The Husband Who Fell in Love With Me Twice
"Do you enjoy this? Ignoring me like I don't exist? Do you have any idea how humiliating this feels, waiting for you like some fool?"
After three years of a cold, loveless marriage, Selene Henderson finally gathers the courage to walk away from her distant billionaire husband, Sebastian Kingsley.
She's ready to file for divorce... until a tragic accident changes everything.
When Sebastian wakes up with no memory of the woman he once pushed away, Selene finds herself trapped in a marriage she was desperate to escape, this time with a man who suddenly looks at her like she's his whole world.
But can love born from broken memories survive the truth of their painful past?
Or will the secrets she's been hiding destroy them all over again?
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Chapter 7
SELENE
I didn't realize how unprepared I was until Sebastian asked a question I couldn't outrun.
What could it have meant to him?
The question circled endlessly in my mind, refusing to settle. I wished desperately that I could ask Sebastian directly, but the man I could have questioned no longer existed. This version of him carried no memories of our past, only fragments that didn't belong to us and silences where answers should have been.
From the day we married to the day of his accident, he had made me believe he hated me. Hated my presence, my voice, even the air I shared with him. He recoiled from everything that had my name attached to it. Or so I had thought.
Now, knowing the date he had chosen for his phone password, I felt torn in two.
Had I been wrong all along?
Or was I simply clinging to meaning where there was none, desperate to rewrite a story that had already broken me?
Stop overthinking, Selene, my mind scolded quietly. It's just a phone password. Don't turn it into something it's not. Don't forget how he treated you before.
I nodded to myself, as if the reminder had been spoken aloud. I needed it. More than I cared to admit.
Sliding the door open, I stepped back into his ward, phone in hand. The room was empty.
"Where on earth did this man go?" I muttered. "Is he even allowed to be wandering around?"
With a tired sigh, I turned and headed back into the hallway, setting off in search of my husband who apparently couldn't keep himself in one place for more than five minutes.
I made my way to the hospital balcony, where Sebastian sat on a bench near the railing.
I let out a breath and started toward him, relief loosening my steps.
Then I stopped.
He wasn't alone.
A young girl in a wheelchair stared at the Rubik's cube in his hands, her eyes wide with wonders.
"Whoa! How did you do that?" She exclaimed, pointing at the cube just as his fingers moved with precised speed. In seconds, the colors aligned perfectly.
"This is very easy." Sebastian said lightly, smiling at her amazement.
I folded my arms, watching from a short distance.
"You're like a pro." The girl said in awe, then sighed dramatically. "This is so unfair. I can't believe you beat me."
Sebastian laughed softly. "I won fair."
"It's not fair." She whined, snatching the cube from him. "You're an adult and I'm still a kid. When I grow older like you, I'll be a pro too."
"Yeah," he replied, smiling at her, "but you'll never beat me."
She scrunched up her nose at him, and I felt a smile tug at my lips.
I had never seen Sebastian like this, so relaxed, so gentle. I had never seen him with children, never seen this easy, playful side of him.
"Anyway," the little girl asked, tilting her head curiously, "why are you here? Are you sick like me?"
Sebastian touched his head lightly and nodded. "I was in an accident. It... affected my head."
The girl frowned, squinting at him. "How?"
"I don't remember anyone," he admitted, his voice quiet, "except one person."
I froze, hidden behind a railing, listening.
Her eyes went wide. "You don't remember your family or friends?"
He shook his head.
"Then... who's the person you do remember?" She pressed.
Sebastian paused for a moment, and then a small, soft smile curved his lips. "My wife."
The girl let out a delighted laugh. "Wow. That's... interesting. So, how does it feel.. not having a single memory of the past?"
He exhaled slowly, looking out over the balcony for a moment. "I.. don't really know. I guess I'm supposed to be okay." He went silent, and the girl just waited patiently, as if she understood that some answers took time.
"I'm still figuring things out." He added finally, his smile faint but genuine.
The girl nodded sagely. "You're smart. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He chuckled lightly, his eyes meeting hers. "You have an eye for good character."
I smiled, biting my lower lip.
"But..." The girl said, glancing past Sebastian in my direction. I turned to see who she was looking at, then I realized it was me.
"There's a lady who has been staring at you." She said, pointing, and Sebastian's head whipped toward me.
Too late to hide, I gave a small, awkward wave. "I was wondering where you went." I said, stepping closer.
"That's my wife." He told her.
The girl studied me for a moment. "She's beautiful."
"I know, right?" He said with a grin, his gaze softening as it met mine.
Lord. This was... so much.
Much to my relief, a nurse approached.
"Your break time is over, Stella." She said.
The girl sighed. "It was nice talking to you."
They high-fived before the nurse led her away, and Sebastian let out a small, wistful sigh.
"She's so cute." He murmured.
"I know, right." I replied, and the corner of his lips curved into a smile.
