All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Olivia My world shattered. I sat alone in the quiet room, folding clothes that suddenly felt pointless. Tears streamed down my face hot, relentless rivers that blurred everything until the edges of the world disappeared into a haze. I kept swiping at them, but they kept coming, unstoppable. My phone exploded with notifications, messages flooding every social media app, screaming the same horrifying headline: The Davenport estate went up in flames. The famous family... gone. And yet, here I was. Hidden away in the cold, sterile sanctuary of the resort, trapped by my own paralysis. Sebastian should have been here. We should have left this place together. But he wasn’t. God only knew where he was, but it wasn’t by my side. I rose unsteadily and paced the length of the room like a caged animal, my steps uneven, my mind unraveling. Sebastian, where are you? The question burned louder in my head than any of the sirens outside. In a sudden rush of frustration and pain, I grabbed my l

Philip The media wouldn’t shut up. Every news channel, every online feed—blaring headlines about the Davenports tragic death and the “mysterious blaze” that had swallowed their mansion whole. Tragic. Mysterious. Ha. I lounged back in my leather chair, swirling the dark red wine in my glass before tossing it back. The burn in my throat was satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as the thought of them burning alive. I leaned my head against the backrest and exhaled slowly, savoring the aftertaste of victory. A slow smile stretched across my face as I reached for the bottle itself, ignoring the glass completely. With one long pull, I let the alcohol slide down, warm and heavy, before flinging the empty glass against the wall. The satisfying shatter filled the apartment, pieces skittering across the floor. One of my happiest days, no, the happiest. Years of waiting, years of swallowing my rage, years of pretending I didn’t dream about this moment… all worth it. The Davenports were

“You won’t be alone when you do,” Lena murmured, her voice low but fierce. “We’ll catch you before you hit the ground.” The quiet that followed wasn’t the suffocating, coffin-lid kind—it was softer this time, like a blanket laid over a wound. I didn’t hold back anymore. The tears spilled hot and fast, each one prying apart the iron band that had been squeezing my chest for days. “Okay,” I breathed, barely audible even to myself. “Take me to them.” Sebastian’s mother turned from the window, her face a careful blend of gentleness and steel. “We’ll go in the morning,” she said. “Tonight, you rest. You’ll need every ounce of strength you can get.” I nodded, slower this time, letting the weight of her words settle over me. “Thank you… both of you.” Lena pressed her lips to my temple, and for the first time in days, I felt something close to relief. Tomorrow, I’d finally stand before my parents. Tomorrow, I’d silence the vultures whispering that I hated them. --- Morning came too fa

Sebastian “Lena's gone.” The words didn’t hit at first, they slid into the room like smoke, quiet and deadly. I blinked, trying to process. “Wait… what? Mom, what the hell are you talking about?” My mother was pacing the living room like a caged animal, her silk robe dragging across the polished floor. Her hands shook as she clutched her phone like it was a lifeline. “She called me last night,” she stammered, voice high, frantic. “She said she was with Olivia. But this morning, nothing. Then Julian…” She froze, her throat tightening before she forced the words out. “Julian called me. He said he has Lena. And he gave me twenty-four hours to get you to sign the divorce papers.” My stomach lurched. I shot to my feet so fast the chair scraped back with a screech. “What?” “He sounded… cold, Sebastian. I know Julian’s cruelty, this wasn’t bluff. If you don’t do something, he’ll hurt her.” A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and humorless. “Lena’s his daughter too. He wouldn’t—” “Do

“Business?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “I don’t recall Sebastian ever making deals with terrorists.” His smirk deepened, dangerous. “Oh, Olivia. Terrorists are sloppy. I am a businessman. If your husband does what’s required, you’ll leave this place untouched.” “And what exactly does he want?” I spat, my fear laced with sarcasm. “To divorce you,” he said matter-of-factly, “and marry my daughter. He owes me a debt, and that’s the only way to repay it.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just sprouted horns. Divorce me? For his daughter? “What the hell are you talking about?” My voice cracked into a laugh, brittle with disbelief. “What kind of debt forces a man into marriage? Are you insane?” His chuckle was colder this time, sharp as a blade. “Not insane. Practical. Sebastian made a choice to save someone he loved. And now, the price has come due.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Save who?” Silence. It wasn’t him who answered. The woman stepped forward at last. Her e