All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kaylee I drifted into the bathroom like I was floating through someone else’s dream. The air was thick with the perfume of roses, the sweet fragrance curling around me until it clung to my skin. Marble tiles gleamed beneath my bare feet, and polished mirrors caught the candlelight, scattering it across the gold-lined walls. It was a room meant for royalty, not a girl who once hauled water in cracked buckets and washed with rain. I let my fingertips brush against the edge of the tub. Smooth porcelain, cool beneath my hand, so foreign it almost frightened me. This place wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I was supposed to be in a cramped little room with a servant’s uniform laid out for me—not here, surrounded by luxury I never dared to imagine. Every breath came heavy with disbelief. I wasn’t a maid. I hadn’t been shoved into the servant’s quarters. I was being prepared to sit at a table with kings. Why me? I pressed a hand against my chest, the silence in the room echoing like a voice

Olivia The sun spilled gold across the horizon, painting the sky in soft streaks of pink and orange. I sat curled up on the balcony outside my chambers, clutching my teacup between my palms, letting the steam rise against my face. The warmth tasted faintly of mint, bitter and calming all at once, and I tried to lose myself in the serenity. I wanted to breathe it in, hold onto the peace, because deep inside I knew this might be my last morning here. If today truly ended everything, then at least I would remember the sunrise and the silence before the storm. A knock broke against my door. I didn’t move. Whoever it was could wait. I raised the teacup again, forcing my lips to curve in false calmness. A second later, the door creaked open anyway. Footsteps entered, light but hesitant, like the person was walking on fragile glass. When I finally turned my head, Kaylee stood by the doorframe. She looked delicate, breakable even, like a porcelain doll that would shatter if handled too ro

Kaylee I wore a hole into the carpet with the way I kept pacing my room. My thoughts wouldn’t stop clawing at me. This was supposed to work. I was meant to be Queen. I had convinced myself of it, but instead he threw it in my face. He rejected me. After everything my father had done to me, after the years he ignored me and left me to scrape by, I thought this was finally my chance to rise. Olivia got the palace, the love, the pretty dresses, the attention. I got hunger and silence. And now, only because desperation forced his hand, he suddenly remembered I existed. If he wasn’t cornered, he never would have gone searching for me. I was not a daughter. I was not a choice. I was nothing but a pawn, a safety net, a convenient spare piece on their polished royal chessboard. My nails dug crescents into my palms as my fists clenched so hard my knuckles ached. How dare they pretend I mattered? How dare they look at me like I was one of them when I knew I wasn’t. Not really. And Sebasti

Olivia“Princess… princess…”A trembling voice yanked me from sleep. My eyes snapped open to find one of the younger maids standing at the foot of my bed, her face pale, her hands twisting the hem of her apron like she might tear it apart.The golden blush of dawn leaked through my curtains, warm and soft, but there was nothing gentle about the terror in her eyes.“What is it?” I asked quickly, throwing off my blanket and rising from the bed. My pulse was already racing, as if my body knew something terrible was about to be spoken aloud.She stammered, words tumbling out of her mouth in pieces. “My lady… he… he asks for your presence, at once. You must come.”My brows knit together. “Who asks? What’s happening?”She shook her head violently, still wringing her hands. “I cannot say.”“Yes, you can,” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. “Speak.”Her lips trembled before the words finally broke free. “It is King Sebastian. His army… they are everywhere. They have surrounded the kin

Olivia This was real. This was actually happening. I had been locked in this room for two days, refusing food, refusing everything. Hunger clawed at my insides, yet stubbornness kept me strong. I hadn’t realized how much I would miss my kingdom until I was torn from it. The weight of homesickness pressed on me like a heavy cloak. Sitting on the bed, I wept until my throat burned, tears spilling freely as grief swallowed me whole. I thought of my father. Was he safe? Was he searching for me? Did he regret letting me go so easily? The not knowing made it worse. Every unanswered question was a dagger in my chest. When my eyes caught the mirror across the room, my heart sank. The reflection staring back was a stranger. My hair tangled and wild, my face swollen from tears, my skin pale. I hadn’t bathed since my arrival. I looked nothing like a princess, nothing like myself. Just a broken girl wasting away in enemy walls. I lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. My tear