All Chapters of The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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A Date With My Husband

SELENE I was putting the finishing touches on my look, pressing my lips together after applying lipstick, then checking the mirror one last time to make sure my makeup and dress were perfect. A satisfied smile curved my lips—I was ready. Just then, my phone screen lit up. A text from Sebastian: "I’m outside." Exactly seven o’clock. He had arrived right on time. I quickly typed a reply, letting him know I was coming, then slipped my phone into my bag and stepped out of the bathroom. I pressed the elevator button, waiting, when the doors slid open and the last person I wanted to see was already inside. Anton looked up, his brown curls falling across his forehead and brushing his brows. He straightened, letting a slow smirk curl at the corner of his lips. "Aren’t you getting in?" he murmured just as the elevator doors began to close. I exhaled, muttering a quiet sigh. Against my better judgment, I stepped inside, planting myself at the far end of the elevator to create a

Falling In Love With Someone I Already Love

Some people have a way of showing up exactly when you least want them to. SELENE Sebastian turned his head toward the voice that had called his name. I didn't. I didn't need to. I already knew who it was. Anton stepped into place beside me, facing Sebastian as if he had every right to stand there. A quiet unease stirred in my chest, and without thinking, I rubbed my elbow, a nervous habit I hadn't realized I'd kept. What is he planning? Sebastian’s brows drew together slightly as he studied him, his gaze sharp, assessing—clearly searching his memory and finding nothing. "Nice to meet you," Anton offered smoothly, extending his hand. Sebastian didn’t take it. His eyes dropped briefly to the outstretched hand, then lifted again to Anton’s face, expression cool and unreadable. "And you are?" Anton parted his lips— "Anton Miller," I cut in quickly. "He’s the lead curator consultant assisting me for the upcoming exhibition." My glance flicked toward Anton as I spo

It's More Like Instinct

SELENE Our steak arrived, the rich aroma curling between us like an invitation. While Sebastian reached for his knife and fork, calm and composed as ever, I drew in a quiet breath and reminded myself of Ashley's voice in my head. Seductive Strategy 101. Her words, not mine. Make him obsessed. I still wasn't entirely sure I knew how, but she'd told me to be bold, to stop hiding behind my shyness. So I decided, for once, to trust her. Phase one: eye contact. Hold his stare. Don't look away. My gaze settled on him. I watched the way his fingers curved around the utensils, the subtle flex of muscle beneath his skin, the faint veins rising along the back of his hands as he cut into the steak with effortless precision. There was something hypnotic about it... controlled strength, quiet confidence. When he finished slicing a piece, he lifted his eyes and caught me staring. Instinctively, my breath caught. My lashes almost lowered. But I remembered. Don’t sh

Lord... Help Me

The Night Before the DateSEBASTIAN I'd kissed Selene. And I wouldn't pretend I didn't know how it had happened. I'd thought about it before, more than once, if I was being honest. Ever since the day she'd worn my shirt, the image of her lips had lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, like a temptation waiting patiently for its moment. I'd ignored it. Suppressed it. Told myself it didn't matter. Until the pool. Until she’d been standing there, close enough for me to feel her warmth through the water, close enough for me to see the way her breath hitched when I looked at her too long. And then restraint—whatever fragile thread of it I’d been holding onto—had snapped. If she hadn't pulled away, I would have done more. She'd fled the pool, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, like she’d just realized what we’d done. Like she’d just realized what I might do next. I stayed there for a moment after she left, the water rippling softly around me, my pulse still hammering as if it

It Was Telling Me Two

An Hour Before the DateSEBASTIAN "Can you find this person?" I slid the photograph across the desk toward him. Vincent took it carefully, adjusting his glasses as his eyes sharpened over the image. He studied it longer than I expected, his expression tightening with concentration. "Who is she?" "If I knew who she was," I replied, my tone edged and impatient, "I wouldn't be asking you to find her, would I?" His mouth parted slightly, apology flashing across his face as if he'd only just remembered the state of my memory. "Right. I’m sorry." He cleared his throat, glancing down at the photograph again. "Who could have sent this to you?" I leaned back in my chair and rested my cheek against my knuckles, my fingers drumming a quiet rhythm against my jaw. "I don't know." The truth sat heavier than I liked. I didn't know who she was. I didn't know why someone would send me pictures of us together. I didn't know why her name—Irene—felt like it was scratching at the insi

