The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

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

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

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

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

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 lea