Todos los capítulos de Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

OliviaThis couldn't possibly be happening. How the hell did I make such a terrible mistake?My heart raced, thudding against my ribs like it was trying to break free from the cage of my chest as I waited—pacing—nervous and helpless, for Sebastian to come home so I could explain everything to him.Explain what, exactly?A cruel voice in my head mocked, whispering what I didn’t want to admit.That I was supposed to give Philip the duplicate of Sebastian’s office key—but you accidentally gave him the original instead?My pulse wouldn’t stop hammering, violent and unforgiving. My legs moved like they had a mind of their own, quivering with every anxious step I took across the cold marble floor. I could barely breathe. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, trapping me inside my own panic.One hour passed.Sebastian still wasn’t home.I checked the time again, my fingers trembling. With every passing second, the dread inside me swelled. Then, a knock.I jerked upright. My heart nea

Sebastian “Oh Sebastian,” she cooed, taking off the dark shades she had on. “What are you doing here?”“What does it look like I’m doing? Playing tennis?” I slurred sarcastically, my voice icy enough to stop her cold. She forced a laugh, but her hands clenched into fists at her sides, full of silent rage.“I’m supposed to be having a meeting with a new fashion agency, but they haven’t shown. It’s such a lovely surprise to see you here though. So, I guess having fun with you is now the best option,” she replied, a mischievous smile on her face.She stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing against my arm before drifting slowly down my chest.“Your muscles feel tense,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.I wasn’t fully in control, but I pulled her hand away, disgust plain on my face. That was the sign—I’d stayed too long. Her touch was like oil on skin—something I needed to wash off.I rose to my feet.“Where are you going?” she asked.⁷“Anywhere that doesn’t have you in it,” I

OliviaI’ve known agony before—the kind that scorched through me when I was left to burn alive in that warehouse. The smoke choked me like invisible hands sucking the life out of me. I had begged for a quick death.But the pain I felt then was nothing compared to what I feel now. I felt numb to everything except the ache in my chest.I sat on a chair facing the balcony of my room, wrapped in an oversized hoodie. I crossed my legs, my hands resting on them as I watched the trees.They looked so peaceful, swaying with the wind, untouched by worry. Their branches danced under the gentle kiss of the breeze.It’s been two weeks. I haven’t seen or heard from Sebastian. I couldn’t feel anything anymore—I was just exhausted.Emotionally bankrupt. It was all my fault. I should have just told him. I was so focused on getting back at Philip that I eventually destroyed the most beautiful thing I had.Tons of agencies reached out, wanting me on their runways. I stayed silent. Soon, the internet w

Olivia"Ow..." I croaked, my throat dry as sandpaper. Every inch of my body felt like it had been through a meat grinder. My skin ached, my bones throbbed, and even blinking felt like punishment.Slowly, I opened my eyes. The reflection of lights was blinding, sterile white beams slicing through my already pounding head. I blinked through the haze, trying to make sense of the bland white walls and the faint beep-beep of the monitors beside me. I looked around, and obviously, I was in the hospital.The memory of how I fell into that pile of glass flashed through my mind. The way the broken pieces pierced my skin, the pain was excruciating. I couldn’t believe Stella actually did that to me. Like, she really went there? Shoved me into a table full of glass like we were in some telenovela fight scene. As I tried to remember the details, a sharp pain shot through my head. The room was empty as I groggily scanned it, the sterile coldness creeping into my bones, and sadness filled my heart—

SebastianA knock at the door cut into Mark’s presentation on the company’s new acquisition."Come in," I said, lifting my head from the documents on my desk. My mind had been deep in numbers and logistics, but I snapped out of it fast the moment I heard those heels clicking against the hardwood.Stella walked in with a pathetic look on her face, the kind of fake innocence she wore like cheap perfume—trying too hard, clinging too tight."Tony said you wanted to see me," she said, her voice barely audible, meek like she was trying to play the victim in a show she directed.Mark subtly dipped his head and left the office in silence. Smart man—he knew this wasn’t going to be pretty."Sit, Stella," I gestured toward the chair in front of me. She looked tense, shoulders stiff, like she expected a firing squad instead of a conversation. I made sure my tone was polite enough to lull her into a false sense of calm."How is Olivia?" she asked. "What happened to her was so bad..." Her voice tra