Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 278: Unforgettable Love

Killian's POV

I walked into my office, the door closing with a soft thud behind me, and for a moment, I just stood there in the silence.

The conversation I'd just had with Astrid echoed in my head like a storm that wouldn't settle.

It was as if the weight I'd been carrying for years had finally been lifted off my shoulders, but in its place

was something else a heaviness that sank deeper into my chest, pressing down like a weight I couldn't escape.

I had told her. After all this time, I had finally told her the truth.

The truth I'd buried for years, the one I thought would protect her. The truth that I never loved Giselle-not

in the way a man should love his wife. That everything I did, I did for my son.

I had tried to be a good father, to keep the family intact for him, even though every day felt like I was living a lie.

Astrid finally knew that now.

had kept my distance, why I had pushed her away, why I had tried to convince myself that leaving her behind was the right

that by telling her, I'd feel some kind of relief. And in a way, I did. But it wasn't the kind of relief I'd hoped for. It was more like a release from

desk, running a hand through my

had told her, and now she knew the truth. The truth that I had kept from her, hoping she could live a life free of me, free of the mistakes I made. But

I still couldn't forget her. Even

I hated

life when she was married to me. I was a bad husband. No, I was worse than that. I was unloving, selfish. I had convinced myself that I was doing the best I could, but deep down, I knew

came into the picture - when she got pregnant - I told myself that walking away from Astrid was the right thing to do. That by building a family with Giselle, I was being the man my son needed me to

make me? I couldn't even remember how it had happened - how I had ended up in a marriage that felt like a prison, with a child I loved but a life I

Astrid. Not after everything. I never

saw

After all the times let her down, left her in the

How could she still

and relentless. I didn't deserve her

leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples, the weight of it all crushing

piece, and all the

her a chance at happiness-a chance

been happy, had

been running from all these years. I had done this.