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.

I had pushed her away, why I had tried to convince myself that leaving her behind

in a way, I did. But it wasn't the kind of relief I'd hoped for. It was more like a release from a prison I'd built for myself,

desk, running a hand through my hair. The office felt suffocating, like the walls were

from her, hoping she could live a life free of me, free of the mistakes I made. But it hadn't worked, had

still couldn't forget her. Even after all these years. Even after everything that happened between

I hated myself for

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

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

did that 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

didn't deserve Astrid. Not after everything. I

today, I saw it in her eyes-she still

was still in love with me, after all the pain caused her. After all the times let her down, left her in the dark refused to give her

she still care for me after everything I'd put her through? How could she still look at me like I was someone worth holding

the guilt claw at me, deep and relentless. I didn't deserve her love. I had never deserved

rubbing my temples, the weight of it all crushing me from

piece by piece, and all the while, I had told myself that it was for

I was giving her a chance at happiness-a chance to build a life without

she hadn't been happy,

her eyes, the same truth I had been running from all these years.