating of anyone I’ve ever seen—and he still wouldn’t break. He refused to talk. I’d tried everything, and still nothing. I was just sitting there, waiting on him to give me the information I needed. And Mr. Lancaster was breathing down my neck, demanding to know why Olivia was still alive. "Philip... Philip..." When I heard my name, that was when I realized I was still in Sebastian’s father’s office. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked from the other side of the desk where he sat. “None of your business,” I replied, flashing him a cocky smile, masking the storm brewing underneath. “So, what brings you here, Philip?” He looked at me with clear displeasure. “I asked you to do one simple job—kill Olivia, my son’s wife—for the price of greatness, and you didn’t. So we have nothing more to discuss. You can leave my office.” I leaned in, a grin tugging at my lips. “Don’t be like that,

Olivia For two long, agonizing days, I’d been holding it all inside clenching my chest shut to keep the panic at bay. It was suffocating, but I never once asked. I wanted to. God, how I wanted to. But I didn’t. There had to be some damn good reason for those divorce papers tucked away in our room. My husband wouldn’t do that to me. No way. Not now, not like this. I lay in bed, facing away from him, desperate to turn around, look him in the eyes, demand the truth anything to break the silence but I stayed frozen. I was carrying his child. And I wasn’t convinced I’d done anything to deserve this sudden, crushing coldness between us. We always talked things out. We always found a way back. I trusted Sebastian so why was I drowning in doubt now? “Seb…” My voice was barely a whisper, soft and trembling, afraid he wouldn’t even hear me over the quiet night. “Yeah, my love?” His voice was almost immediate, warm, and tender as he reached for me. “Why aren’t you asleep?” I asked, my