All Chapters of The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had lied so many times that I no longer knew where the truth ended and the deception began. SELENE I rushed forward just as Sebastian opened the envelope, and in that instant I understood that some lies don't need words to destroy you. I tore the envelope and the papers from his hands with such force that the paper ripped. If there was one thing I was desperate to protect in that moment, it was my lies. I shoved the files behind my back, my breaths coming fast and uneven. Sebastian stared at me, visibly stunned. I didn't know if that look was because of how violently I had snatched the papers from him, or because he had already seen what was inside. Had he seen it? Had he read it? I'd grabbed them almost immediately, before he could properly look. That had to count for something. Maybe he hadn't seen anything. Maybe I was still safe. Please, I prayed silently. Please let him tell me he didn't see it. "S-Sebastian..." I called, my voice catching as I se

SEBASTIAN "These are the documents that need your signature." Vincent's voice cut through the quiet as he set a thick stack of files on my desk. Paper brushed wood in a dull thud. He continued speaking—something about the Elan project, procedures, timelines, things I could ask him if I needed clarification—but his voice gradually faded into the background, like a radio losing signal. Because my mind wasn't in the office. It was back in the living room last night. Back to the moment I picked up that envelope from the table. I could still feel the texture of it between my fingers. Still see the sharp panic that flashed across Selene's face when she saw it in my hands. The way she rushed toward me. The way she snatched it away. Too fast. Too desperate. Too afraid. I'd already seen what was inside. So why had I pretended I hadn't? Why did I act like I didn't read the files? But I had seen the way she reacted. I'd seen the fear that flooded her eyes.

SELENE The bar greeted us with dim amber light and the low hum of conversations layered over soft music. It wasn't exactly my kind of place, but I came here sometimes with Ashley when my thoughts grew too loud and I needed somewhere noisy enough to drown them out. We slid onto our usual stools, and without asking, the bartender set our regular cocktails in front of us. The glass was cool beneath my fingers, beads of condensation slipping slowly down its sides. Ashley lifted hers, already tilting it toward her lips when the words slipped out of mine. "I almost divorced Sebastian." She choked. The cocktail nearly sprayed from her mouth as her head snapped toward me, eyes wide. "What?" I sighed slowly, staring into my drink as if the answer might be floating somewhere inside it. "I got the divorce papers. I was going to give them to him before the accident." She shifted on her seat, the shock on her face so raw it almost hurt to look at. Ashley knew me better tha

SEBASTIAN The first thing I learned about Selene was that her eyes lied. Not to others. To herself. She thought looking away concealed what she felt, but it only made it louder. Every time her gaze drifted from mine, every time that quiet flush crept across her cheeks, she might as well have confessed aloud. I watched her now from the pool's edge, water slipping from my skin, her reflection trembling across the surface between us. She believed I didn't know. Believed I hadn't seen the document she'd tried so desperately to snatch from my hands earlier. Even now, the words lingered in my mind with irritating clarity. The neat formatting. The dates. The signature line waiting for ink that would end a marriage she smiled through like it meant something. I almost laughed. Not because it was amusing. Because it was interesting. Selene Henderson wanted to leave me. And yet she looked at me like I was something she wanted to keep. As we talked about our work, I

SELENE Sebastian offered to drive me to the gallery, and at first, I thought it was the perfect chance to break the tension lingering between us. But the moment we started moving, words deserted me. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth, my thoughts jumbled into a tangled mess I couldn't untangle. Sebastian, on the other hand, looked impossibly calm, his hands steady on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn't speak, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Should I bring up the kiss? No. That would be absurd. Kissing was something married couples did every day, it shouldn’t feel like the first time. Yet last night, I had acted like a lovestruck teenager, and I couldn’t quite forgive myself for it. I closed my eyes, wishing—if only for a second—that I could disappear entirely, dissolve into the hum of the car, and escape the heat curling in my chest. Folding my fingers together in my lap, I pressed my thumbs against each other as if the small pressure might