Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 58

"Do you not even regret what you're doing?"

For the first time, I was seeing the merciless side of the man I loved. I had always known that Reyansh wasn't a kind man—not in the way the world defined kindness.

But this... this was different.

The humanity that had always lingered in his gaze, the warmth I had once thought was unshakable, had vanished. Those golden-amber brown eyes, which twinkled whenever they landed on me, had turned dark—almost black. It was as if they had the ability to shift shades, but I knew they didn't. It was simply the difference in how he looked at me and how he regarded the rest of the world.

I swallowed, my lips pressing together as I struggled to voice the words that were clawing at my throat. When they finally escaped, they were barely a whisper.

"Even a little?"

He stared at me, unblinking, unreadable.

The warmth didn't return to his gaze, but I knew—I knew—that love still lived there.
Even now. Even like this.

Reyansh inhaled slowly, the sound almost deliberate, and then his lips curved into a slow, humorless smile. It wasn't cruel, nor was it mocking. It was resolute. Unapologetic.

"Not a chance."

He said it with such unwavering certainty that my mind blanked. I didn't know how to process it—how to think, because there was no room for doubt in his voice.

His voice dropped lower, his words deliberate.

"If I were given a thousand chances to relive this moment, I would always choose to do this."

My breath caught.

Because he meant it.
Every single word.
There was no bluff, no exaggeration.

But beneath his certainty, I saw it—that flicker of hesitation, buried so deep that perhaps even he wasn't aware of it. It wasn't doubt in his actions. No, Reyansh never doubted himself.