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.

my distance, why I had pushed her away, why I had tried

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 a prison I'd built for

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

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

forget me, just like how I still couldn't forget her.

I hated

I was worse than that. I was unloving, selfish.

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

how it had happened - how I had ended up in a marriage

Astrid. Not

looked at me today, I saw it in her eyes-she still had feelings

love with me, after all the pain caused her. After all the times let her down, left her in

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

chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples, the

had ruined her. I had broken her, piece by piece, and all the while,

by pushing her away, I was giving her a chance at happiness-a chance to build a life without me dragging

been happy,

now I could see the truth in her eyes, the same truth I had been running from all these years. I had done this. I had made her miserable. I had kept her