All Chapters of The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The Conversation Between Us Wasn't Over

SELENE Ever since that picture of Sebastian and me began circulating online, my phone hadn’t known a moment of peace. Notifications flooded the screen nonstop. Messages. Mentions. Tags. Most of them were from television producers requesting interviews. Others were from people I didn’t even know, tagging me in posts and articles with dramatic headlines. Sebastian Kingsley’s Mystery Wife. The Hidden Mrs. Kingsley Finally Appears. I stood in the hallway of the gallery, leaning lightly against the wall as I scrolled through yet another notification. One of the tags led to a video, and curiosity got the better of me. I tapped on it. A group of hosts sat around a table, enthusiastically dissecting my marriage like it was a puzzle they had been waiting years to solve. They tossed around theories—why Sebastian had never shown me in public before, why he had kept me hidden for so long. My eyes lingered on the screen.Hidden wife. The words left a faint bitternes

The Only One You See

SEBASTIAN I pulled the car to a stop in front of Henderson Atelier, the engine humming beneath me. For a moment, I didn't move. The sleek glass building stood tall under the evening streetlights, its polished exterior reflecting streaks of gold and white from the traffic passing by. Through the windshield, I studied the entrance, my fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel. Then I exhaled and shut the engine off. The cool evening air brushed against me as I stepped out of the car. I slipped my hands into the pockets of my coat, glancing briefly up at the streetlight glowing above the entrance before heading toward the building. The doors of the Atelier slid open the moment I approached. Inside, the lobby was quiet, almost empty. A few employees lingered around the reception area, gathering their things as if they were just about to leave for the day. Even so, the moment I walked in, several heads turned. Whispers didn’t follow, but the curious glances did.

Play Your Role

I used to think the space between two people was harmless. Just distance. Just time. But standing beside Sebastian, watching the way his expression changed as he stared at the painting… I realized something else.Sometimes, that space holds things you cannot see.Things you don’t understand.Things that don’t belong to you.SELENE "Sebastian?" I called softly. No response. A strange feeling settled in my chest as I took a step closer, studying him more carefully this time. His expression wasn't blank. It was... unsettled. And for the first time since his accident, it felt like I was looking at a man who was remembering something— Something that didn't include me. My heart slammed against my ribs. If he was remembering... then everything I'd built could fall apart. "Sebastian," I called again, my voice quieter this time as I stepped closer. Saying his name now felt different. Like I was trying to pull him back from somewhere far away, so

Is It Love Or Something Else Entirely?

SEBASTIAN The first thing I notice when I step into my room is the silence. Not the kind I'm used to. This one feels... wrong. Like something followed me back from the gallery—something unseen, something waiting for me to remember it. I drag a hand through my hair, pacing once before stopping near the foot of the bed. The image refuses to settle, refuses to take shape. It’s nothing but fragments, blurred colors, a lingering feeling I can’t name... And something else. A name. It lingers at the edge of my mind, just out of reach, like it’s daring me to grasp it. I loosen my tie with a sharp tug, muttering a curse under my breath. I was still trying to make sense of that moment, of what I saw, what I felt, and then my mother had to show up. Bad timing didn’t even begin to cover it. If it wasn’t for Selene... She would’ve been out of this house by now. I push the thought aside and head straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower. Water spill

He Didn't Let Go

I didn't understand him. Not the way he held me last night... not the way he pushed me away at the gallery... and definitely not the way my heart still chose him despite it all.SELENE I broke down. And I wasn't even sure why.Was it my mother-in-law’s threat?Or was it Sebastian’s words at the balcony? Maybe it was both. Maybe it was everything. It all came crashing down at once, settling heavily on my chest until it felt impossible to breathe. That was why I came out to the balcony in the first place, to be alone, to clear my head, to gather myself before I completely fell apart. But then Sebastian showed up. And he kept asking questions.Kept looking at me like he could see right through me. And I— I couldn't hold it in anymore. Because somewhere along the line, I had come to a realization I wasn't ready to face. That I might lose him the moment his memories return… And I still hadn't made peace with that.*** Thankfully, he didn't brin

Who's Behind The Wheel?

