All Chapters of HIS ONE NIGHT, MY FOREVER : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Alina’s POV The early morning sun spilled over the horizon, casting a golden glow across our beach house. The ocean shimmered like liquid metal, and the gentle roar of waves filled the air with a sense of calm that I hadn’t known in years. I sat on the balcony with a steaming cup of tea, the baby resting in her sling against my chest, while Sebastian leaned against the railing beside me, a serene smile on his face. Our world had changed, no shadows, no threats but what we had gained was even more profound: peace, safety, and the quiet rhythm of ordinary life. Leo ran along the sand below, laughing, chasing the dog as it bounded joyfully in the surf. His giggles carried over the waves, a sound that anchored me to this life, reminding me why every fight, every fear, every sleepless night had been worth it. I took a deep breath, letting the salty breeze fill my lungs. For the first time, I felt that the chaos of the past months was not haunting me, but behind me, leaving only a

Alina’s POV I rested my head against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of family, and the safety we had fought for. Finally, I allowed myself to fully believe in this life, our life. The shadows of the past, the threats, the fear, they were gone. What remained was love, trust, and the quiet, perfect rhythm of family. And in that moment, with the ocean singing softly in the distance and Sebastian holding me close, I knew that every struggle, every tear, every moment of fear had been worth it. Because this life, our life was real, it was ours, and it was unbreakable. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the beach. The waves lapped gently against the shore, their soft rhythm matching the quiet beating of my heart. I sat on a blanket, the baby asleep in my arms, while Leo played nearby with the dog, collecting shells and giggling with abandon. The air smelled of salt and freedom, freedom we had fought for, fought h

Alina’s POV And I knew, without doubt, that no shadow, no past threat, and no fear could ever touch what we had built together.The morning sunlight poured into the beach house, warm and golden, painting the walls in soft hues. I sat on the balcony, the baby asleep in my arms, and Leo playing nearby with his dog, constructing imaginary forts out of driftwood and seashells. The gentle sound of the waves created a rhythm that matched the calm in my heart, a calm I hadn’t known in years.Sebastian came out behind me, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor. He draped an arm over my shoulder, pressing his lips to my temple. “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.I leaned into him, smiling softly. “Good morning. It feels… perfect. Ordinary, peaceful, and yet extraordinary because it’s ours.”He kissed my cheek, lingering for a moment. “Every day we get with this family feels extraordinary,” he said, eyes soft but intense. “Leo, the baby… and you. I never want to take any of it for gra

Alina’s POVThe morning air was crisp and salty, carrying the faint scent of seaweed and ocean spray. I sat on the balcony with the baby nestled against my chest, her tiny fingers curling around mine. Leo played on the sand below, making elaborate castles and decorating them with shells and driftwood. The sight of him, laughing freely without fear, made my chest swell with gratitude.Sebastian came out of the house, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of tea. He handed me one, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Good morning, my love,” he said softly, his eyes lingering on me in that familiar way that always made my heart skip a beat. “You look radiant today.”I smiled, resting my hand over my stomach instinctively. “The baby’s been kicking all morning,” I admitted. “I think they like the sunshine as much as we do.”Sebastian knelt beside me, placing his hand gently on my belly. “They’re lucky,” he murmured. “Lucky to have a mother as strong, loving, and beautiful as you.

Alina’s POV Protecting him had become more urgent than any reconciliation or explanation.I paced the nursery, rocking the baby in my womb with one hand while my mind raced. Questions I didn’t want to ask bubbled like molten lava inside me. How long had Sebastian been with her? Did he ever love me fully while she existed in the shadows of our marriage? Could I ever trust him again? The anger threatened to consume me, but beneath it lay a deeper, sharper pain, fear. Fear that the man I had given everything to had chosen someone else over our family.Sebastian’s footsteps echoed softly in the hallway, tentative and measured. He appeared in the doorway, his face pale, eyes raw with regret. “Alina,” he said, his voice low, steady yet strained. “Please, just let me—”I raised a hand, cutting him off. “Don’t. Don’t even try to speak.” My voice shook, but I made it firm, deliberate. “I need to decide if you’re worth listening to.”He stepped closer, a pleading gesture, but I shook my head