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 was

relief. And in a way, I did. But it wasn't the kind of relief I'd hoped for. It was more

hand through my hair.

truth that I had kept from her, hoping she could live a life free

couldn't forget me, just like how I still couldn't forget her. Even after all these years.

hated myself

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,

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

kind of man 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

didn't deserve Astrid. Not after everything. I

saw

me, after all the pain caused her. After all the times let her

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

made the guilt claw at me, deep and relentless. I

chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples, the weight of

ruined her. I had broken her, piece by piece, and all the while, I had told myself that it was for her

a chance at happiness-a

hadn't been happy,

same truth I had been running from all these years. I had