His gaze drifted to the children playing nearby. "The air feels nice out here." He murmured, exhaling slowly. Then he turned toward me, tapping the space beside him. "Come sit."
I hesitated, my fingers nervously tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Being this close to him still felt strange.
When I glanced at him, he was already watching me, smiling. He seemed to smile so often now, it made my heart flutter.
"There's something I'm curious about." He began.
"What... is it?" I asked, leaning slightly forward.
"Vincent told me we've been married for three years." He said, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was stalling, drawing this out on purpose.
"Yeah?" I prompted, my heartbeat picking up.
He looked ahead, quiet for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.
I caught his side profile bathed in sunlight. It was unreal and I couldn't look away.
But the pause stretched, making me more nervous by the second.
Then he turned back to me, tilting his head slightly. "How come we don't have any kids? Does that make any sense?"
Right. It made no sense, just like his question.
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But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone.
When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains-
When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?
7.3
Eloise was the untouchable Brandt family heiress, just one audition away from landing a lead movie role and escaping her golden cage.
But overnight, her family's empire completely collapsed.
With her father dying of heart failure, her mother forced her to beg the only man who could save them: Christian Clarke.
Christian was the ruthless billionaire who had publicly humiliated Eloise in college, ripping up her love letter in front of a laughing crowd.
Now, he tossed a fifty-million-dollar acquisition contract on the table.
"What exactly is the Brandt heiress putting up for sale today?"
To secure her father's medical care, Eloise was forced to sign a suffocating marriage contract, selling herself as a corporate tax shield.
He moved her into his freezing penthouse and treated her like a purchased asset. He mocked her attempts to cook him dinner, yet pinned her against the wall with punishing, possessive kisses whenever she tried to pull away.
Eloise's pride was entirely shattered.
She didn't understand why he was doing this. If he hated her so much and only wanted revenge, why did his touch carry such an agonizing, desperate heat?
Determined to survive, she went to her final audition and miraculously won the lead role, crying tears of joy because she had finally earned something on her own.
She had no idea that the cold-blooded monster sleeping beside her had just secretly threatened to destroy all of Hollywood to give it to her.
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
8.8
I was the despised adopted daughter of the Sanders family, hiding behind heavy gothic makeup and enduring their daily disgust.
The day my adoptive father died in a severe car crash, my adoptive mother and stepsister didn't even bother to call me.
Instead, while his body was still warm, my mother filed a multi-million dollar life insurance claim.
"I am not feeding a useless freak for another day. Pack your trash and get out."
She kicked me out into the freezing rain, but that wasn't the worst of it.
My stepsister Cornelia stole my greatest secret. Five years ago, I saved the life of Fidel Vaughan, a ruthless billionaire heir, from a burning estate.
Cornelia claimed my identity, accepted a million-dollar reward, and secured a marriage proposal from him, burning my only proof to ashes.
They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic high schooler they could discard and replace.
But when I hacked the police files, I discovered my father's crash wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit, and the Vaughan Group had hijacked the traffic cameras to cover it up.
I washed off the ugly black makeup, shedding the disguise of a pathetic outcast.
I am Spectre, the world's most elusive hacker and underground doctor.
I intercepted the billionaire heir's heavily armed convoy in the dead of night. They thought they could steal my life and murder my father, but now, I hold the needle that controls Fidel Vaughan's sanity, and I will make them all pay.
9.1
Isabella thought she had the perfect life as the wealthy Conrad family heiress, complete with a loving childhood sweetheart.
Until she woke up drugged in a hotel bed, blinded by paparazzi flashes, as her fiancé pointed a shaking finger at her, screaming that she had drugged and seduced him.
"She threatened to ruin Kaylie if I didn't sleep with her!" he yelled to the cameras.
Kaylie, the newly discovered biological daughter, stood in the doorway weeping perfectly.
Within hours, Isabella's adoptive father publicly severed all ties, froze her assets, and kicked her out into a violent thunderstorm.
Fleeing the city, her car's brakes suddenly failed.
As Isabella lay dying in the crushed metal of her Porsche, Kaylie strolled up with a pristine umbrella and a genuine smile.
"The mechanic was quite expensive, but cutting the brake lines was worth every penny," Kaylie laughed.
Isabella coughed up blood, her heart turning to ice. Her twenty years of family, love, and loyalty had been nothing but a cruel joke, destroyed by a calculated frame-up.
She died suffocating on absolute betrayal and unadulterated hatred.
Then, she gasped for air.
She wasn't dead. She was sitting in the driver's seat of her car, staring at her flawless reflection in the rearview mirror.
It was exactly four years ago—the day the real heiress first arrived.
A chilling smirk curled the corner of Isabella's mouth. This time, she was going to rip their lives apart from the inside out.
8.0
She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything.
Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune.
Then she woke up.
Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still.
The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything.
Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed.
And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground.
She's not surviving the apocalypse.
She's building it.