All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The thought made bile rise hot in my throat. The pen was already in my hand before I realized it. My fingers shook, the weight of it unbearable, but I signed anyway. My name scrawled across the page like blood smeared on stone. I divorced my wife. No, worse. I betrayed her. I wasn’t strong. I wasn’t clever. I wasn’t anything but a coward in Julian’s puppet show. I slammed my hand against the vanity so hard it rattled the mirror. The crack of flesh on wood echoed through the empty house. How was I supposed to tell her? To look Olivia in the eye and explain why I’d signed away our marriage while she carried my child? “God!” I roared, dragging both hands through my hair, clawing at my scalp until it burned. The madness of it all pressed against me, sharp and suffocating. This was my father’s fault. Every sick twist of it. If he hadn’t shoved me into that cursed society, if he hadn’t played me like a pawn on his board, none of this would exist. Olivia would be safe. Our baby woul

But the air was empty. He wasn’t coming. No one was. And then—like a candle snuffed out—the tiny spark inside me, the fragile life I had promised to protect, slipped away. Quiet. Final. Gone. A silence louder than any scream swallowed me whole. I lay in it, numb, shattered, my body curled around the emptiness in my womb as Natasha’s footsteps faded, leaving me alone in the ice and blood. I had lost. Not just the fight. Not just my child. Everything. The cold didn’t just bite at my skin, it sank deep, curling into my bones like an unwelcome parasite. But even that merciless chill couldn’t rival the hollow ache gnawing through me. An emptiness so vast, so merciless, it felt like a black hole had torn itself open inside me. I was sprawled on the frozen floor, shivering uncontrollably, blood spreading out beneath me in a dark, sticky pool that crept outward, soaking into the icy stone. My trembling hands pressed desperately against my stomach, as if I could somehow keep what was

SebastianI watched her drag the pen across the papers, her hand trembling, her face carved from ice. With every stroke, it felt like she was carving straight into my chest, bleeding me out in silence. I had once promised myself—sworn—that I’d never be the cause of her pain. And now? I was standing there, letting her sign away our marriage inside a sterile, whitewashed hospital room.The moment the pen left the page, I wanted to rip it from her hand, burn the papers, and swear it was all a nightmare. Instead, I picked them up like a coward and walked out without a word. Every step down that corridor was another fracture in my ribs, another nail hammered into my heart.I asked the nurse. I shouldn’t have, but I did. She looked at me with pity in her eyes, those sharp, soft eyes nurses use when they’re about to cut you open without anesthesia. And she told me.Olivia lost the baby.Our baby.And it was my goddamn fault.I should have gone back into that room, fallen to my knees, clung t

Kaylee She’d been playing us this entire time. The realization still felt like a slap across my face. Oh my God. No ,scratch that. Oh my fucking God. I couldn’t believe it. It had been days since I pieced it together since I learned the truth about who the “masked model” really was. And yet, my mind still refused to process it. It was too insane. Too impossible. Too Olivia. The same Olivia I had written off. The same Olivia I had stomped over like dirt beneath my heels. All this time, while we thought we were the ones moving the chess pieces, she was sitting across the board, smirking, knowing damn well we were already checkmated. When I ranted about tearing down the masked model, when I tried everything in my power to destroy her brand, her fame, her very existence—no wonder I couldn’t win. It was her. Olivia. The one person I never saw coming. The one person I had underestimated. And she had cost me everything. My career. My name. My crown. But why? Why would she do

– Phillip “Ah, Mr. Phillip,” he drawled, his tone carrying that smug, silk-slick edge I despised. “I honestly didn’t think you’d show up. Judging from the way you practically trembled the first time we crossed paths, I assumed fear would keep you away.” I scoffed, heat already rising in my chest. “Trembled? Don’t flatter yourself. You stormed into my house uninvited, remember? I wasn’t terrified, I was blindsided.” The lie tasted bitter even as it left my tongue. Terrified wasn’t the word, but unsettled? Yeah. This man had a presence that felt like a loaded gun aimed right at your skull. My gaze swept the room as if searching for a way to breathe. His mansion was an exhibition of arrogance—high ceilings dripping with crystal chandeliers, the faint musk of old wood polish mixing with the sharp tang of whiskey. Every corner screamed of wealth and menace, like the walls themselves could whisper secrets too heavy for the air. The only reason I’d stepped foot into this viper’s den wa