SEBASTIAN I didn't start the car. I just sat there, my hands resting on the steering wheel, watching her walk away. She didn't look back. "You're getting attached." My gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, catching my mother’s reflection. "Isn't that a good thing?" I returned, pressing the start button. The engine hummed to life beneath my hands. She gave a small, careless shrug. "Could be good. Could be bad. Depends on how this all ends for you." I frowned slightly. I didn’t fully understand what she meant, but I wasn’t in the mood to unravel her riddles. Instead, I met her eyes in the mirror again, my tone turning firmer. “I’ll pick your calls. I’ll come see you.” That got her attention. Her brows lifted in surprise. "In exchange..." I continued, my grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel, "don’t mess with my wife." For a second, she just stared at me, her mouth slightly open before she let out a short, disbelieving scoff. "When did

Neither Ends Well

SELENE I studied the projection screen as ideas streamed across the room. "I’ve already made a selection of the new artists whose work will be displayed," I stated as I turned slightly. "Sarah, send them an email and arrange a meeting." "Okay, ma’am," Sarah acknowledged, jotting it down. "What about Mr. Wallace?" I prompted, lifting my eyes to the rest of the team. George shifted slightly in his seat. "We’re still trying to reach him," he replied. "Though his secretary mentioned in our last correspondence that he isn't interested in working with us." A quiet breath left me. Mr. Wallace’s pieces were among the few I truly admired. His works carried a presence strong enough to define an entire exhibition. I had intended for his art to be one of the highlights, but getting through to him had proven nearly impossible. He was known for being elusive… and selective. "Keep trying," I insisted, folding my hands lightly on the table. "Do we know where he might be? We co

The Game Moved On But I Didn't

SELENE "Cheers!" Glasses met midair, the soft clink carrying easily into the open night. I lifted mine a second too late, the rim brushing against someone else’s before I brought it to my lips. Beyond the glass panels, the city stretched endlessly with lights flickering like distant stars. Laughter spilled around the room. At the center of it all stood Anton. He raised his glass slightly, waiting just long enough for the chatter to taper off. "I’m not big on speeches," he began, a faint curve tugging at his lips, "but I suppose I should say something before you all decide I’m just here to criticize your work." A ripple of laughter moved through the group. Mine followed a second later, almost reluctant. "I’ve seen what you’ve built here..." he continued, "and I’ll admit, I’m impressed." His gaze shifted briefly. But it landed on me. Then moved on. "Let’s make this exhibition something people won't forget." He lifted his glass. "Welcome to the team!"

The Truth Sat on My Tongue

I didn't know where to look. Anton. Sebastian. Both of them standing there, pulling at two different versions of my life. And me... caught somewhere in between everything I had buried and everything I was trying so hard to protect. SELENE For a second, I was certain I was imagining it. Sebastian... here? No. That didn't make sense. It had to be the alcohol, just enough to blur reality, to make me see things that weren't there. He didn’t know about the team gathering. I hadn’t even replied to his text. So how could he be standing right in front of me? But then he moved. And my heart stuttered. He was real. Every step he took toward us made the air feel tighter, like something was about to snap. I just stood there, watching him close the distance. Then his hand found mine. He pulled me to his side like it was instinct. "We’re leaving." His voice was calm, controlled… but there was something beneath it. He spared Anton a brief glance. "Enjoy your

Let Me In

SEBASTIAN She didn't finish. I knew she wouldn't. The words had been there. I saw it in the way her lips parted, in the way her fingers tightened around mine like she was bracing for impact. Like whatever she was about to say might shatter something between us. And then... nothing. "Selene," I whispered, "whatever it is... don’t lie to me." It was the closest I could get to asking without forcing it. A chance to say what was clearly clawing its way out of her. A few heartbeats passed. Then she finally spoke. "My father’s..." Her voice faltered as her gaze slipped away from mine, drifting toward the window. "My father’s birthday is coming up, and he wants you to be there." For a second, I just stared at her. Then a breathless laugh escaped me, my lips parting as I leaned back slightly. "Is that... is that what you wanted to say?" A pause. "Yes." The word landed flat. I let go of her hand, the warmth of her fingers slipped away.

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