All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sebastian I turned to walk away, but she wouldn’t release me. Her grip on my arm tightened, and when I faced her again, she yanked me in without hesitation, her mouth slamming against mine. The kiss wasn’t sweet or careful. It was fierce. Urgent. Desperate. A storm we had both been holding inside, finally breaking free. Her fists clung to the front of my shirt, torn between dragging me closer or shoving me away. i didn’t hesitate. My arms wrapped around her waist like chains, pulling her flush against me, as if pressing her to my body could erase all the nights I had suffered without her. I kissed her like a man who’d been drowning too long, like breaking the surface was the only thing keeping me alive. Because maybe this was the last chance I’d get. She tasted of salt, of tears and pain, of a love that refused to die even after being buried alive. Her fingers curled in my hair, frantic, and my hand slid up the line of her spine, gripping her like she was the last thing tetherin

Olivia I couldn’t believe how we had lost track of time, tangled together for the entire day like nothing else in the world mattered. The quiet rise and fall of Sebastian’s chest drew me in, and as I watched him sleep, I swore there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. My heart squeezed at the sight. this man was everything. Flawless in ways that went beyond the physical. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out, brushing my fingertips across his face, memorizing the lines of the man I loved more than life. My mind kept circling back to what he had confessed yesterday. Every sacrifice he made, every secret he held—it had all been for me. I hated the way I had reacted. Selfish, bitter, angry. When he finally bared his truth, I should have held him, should have been his safe place. Instead, I had lashed out. His father had been a monster, crushing him with pain, and when he needed me most, I had failed him. He never walked away because he wanted to. He did it because he was left

Olivia “What the hell are you doing here?” Sebastian’s voice cracked like a whip, sharp and furious. He knew her. “I can’t say I’m surprised, Sebastian,” the woman replied coolly, as if she had rehearsed the moment. “But I am disappointed. Four days from now, we are supposed to be exchanging vows, and I find you here, rolling around with your ex-wife? That’s quite the insult.” Her tone wasn’t wounded, not even remotely. It was clinical, detached, as though marriage and betrayal were just business transactions to her. And that was the moment I realized—this was the woman he was supposed to marry. Kaylee’s screams were still echoing through the room as she writhed in her own blood on the floor. Then, without a single blink of hesitation, the woman pulled a gun from her clutch and fired straight into Kaylee’s chest. The blast rang in my ears. My breath caught in my throat. My hands flew to my mouth as a strangled gasp tore out of me. Kaylee’s body went limp. She wasn’t screaming

Sebastian Whenever I close my eyes, I see her. A shadow, a whisper, a ghost of a face I can’t quite touch. She pulls at me in ways I can’t explain, like a thread wrapped around my soul. I don’t even know who she is, yet I ache for her. “Your Majesty, we’ve arrived,” Nathan’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, grounding me. The carriage rolled to a slow stop, wheels crunching over gravel. I straightened in my seat, forcing my mind to clear. Outside, the sprawling courtyard of Aldred’s castle stretched before us, guarded walls rising high like teeth of stone. Flags bearing the kingdom’s crest snapped in the sharp afternoon wind. Soldiers lined both sides of the cobblestone path, their armor gleaming, spears pointed skyward. It was less a welcome and more a silent warning. The door swung open, flooding the carriage with sunlight. I stepped down, boots striking the stone with deliberate weight. The air felt heavy, tense, as though the entire kingdom held its breath, waiting fo

Olivia My voice trembled with fury. “Father, what do you mean I have a sister?” The words scraped out like broken glass, sharp and disbelieving. My entire body felt rigid, as if the air in his chamber had suddenly thickened into stone. My chest rose and fell too quickly, rage hot in my blood. How dare he keep something like this from me? He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look ashamed. “Her name is Kaylee,” he said, the single word tossed into the air like it meant nothing. I repeated it under my breath, tasting the sound of it. “Kaylee.” The syllables dug into me like splinters. The name pulsed with a strange familiarity that I couldn’t explain. A dull ache twisted in my chest, quickly boiling into venom. Fury crackled through me like lightning. “Her mother was a maid here, in this palace,” he continued, lowering his gaze for the first time. “It was a mistake, Olivia. One I have regretted every day since. I promise you that.” My lip curled in disgust. “A mistake? You mean your mi