《The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice 》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

SELENE Sleeping was never really an option when something was tearing you apart from the inside. No matter how tightly I shut my eyes or how many times I forced myself to breathe through it, the chaos in my head refused to quiet down. I had told myself I could pretend everything was fine. That if I acted unaffected, maybe it would hurt less. But lying alone in that bed felt wrong. Strange. And almost ironic. Because I had slept alone in this exact room for years without a problem. Yet after spending months beside Sebastian, after growing used to the warmth of his body, the sound of his breathing, the weight of his arm occasionally brushing against mine, I no longer remembered what loneliness was supposed to feel like. Now I did. And it was unbearable. I tossed onto my back for what had to be the hundredth time before finally giving up. With a frustrated sigh, I sat upright and switched on the lamp beside the bed. Soft golden light spilled across the ro

SELENE Loving Sebastian had always felt a little like standing too close to the ocean. Beautiful. Powerful. Dangerous enough to drown me if I wasn’t careful. But last night, for the first time, it hadn’t felt like I was drowning alone. A small smile touched my lips as I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, fastening my earrings carefully into place. "You’re already dressed this early?" Sebastian’s voice came from across the room, rough and hoarse with sleep. I glanced over my shoulder to find him sitting up in bed, one hand dragging lazily through his messy dark hair. The sight alone made warmth bloom in my chest. "Yeah," I replied, reaching for my makeup brush. "I actually have a meeting this morning." "Oh?" "There’s this renowned artist, Mr. Wallace," I explained while applying a light layer of makeup. "The Atelier has been trying to convince him to headline our upcoming exhibition.” “Mm.” The mattress shifted behind me.

SELENE By the time we arrived at Mr. Wallace’s estate, my nerves had completely taken over. Not even the memory of Sebastian’s voice this morning was enough to calm them now. I stared through the car window at the massive iron gates towering ahead of us and swallowed hard. "Tell me honestly,” I said quietly, “do I look like someone about to secure a groundbreaking exhibition deal… or someone seconds away from passing out?” Beside me, Anton let out a soft laugh as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I think you look great.” “I look great,” I repeated under my breath while undoing my own seatbelt. The gates slowly creaked open before us. And somehow, that made everything worse. If genius and madness were somehow related, then Arthur Wallace’s estate was the perfect asylum. The front gates hadn’t even fully opened before Anton and I stepped out of the car. The air here felt different. Cool damp wind drifted through the secluded hills surrounding the property,

ASHLEY The blinds were still closed.The office still smelled like his cologne.Five minutes ago, I had been happier than I'd been in months.Now I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.And for the first time since I'd walked into his office, Jordan had no response ready.The silence was unbearable.It hurt far more than I expected.A laugh escaped me, brittle and humorless. “Do you hear how insane that sounds?”Jordan's jaw flexed. “Ash—”“No. Seriously.”I folded my arms across my chest, hugging myself against the sudden ache spreading through me.“Four years.”His eyes darkened instantly. The easy warmth from moments ago vanished, replaced by that familiar mask of composure he wore whenever he was trying to keep control of a situation.“Don't do this here,” he said quietly.The warning in his voice only fueled my anger.“Don't do what?” I shot back. “State the timeline?”I took a step away from him.The weakness that had been lingering in my legs disappeared beneath a

SEBASTIAN The contract in front of me had remained open on the same page for the last ten minutes. Which was impressive. Not because the document was particularly complicated. But because I hadn't absorbed a single word of it. My attention kept drifting back to one thing. Selene. More specifically, Selene standing alone in a bathroom several miles away, carrying enough guilt to apologize for a mistake she had made nine years ago. I leaned back in my chair and dragged a hand over my jaw. Most people spent their entire lives avoiding accountability. Some spent years rewriting history until they were no longer the villain in their own story. Yet somehow my wife had locked herself in a restroom because she felt terrible about hurting a boy she'd dated when she was seventeen. The thought pulled an involuntary smile from me. God. She really was something else. "You're smiling again." I looked up. Vincent stood in the doorway h