Some Part Of You Wants To Know How This Ends

ASHLEY I rubbed at my tired eyes and finally shut down my system, the screen fading to black with a quiet hum. The office had emptied out over an hour ago, but I'd stayed behind as usual, determined to finish everything before heading home. I was always the last to leave.With a sigh, I stretched, feeling the stiffness pull at my shoulders, then grabbed my handbag and made my way toward the exit. My heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, the sound echoing through the deserted hallway. The building felt different at night. Hollow. Watching. I pushed the exit door open and stepped outside, inhaling deeply. The cool night air hit my face, carrying the faint scent of cigarette. I wrinkled my nose, glancing around, trying to place where it was coming from— "Finally out, huh?" I jumped. My heart slammed against my ribs as I spun toward the voice. Anton leaned casually against the wall, half-hidden in shadow, a cigarette glowing faintly between his finge

Silence Isn't Always Awkward

SELENE The moment Sebastian walked away, the table felt too big. Too quiet. Too empty. I stared at the half-finished glasses between us, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table as if gripping it could steady the strange feeling settling in my chest. What just happened? One moment he had been sitting across from me, his gaze distant, like he was listening to something only he could hear. The next moment he was gone.Just like that. He hadn't even looked at me when he stood up. My mind immediately replayed my words, over and over again. What is your instinct telling you right now? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that. Maybe that question crossed some invisible line I didn't know existed. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, the faint headache forming behind my eyes. This wasn’t how I imagined our date turning out. Not even close.I needed to fix it. But how? What could I possibly say—or do—that would dissolve this sudden tension hangin

I'm Not Feeling Very Smart Right Now

I learned two things during that drive. First, Sebastian notices far too much about me. And second, apparently I bite my lip when I'm nervous. SELENE The date might not have gone the way I imagined it would. In fact, it had been nothing like the version I had played over and over in my head before tonight. But strangely, it made me realize things I had never really noticed before. Like the way Sebastian was still struggling with whatever this was between us. And with my feelings for him. I had always known I loved Sebastian. That part had never been uncertain. I had been sure of it since the first day I set my eyes on him. But tonight made me realize something I hadn't understood before. Loving someone once wasn't the end of it. You could keep falling in love with the same person again... and again... and again. There weren't really words to explain it. Only the quiet, terrifying certainty that I was already far too deep in it. So deep that the thought of ever

They Never Mentioned Her Name

SEBASTIAN The moment the bathroom door closed behind me, I braced both hands against the sink and stared at my reflection. My pulse was still racing. Jesus Christ. I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly, but Selene's scent still clung stubbornly to my lungs. One more second in that bed and I would have kissed her. Worse than that, I wasn't sure I would have stopped there. I tipped my head back with a long sigh, the image replaying in my mind whether I wanted it to or not — Selene on the bed, her lips slightly parted, her body leaning toward mine as if she had no idea what she was doing to me. "Fuck." The word slipped out under my breath. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, twisting the knob until the water came rushing down. Cold water splashed over my body. It should have helped. It should have cleared my head. It should have shocked my system back into control. But it didn't. If anything, the memory of her le

I Guess I Really Was My Father's Daughter

SELENE I took a slow breath, steadying myself before knocking on the door. My fingers lingered on the knob for a second before I twisted it and stepped inside. Jordan was already there, lounging comfortably on the couch. Father sat behind his office desk, his attention fixed on the television mounted on the wall. The soft glow from the screen flickered across the room. "You’re here," Father acknowledged without looking at me. I nodded. But as I moved to take a seat, the conversation coming from the television made me stop mid-step. "Has the reclusive wife finally gained the spotlight?" one of the TV hosts asked, turning toward the others with obvious curiosity. "I was so shocked when I saw the picture of Sebastian Kingsley and his wife last night," another host added. "Especially since the two of them have never been spotted together before." A shaky breath slipped from my lungs. My eyes instinctively shifted to Father. He was watching the television with

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