All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OliviaI took a taxi home. My head was a complete mess, a jumble of half-formed thoughts and panic I couldn’t seem to shake. I kept trying to make sense of what I’d just seen, flipping through every logical explanation like some broken mental health checklist. Hallucination? Stress-induced delusion? Early-onset insanity?My heart wouldn’t stop racing—like it was trying to keep up with thoughts I couldn’t quite catch. Everything felt off. Nothing made sense. I didn’t know what was happening to me I knew this wasn’t normal, not by a long shot.I checked my phone—nothing. Nathan still hadn’t gotten back to me. Of course he hadn’t.Once I was home, I rushed out of the taxi and practically ran inside. Sebastian was there, waiting. His face was etched with worry, his brows furrowed as he stared at me, like he could already tell something wasn’t right.I went straight to him, tuning out whatever he was saying. His words blurred into the background—I couldn’t focus on any of it. All I needed

Sebastian"Olivia... Olivia," I called her name gently, her head still resting on my chest. My fingers lazily brushed through her hair, soft and wild from sleep, the blond strands curling against my skin like velvet threads."Mmm? What’s happenin’?" she mumbled, voice tiny and muffled against my chest as she clung to me like a sleepy little koala. The sight brought a smile to my face. Her skin was warm against mine, her breaths soft and slow, like she was still tangled in the last threads of a dream."It's morning. We have the doctor’s appointment for your arm, remember?""Baby, please... let’s just stay in bed," she whispered, nuzzling into me like I was her favorite pillow. "We’re going to be late." I tried to gently push her away, not really wanting to. "We need to get to the hospital so you can finally get that cast off."She held me tightly, arms stubbornly clinging to my sides. "I don’t want to... I just want to stay in bed.""We can stay in bed after we see the doctor, okay?"

Olivia"Wake up, sleepyhead."Sebastian's voice brushed against my ear like velvet, low and sweet. I barely stirred before I felt the press of his lips against the curve of my neck—slow, lingering kisses that sent a familiar warmth spreading through me.I blinked lazily, the ache between my thighs reminding me of the night before. God.He was still naked beside me, his body warm against mine, his eyes soft and full of heat."We're here," he whispered.My body protested as I stretched, every inch of me sore in the best way. I turned to look at him, skin still flushed, hair a mess, and smiled."I'm not sure I’ll be able to walk," I murmured, half-laughing.He smirked—arrogant and pleased with himself. "Good."We eventually got up and dressed, though my legs wobbled the entire time. I muttered something about suing him for damages. He just kissed my shoulder.Once we stepped out of the jet, the air hit me like a soft slap—cool, fresh, clean.A sleek black car waited for us. As we drove t

Natasha's brows lifted ever so slightly. She tucked a wild auburn curl behind her ear, eyes narrowing. “Seriously? You’d walk away from that kind of power? From the chance to control an empire that even governments tread lightly around?”That glint in her icy blue eyes—cold, calculating, hungry—confirmed everything I already knew. She craved power. And she didn’t understand why I didn’t."I don’t want any of that.""Your loss," she responded, shrugging.“Your father’s brilliant idea is to have me marry you before the initiation begins.”Her fingers froze mid-reach for the wine glass. Color drained from her face. “E-Excuse me?” Her expression twisted in disbelief—like I’d just dumped a truckload of nonsense at her feet.“He never said anything like that to me,” she snapped.She got to her feet, pacing like a storm bottled in heels. Her expression twisted with a bitter edge before she stopped, exhaled, and muttered, “Then again, Julian Kings doesn’t exactly put women on pedestals. But w

OliviaWe were back inside the museum, but my head was somewhere else entirely.The tour guide was talking, moving us through the exhibits, but I couldn’t focus on a single word. Her lips moved, but to me, it was all background noise—like a distant radio I couldn’t tune into.My mind kept circling back to that old woman’s voice. Her warning. Her eyes. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to shake it off—it clung to me like wet clothes.The museum itself was massive—towering ceilings, endless hallways filled with priceless art and towering sculptures. Floor after floor of masterpieces I couldn’t name.And even though I never really cared much about art, I had to admit... the place was stunning.Sebastian, of course, was totally in his element. Eyes lit up, taking in every detail, completely absorbed. He always had a soft spot for art—he appreciated beauty in a way I never quite understood.By the time we reached the highest floor—God, it had to be thirty stories up—I quietly broke off fro