Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 320

Astrid’s POV

Killian shook his head, his tears falling freely now as he rested his forehead against mine.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered. “You had every reason to believe what you did. I didn’t fight hard enough either. I should have told you the truth sooner, but I was too ashamed. Too afraid.”

A sob broke from my chest as I leaned into his touch, my heart aching for him, for everything we had lost.

“I blamed you for everything,” I whispered. “But you never blamed me. You carried all of this guilt alone. I should have known.”

He held me tighter, his arms wrapping around me as though he could shield me from the pain that had been festering between us for so long.

“We were both innocent,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “It was all lies. None of this should have happened.”

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, my heart still heavy but lighter than it had been in years.

“Can we start over?” I asked, my voice small but hopeful. “Can we forget everything and build something new?”

Killian smiled softly, his thumb brushing away the last of my tears. “Yes,” he whispered. “We can start over. We can build something better. Together.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath as the weight of the past finally began to lift from my shoulders.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free. I felt hope.

And as I looked into Killian’s eyes, filled with love and sincerity, I knew that we could make this work. We had always belonged to each other.

“I love you, Astrid,” Killian whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve always loved you. I never stopped.”

A smile tugged at my lips as I whispered back, “I love you too, Killian. I never stopped.”

All this years of hating him, I thought it was the reason why my heart had no room left for love.

But I was deluding myself.

The reason why my heart had no room for love is because the space was already occupied by Killian.

And in that moment, as we stood there holding each other, we finally shared the kiss we had been denied for so long.

It was soft at first, a tentative connection, but as our lips met, it deepened into something more — something filled with all the years of longing, of pain, of love that had been waiting to be set free.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads still resting together, I knew that this time, we were going to be okay.

We had each other again, and that was all that mattered.

Together, we could face anything.