All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OliviaMy eyes fluttered open as golden light spilled into the room like honey, sliding across the silk sheets and kissing my bare skin with warmth. I turned to face Sebastian, who slept peacefully beside me. His eyes were still closed, his face relaxed—he looked so calm, no blemishes or those marring scars lingering on his face like it had when I'd damaged his face. I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him.My fingers traced along his soft skin; it was smoother than silk. My breath caught as I took in the sight—his thick lashes resting against his cheeks, that sharp jawline, and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. He looked even more handsome while he slept, and the sight alone brought a warm smile to my lips.Olivia, you are one lucky girl. I mean, just look at the man!That face? Sinfully beautiful. And mine. God must’ve had a weak moment when he handed me this man.I brushed my fingers against his ears. He let out a low groan, eyes still closed. “Don’t stop now,” his voice l

PhilipThe scene made my gut clench like I'd swallowed broken glass. So I looked away disdainfully and moved through the crowd instead, looking for Kaylee who'd slipped away to leech on someone else.The clink of glasses, the subtle scent of expensive cologne, and the soft classical music playing in the background grated on my nerves. Drawing closer, I spotted her laughing and talking with some guy who looked like a sleazy douche raised with a silver spoon. His stupid gelled-back hair, fake tan, and polished shoes screamed mommy’s money. Most of the people at this gala inherited their family’s wealth. They’ve never worked a day in their lives.I tapped Kaylee on the arm. She turned, her smile still perfectly in place like it had been surgically attached.“Mr. Amos, please excuse me,” she said, flashing him a bright smile.I pulled her through the crowd and into a corner, away from the glittering chandeliers and fake compliments.“What the hell was that, Phillip?! That was Amos Markus

Sebastian“Congratulations once again, Mr. Lancaster!”Everyone kept congratulating me as I walked Olivia to the car. She clung to me—clearly drunk—and even though the gala hadn’t ended, I was done.The night felt like it had dragged on for hours. Every person, every conversation, every flash of a camera had become nothing but noise and fleeting images in my mind. Olivia was the only one that held my attention tonight, she rarely attended social events with me so tonight was special in every way. I could still see flashes from the cameras, but as we drove farther, the lights faded, and it was just us.I looked over at Olivia, who seemed half-asleep, her head resting against my chest. She was beautiful, even in that state. Her blond locks, once neatly pinned in a sophisticated updo, had fallen free and framed her face in soft, effortless waves. I couldn’t resist—gently, I swiped a few stray strands from her face, tucking them behind her ear.Eventually, she lifted her head, her dazed e

OliviaLying in bed alone, I kept tossing and turning. The silk sheets felt suffocating, what exactly did Kaylee and Phillip go to see my family lawyer for? The questions kept roaming through my mind like restless ghosts, but that wasn’t even the most important one. I missed Sebastian so much—everything reminded me of him. His cologne lingered in the fibers of my pillows. His deep voice echoed in the silence. And thanks to the time difference, we barely talked. Staying in bed wasn’t going to help my case though, so I picked up my phone and decided to call Phillip.The phone didn’t ring for long before he picked up.“Hey,” I said, dropping my voice to a sad whisper, soft enough to trigger sympathy.“Olivia.” He replied, his voice cold—ice-in-a-glass cold.“Phillip I just—”"I need to see you,” he cut me off, urgency lacing his voice.Well, I was going to suggest that anyway, asshole.“Okay,” I replied instead, keeping my voice low till he hung up.After the gala, we hadn’t seen each

OliviaI stood there, watching as they took my best friend away in the ambulance. Dark satisfaction coursed through my veins—warm, molten, almost addictive. Sirens howled in the distance, fading slowly as the ambulance disappeared around the corner.Well, I got a little help from a certain four-eyed apprentice. Turns out Kaylee had been torturing the poor soul for a year and a half now. But I didn’t expect the reaction from Virexil Noir to come this soon, though.Oh well. The earlier, the better, I suppose. I couldn’t wait to see what her face would look like afterwards—but that is only the beginning.That was just the matchstick.I was going to take every shade of success from her and bring her down to nothing. Not just scratch her ego, no—grind it to dust. That self-confidence she prided herself on so much… let’s see how that holds up once her face recovers.As I stood there, reminiscing on my victory like it was some sweet childhood memory, a voice came from behind me."Excuse m