All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PhillipI stepped up to the receptionist’s desk with a casual smile.“I’m here to see Miss Sinclair. Is she in?”“Yes, sir,” she said politely. “You can take the elevator. Her office is on the fifth floor.”The Sinclair Group was even more massive than I expected—a sleek, towering monument of glass and ego, humming with quiet power. But not much could impress me these days. Hands tucked into the pockets of my tailored trousers, I strolled into the elevator like I owned it. By the time I reached the fifth floor, my game face was locked in. Calm, cold, composed. Alice was no lightweight—she was a force, a shark in designer heels. Her name stirred whispers in Manhattan’s elite circles. For a woman to carve out this kind of dominance in real estate? Even I had to give a nod of respect.I knocked once, then pushed the office door open. She stood with her back to me, gazing out of a floor-to-ceiling window that offered a breathtaking view of the city. Her silhouette? Even more breathtaki

OliviaThere wasn’t a social media platform, blog, or gossip site that hadn’t plastered Sebastian’s face beside that damn headline. Lies, all of it. But it didn’t stop the bleeding in my chest.God... how did it even get this far?It made no sense. The whole story was fabricated top to bottom. I couldn’t piece together how someone managed to spin such a dangerous lie into a media wildfire.And Sebastian… what he must be feeling. His silence said more than any post or press release could. The scandal had been trending for days, and instead of dying out, it only grew stronger, like vultures feeding off our pain.I knew who was behind it. Philip. That snake didn’t just stab us—he twisted the blade and smiled while doing it.And maybe Sebastian had forgiven me for the part I played in all this, but I couldn’t. I was the one who gave Philip access. I handed over the right damn keycard. Me.Sebastian kept wearing that calm, unfazed mask in public, but I wasn’t blind. I saw the cracks—thin,

Sebastian "Sebastian, don’t you dare walk away from me. This conversation isn't over!" my father snapped as I pushed to my feet and turned to leave."You can keep whatever it is to yourself," my mother snapped, her tone like steel.Fury surged through me like a damn burst, but I clenched my jaw and swallowed the fire. I turned toward him, my face expressionless.. “Don’t test me, Father. You think-” Slow, steady footsteps crept in from the living room, slicing through whatever I was about to say. We all turned. My breath hit hitching the second I saw who it was, heart thudding as they stepped into view."Lena?" She stepped into the dining room, her eyes wide with surprise. The smile that bloomed across her face when she first saw me faltered the moment she sensed the tension thick in the air, her joy instantly swallowed by dread."Sweetheart… we didn’t know you were coming back today," my mother rushed forward, trying to soften the atmosphere."It was supposed to be a surprise," Le

Olivia A low hill stood ahead, and just over its slope, a waterfall cascaded down the rockface like liquid silver. The sound of it poured through the clearing, steady and endless, like time itself. Moonlight hit the rushing water, making it shimmer like something enchanted.“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice almost caught in awe. His eyes widened, locked on the waterfall. “Olivia... this is insane. It’s beautiful.”“I know,” I murmured, eyes on the way his face softened in the light.He turned to me, gaze burning. “How the hell did you find this place?”I smiled like a witch with a secret. “I’ve got my ways.”I watched the way his eyes reflected the light, how he looked at the falls like they were sacred. And in that moment, he looked more beautiful than anything in front of us.The waterfall roared with life, its sound cleansing, hypnotic. The air smelled of wet earth, moss, and something cold and clean. I used to come here when the world got too loud, when my thoughts clawed at m

OliviaI was doing everything in my power not to spiral, but the second Sebastian told me we’d be having dinner with his mother and sister, my brain flipped the panic switch.Dinner? With them?What the hell was I supposed to wear? What was I even supposed to say? My stomach was already crawling into my throat, and we hadn’t even left the damn house.It’d been two whole years since I saw either of them—two long, emotionally chaotic years—and I could swear on my own grave this whole dinner thing was definitely Sebastian’s idea. No version of reality existed where his mother and Lena willingly decided to break bread with me. Not after everything I put them through. Hell, I wouldn’t sit across from me either.Even if they’d somehow found it in their holy hearts to forgive me, I knew deep down they wouldn’t want me breathing the same air, let alone sharing a table.I kept glancing at the clock like it was mocking me, dragging its hands closer and closer to my doom. Dusk rolled in too fast