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

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, only to realize I'd been dragging

the chair behind my desk, running a hand through my hair. The office felt

from her, hoping she could live a life free of me, free of the

like how I still couldn't forget her. Even after

I hated myself

I was worse than that. I was unloving, selfish. I had convinced myself that I was doing the

picture - when she got pregnant - I told myself that walking away from Astrid was the right thing to

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

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

all the pain caused her. After all the times let her

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

made the guilt claw at me, deep and relentless. I didn't deserve her

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

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

away, I was giving her a chance at

been

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