All Chapters of HIS ONE NIGHT, MY FOREVER : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alina’s POV They were evidence that he was capable of presence, protection, and patience, the kind of reliability I had once thought impossible.“I’ve been thinking,” Sebastian said quietly, glancing at me, “about the past, about mistakes, and about how I want to act moving forward. About how I want to be with you and Leo.”I looked at him carefully. “And what have you realized?”He paused, choosing his words deliberately. “I can’t undo the past. I can’t erase mistakes. But I can choose what comes next. I can be present. I can be responsible. I can protect rather than control. I can be someone worthy of you and Leo.”His words were sincere, yet I remained cautious. Trust was earned, not claimed. And yet, I had seen proof of his change in subtle, repeated gestures, the patience, the attentiveness, the careful observation. He was slowly shaping himself into someone capable of sustaining the fragile trust I had begun to extend to him.We spent the morning building a fort from driftwood

Alina’s POVWhen Leo finally woke, we ate together and laughed at his silly stories. After breakfast, I told Sebastian I wanted to visit the nearby market alone. His eyes flickered with surprise, then concern, but he nodded. “I trust you,” he said simply. There was no resistance, no attempt to follow. That alone felt like progress.The walk into town felt strangely heavy. People stared, some whispering, recognizing me from news stories that had painted me as selfish and unstable. I held my head high. Their opinions no longer defined me. At the market, I bought fruit and flowers, letting the ordinary tasks ground me. Still, every glance reminded me that the world had not forgotten.When I returned, Sebastian did not ask questions. He simply helped me carry the bags inside. His restraint felt intentional, respectful. That afternoon, I asked him to take Leo to the park while I stayed home to paint. He hesitated for a moment, then agreed, taking Leo’s hand with a smile. I watched them wal

Alina’s POVSebastian looked at me, torn. “We can leave,” he said. “Disappear again.”I stared at the door, then at Leo. Running had saved us once, but it had also stolen my voice. If I kept running, the lies would never stop. They would chase us forever.“No,” I whispered, surprising myself. “We face them.”Sebastian hesitated, then nodded. He opened the door and stepped outside first, shielding me as I followed, Leo’s hand tight in mine. Cameras flashed instantly, blinding. The noise was overwhelming. My heart hammered, but I refused to look away.“Tell us the truth!” someone shouted.I lifted my chin. “This is the truth,” I said, my voice trembling but steady. “I left to protect my son. I returned to fight for him. I will not be silent anymore.”The crowd fell quiet, surprised. Sebastian stood beside me, not speaking, letting me own my story. For the first time, I felt powerful rather than afraid.That afternoon, the tension only grew. News channels replayed the footage, twisting m

Alina’s POVThe morning felt heavier than the others, not with fear, but with the weight of meaning. I woke before the sun, listening to the ocean breathe against the shore, each wave steady, patient, certain. The quiet wrapped around me like a promise that whatever came next, I would meet it awake, aware, and unafraid.Leo slept peacefully, his face soft and relaxed, one arm curled beneath his cheek. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, memorizing the simple miracle of his calm. Every choice I made began and ended with him. That truth anchored me when doubts crept too close.Sebastian was already outside, standing near the railing, watching the horizon. The breeze lifted his hair, and he looked younger somehow, less burdened by the shadows he once carried. When he noticed me, he smiled gently, no pressure behind it, only recognition.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.“I wanted to greet the day before it greeted me,” I replied.He nodded, understanding more than he said. We stood

Alina’s POVFacing the systems that had tried to control our lives required more than strength it required clarity, honesty, and a steadfast refusal to falter.Leo shuffled into the room, rubbing his eyes. “Mama, are we going?”“Yes, my love,” I said, kneeling to meet his gaze. “We have important things to do.”He nodded, trusting without question. That trust was both a gift and a responsibility. I would carry it carefully, ensuring that every action I took protected his innocence while teaching him that courage was necessary even when fear pressed close.The drive to the city was quiet, filled with the low hum of the car engine and the occasional murmur from Leo about shells and tide pools. Sebastian drove carefully, his focus steady, but his eyes often drifted to mine. He seemed to wait for signals, for guidance, for permission to act. That patience was something I had never expected from him, and yet it was perhaps the greatest indication of how far he had truly changed.We arri