All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sebastian"You won't get it, Tony. Just leave it be, okay?""Get what, Sebastian? You just keep going on and on, confusing me even more. Make me understand at least," Tony said, running a frustrated hand through his hair.The car was quiet, outside, the wind licked at the open windows with wet fingers, carrying the sharp scent of oncoming rain and the low hum of an approaching storm. The interior was dim, lit only by the occasional sweep of passing headlights. Tony was my best friend, yeah—but in that moment, I wondered if I could really trust him with this, I wouldn't want him encountering trouble because of Julian Kings."Look, man. I know I'm not part of the Echelon Society, but my dad is—and I know everything that needs to be known about them. Are you in any kind of trouble with them after what your dad did?" He looked at me, worry written all over his face.With a sigh, I loosened my tie, the fabric suddenly feeling like a noose. Just hearing their name made my skin crawl. Those

PhilipThis wasn’t possible! I must be stuck in a nightmare because I pulled down each and every crate like a madman, and each of them broke, shattering into sand! SAND?!The cold air in the warehouse suddenly felt suffocating, like it was closing in on me. My hands trembled, coated with dust, as disbelief tightened around my chest like a vice.This wasn’t happening. Not again!I fell to the ground, right on the pile of fake Rhodium. The grainy texture scratched against my palms as I leaned forward, breath ragged. The taste of failure—bitter and heavy—choked me from the inside out.I wasn’t sure how this had happened. I had planned out everything.My chest ached. My head spun and the urge to kill was tightening my throat.The silence was so loud it screamed.Kaylee stood there, face frozen in shock, and stared at me without saying a word.No one knew about this. It was only between me, my uncle, and…Kaylee. So how did we get played? Were the Davenports bringing in fake Rhodium? No, th

OliviaSebastian’s eyes crinkled as a devilishly hot grin stretched across his face. “Let’s just say his Rhodium was made of sand.”“What?!” My lips twisted in amused disbelief, one brow rising.He gave me a sly smile—one of those deadly ones that sent a cold chill skittering down my spine and a slow flame curling through my chest.“Yeah,” he said, arms crossing casually. “Sand. Enclosed in small cases, spray-painted to look real. Heavy enough to pass for gold if you don’t look too closely—you’d never know. But Phillip and Kaylee should’ve figured it out by now.”He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear. His touch lingered like he couldn’t help himself.“I want you to give Kaylee space,” he murmured, voice low and firm. “I don’t want her coming over again. She could do something... bad to you.”His concern sank into my chest like warm syrup. “Okay.”“You promise?”“Yes.” I wasn’t even sure what I was agreeing to anymore. He kept mov

Sebastian“Sebastisn, is that you?” Kaylee cooed, drawing closer. Only Kaylee could make my name sound like it needed disinfecting.“Wow! What are you doing here?” she asked in her annoyingly sweet voice, sliding into the chair beside me.In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder what her face would look like when she and Phillip realized their crates of “Rhodium” were nothing but glorified sand sculptures. From the bags under her eyes and that twitch in her fake smile, I’d say: mission very much accomplished.“Just needed some coffee. What about you?” I asked, trying to keep it cool. How did Olivia do this with ease?She smiled, and it was scary how the scarred part of her face stretched up creepily. It didn’t help that her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh me? I was trailing someone,” she said, then winked at me.No way—she couldn’t be serious.“Trailing someone? Who?” I asked, playing along, because apparently I was in the mood for self-torture today.“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,”

OliviaI shifted on the bed until I was facing Sebastian. He was still deep in sleep, his lashes resting gently on his cheeks, lips just a bit open as if dreaming aloud. I missed having him close. Going to sleep without sleeping in the same bed was torture.Now, we were finally on the same bed. Everything was back to normal. I could finally go back to plotting against Philip and Kaylee. My lips spread into a smile, mischief blooming like a secret garden in my chest."What are you smiling at?" he groaned, sleepy eyes still closed. How did he even see me?I ran my hand down his lips—they felt so soft, like warm velvet dipped in honey."Can you just go back to sleep and allow me admire you?" I whispered playfully, the words a lazy purr in the quiet night.I traced his jawline, fingertips savoring the familiar ridges and strength there. "I missed you, hubby," I mumbled to myself, thinking he had gone back to sleep."I missed you more, darling," he murmured, eyes still closed. I couldn’t s