All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sebastian I sat behind my desk, pretending to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me. Contracts. Figures. Deadlines. All of it blurred into nothing.Because she was everywhere.Her damn scent—soft, familiar—still clung to my skin like she’d marked me. It soaked into my clothes, into the fucking leather of this chair, into the air itself. It didn’t matter how far she walked or what lies she told... Olivia was still here.In my office. In my head. In my veins.Everything reeked of her, and it pissed me off how much I noticed. Setting the pen down, I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head toward the ceiling. I wasn’t tired, but the distraction in my mind was impossible to ignore.I kept staring at the ceiling. I needed something—anything—to pull me away from these thoughts. But whenever I closed my eyes, whenever I was alone, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.Her sweet voice. Her tempting presence. God, I felt so confused. Listening to everything she said was one thing, bu

Olivia Standing in front of this door now, my mind was made up—I wasn't going to go through this again.Sebastian had done this in my past life, and I refused to relive it. I had no idea he'd sent someone to tail me.Even with the cold shoulder he'd been giving me, he still wanted to make sure I wasn’t lying, those goddamn photos ruined even the smallest chance I had.I wanted to curse Phillip. Why did he always have to ruin everything good in my life?Sebastian’s face held so much resentment, anger, and worst of all—betrayal.He didn't say a word, just stared at me like I was a stranger. The silence was louder than any scream—it shattered me in ways words never could.I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I stood at the pathway into the room and saw him closing the door behind me.I had thought for a moment that he wouldn't do this—that maybe my pleading would’ve done something, anything.But I watched as he slowly closed the door. Without thinking—without plan

The atmosphere felt awkward—Sebastian was right beside me, and Philip had just called him a psychopath.The air between us felt thick, like walking through fog made of tension. My heart hammered in my chest like it was trying to break out and run away from the mess I was about to make. I glanced at Sebastian, wondering how he would feel if I overplayed my role. I had just promised never to hurt him, and yet here I was, about to do it again.But what Sebastian did next took me by surprise—he took my hand in his.Warmth radiated from his touch, gentle but grounding, like he knew I was on the verge of spiraling and he refused to let me fall. For a second, my breath caught. My brain screamed to yank my hand away, to retreat into the safety of guilt, but my body? It leaned into him. Traitor.I wasn’t sure whether to move or just stay in that moment. His touch was warm, and it comforted me.He gave me a small nod and a reassuring smile. He really knew how to read people. I felt so nervous a

Kaylee"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned," I started in confession, pouring out my heart to the Reverend."Speak, my child, for the Lord forgives all, and He will make you pure."I looked up before bringing my head back down. I didn’t need purity.Ugh, I didn’t need forgiveness. I was only here because it was a family tradition—we always had to come confess our sins, and my fucking mother had roped me into this charade.The scent of waxy candles and faint incense clung to the confessional like stale regret. The wood beneath me creaked in protest, almost like it couldn’t handle the weight of my thoughts."Father, I hate my best friend, and I want her to burn in hell. No, I feel like burning her myself...""Hate is a serious sin, my daughter, but the Lord sees the heart, and He will forgive you your sins," the aged Father said in a shaky voice, as though his brittle soul couldn’t quite wrap itself around mine.I didn’t believe in God, and sure as hell didn’t want His forgiveness. I

OliviaWas what I did stupid? Yes.Was it necessary though? Also yes.When Kaylee dropped me off, I immediately started to make my way upstairs. It took about two hours for the poison to start taking effect, and I had a couple of minutes left.The fact that Kaylee thought I didn’t know she added something to my drink shows how much they underestimated me. That was good.I'd remembered this exact same scenario happening in my past life, only now she poisoned me much sooner than expected. She must be desperate.Back then, Kaylee did the same thing. Whenever I left a drink and came back, or whenever she brought me one, it always had a funny smell. But I never gave much thought to it, seeing that she was like a sister to me and all that bullshit.Now, looking at it from this perspective—that was when it hit me. It wasn’t just the beating or the malnourishment in that warehouse that made me unable to move.The weakness I felt... my nerves refusing to respond, even with all my willpower. I