Our Beautiful Constellation

Special Chapter: Hyacinth - 1

Must Read!!!

Read this before reading the spec chap!!

I never imagined this book would become so popular.

I wrote this book on a whim—I just wanted to create a story where Jezreel was alive. If I didn’t, I feared my impulsive thoughts might win, and I’d end up killing the protagonist in Careful Whisper or another installment of the Ybañez series.

Honestly, no offense to the readers, but this book doesn’t even make it to my top three favorites in the Ybañez series. I find myself cringing at certain parts, especially during the exchanges of words of affirmation. I’m not the kind of person who enjoys giving or receiving that kind of language.

This book also isn’t one of my favorites because some readers become blind to the flaws when it comes to Cephues—or as you now know her, Raven—being a green flag.

I hope future readers will come to love Cephues as much as they adore Hyacinth. I also hope they won’t focus solely on the portrayers, because, in the first place, I never really intended to assign them.

The portrayers are just that—portrayers.

They’re only meant to serve as a visual reference.

When I eventually revise this book, their photos will be removed, so I hope people won’t rely solely on appearances.

(I’m getting complaints about choosing Chulian as Cephues’s portrayer instead of Dasha. Please, guys, I haven’t even read your favorite story. I only read the ones labeled “BEST” on my reading list, so let’s drop this issue already.)

Anyway, here’s a special chapter as a thank-you for reaching 400k reads. Enjoy!

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The Baby and THE BABY Part 1

Hyacinth's POV

"Oh God, I look so fat!" I groaned, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my lips twisting into a pout.

The truth was undeniable—I had gained weight.

Not just a little, but enough to notice. My once sharp jawline, which my wife Raven loved to pepper with kisses, was now softer, less defined.

My waist, the same one she adored wrapping her arms around, no longer fit the delicate mold it once had.

And my clothes? The ones she used to love sliding off me in moments of passion?

They now felt tight, snug, and unyielding. It was frustrating, infuriating even, but what else could I do?

From the kitchen came Raven’s calm voice, laced with love and nonchalance,

"No, you're not. You still look the same to me."

I rolled my eyes at her sweet lie and huffed in frustration.

"Yes, I do! You're just too polite to say it because you don't want to offend me!" I stomped into the kitchen, arms crossed and lips pouted like a child seeking attention.