All Chapters of The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ASHLEYThe Present Day "After that night..." I began, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. "We promised each other it would never happen again. We agreed that whatever existed between us ended with Olivia's wedding." A quiet laugh escaped me. "We were only lying to ourselves." I lowered my eyes to the cup in my hands. "That night didn't end anything. It only opened a door." I let out a slow breath. "And every single time we told ourselves it was the last..." I shook my head. "...we somehow found ourselves back in each other's arms." Anton remained silent, giving me the space to continue. "We even started making rules." I smiled faintly at the memory. "Rules. Agreements. Boundaries." Another humorless laugh slipped from my lips. "As if a few rules could stop what had already happened." I looked up at him. "The truth is... I'd crossed that line long before Olivia's wedding." My voice softened. "I just spent four years pretending I hadn't." Anton rested his

ASHLEY "Zara!" I lifted my hand high above the crowd the moment I spotted a familiar head of blonde hair weaving through the arrivals hall. She wasn't exactly difficult to find. Zara had always possessed that rare ability to draw attention without even trying. The moment she saw me, her entire face lit up. "There you are!" she squealed, pushing her suitcase toward me. She looked exactly as I remembered—beautiful, confident, and effortlessly stylish. Her fitted crop top and short denim skirt showed off her tiny waist and long legs, turning more than a few heads as she crossed the terminal. But Zara either didn't notice or simply didn't care. "Welcome." I opened my arms. "Oh, God, I missed you!" she laughed, throwing herself into the hug. "It's been forever." "It really has." I pulled back just enough to look at her properly. "You look amazing." She tossed her blonde hair over one shoulder and grinned. "So do you." Her eyes swept over me play

ANTON I spotted my parents seated across the restaurant, deep in conversation. For a moment, I simply stood there. Mum looked... exactly as I remembered. Time had softened nothing about her beauty. If anything, the years had only added to it. She still carried herself with effortless elegance, her smile gentle as she spoke to Father. A tight knot formed in my chest. How long had it been since I'd seen her this close? Suddenly, my feet refused to move. James must have noticed because he placed a reassuring hand against my back. "It's okay," he whispered. I swallowed and gave a small nod. Together, we walked toward their table. "Mum! Dad!" James called cheerfully. They both looked up. "You're finally here. What took you—" Mum's words died the instant her eyes landed on me. The smile on her face froze. Across from her, Father's expression hardened almost immediately. The warmth vanished from his features. Damn. I shouldn't

SELENE Music pulsed through the nightclub, the bass vibrating beneath my feet as colored lights swept across the crowded dance floor. "This way!" Zara returned to our table carrying three glasses of amber-colored liquor. "Here." She handed one to Ashley, one to me, then lifted hers without hesitation and emptied it in one smooth gulp. Ashley brought her glass to her nose and immediately grimaced. She leaned toward me and lowered her voice. "This is strong. Sip it slowly." "No, no." Zara waved a dismissive hand. "Don't listen to Ashley." She nudged my arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Drink it. It'll wash away those nerves." I looked down at the glass. Then, before I could think twice, I tipped my head back and finished it in one swallow. "That's it!" Zara squealed, clapping excitedly. She immediately reached for two more glasses from the tray passing by and thrust one into my hand. "Again." Ashley's eyes widened. "Zara, she's no

ASHLEY I'd lied to Selene and Zara, telling them I was going to get more drinks. The truth was... I just wanted a moment to myself. Away from the deafening bass vibrating through the club. Away from Zara enthusiastically trying to set me up with every guy who looked in our direction. Away from my own thoughts. I slipped onto one of the bar stools, exhaling quietly as the bartender approached. "A whiskey, please." He nodded, poured the amber liquid into a crystal glass, and slid it across the counter. "Thank you," I murmured. I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. The warmth burned pleasantly down my throat. Just then, the music changed. The familiar melody drifted through the speakers, and I groaned under my breath. "Oh, God... I hate this song." "You're not the only one, my dear." The deep, husky voice came from beside me. I turned my head. A man occupied the stool a few seats away, a tumbler of amber liquor