MasukI choked on nothing, avoiding her gaze as she spiraled. “No, no, no!” she yelled, “don’t tell me that this is like those contract marriages in books?”I raised an eyebrow at her words. “I knew it! I just knew it!” she cried, “That frog couldn’t bag a beautiful woman, much less a friend-shaped one!” She wiped her exaggerated tears before asking. “So when is it ending?”I frowned. “When is what ending?”“Your marriage?” I froze. “Is it one year? Six months?”She gasped. “Three months,” A sob escaped her lips as she threw her head back. “Only one month?”I stared at her for a moment, her eyes flickering with hope that was actively dying and being revived. I’d never met someone with so much loudness or personality. And no one had ever expressed disappointment at the thought of me leaving. Faced with this new interaction, a soft laugh escaped my lips.I shook my head, already a few seconds before I realised. This was the first time I’d genuinely laughed in the past few weeks. It wa
My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would combust in my chest. “Killian, what's…” I gestured at her, my hands shaking. The dark-haired lady brushed past me, flicking her hair as she settled on the couch and turned on the TV. “Oh look, Killian. It's our favorite show.” She giggled, “Why are you all the way over there? Come sit” She patted the space beside her, “Killian Whitmore, explain what's happening right now. I said, my eyes stinging. “Have you been lying to me? Is she…. Who is she to you?”Why was he so calm? Was she telling the truth? Did I even have the right to be upset? So why was I upset? “Killian!” She got up, batting her eyelashes as she grabbed his arm,“This is serious. She's standing like a statue.” She leaned into him. “Did you really not tell her about me?”“Pilar, you—”“I missed you so much and you betrayed me like this?” He knew her. “It's okay. I love you so much that I’ll forgive you.”My eyes widened as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Killia
Loren's POV “Someone has requested to meet you, Ma’am.”“Me?” I stood up, “But it's raining,”“I told him that.” My personal maid, Elle, answered. “But he insists on meeting you.”“Is he another fan?” I asked.I had told them countless times to put their safety first, fan meets could be arranged but it was raining now. I rushed to the window and opened it, my breath hitching as soft music filtered in. There was no fan. Just a band performing what looked like a serenade. Had Killian sent them? No. Killian was more subtle with his gestures. Who could be doing this?”Just as I leaned, a large placard emerged, a sloppy ‘I’mSorry’ written across it. Standing in the rain, soaked from head to toe and holding the placard was Asher West. Watching him stand under the rain brought back a familiar memory. It was Lovie’s birthday. Asher had insisted on celebrating it. To please him, I went to the other side of town just to find her favorite blueberry cake. It was raining heavily and wh
Asher’s POV “Loren, wait, don’t leave,” I reached for her but my hand barely grazed her dress before she was walking away. Arm in arm with Killian Whitmore. I stumbled, the world around me shrinking as Grandma’s words echoed in my head, loud and unforgiving.It couldn’t be true. All this time, Loren couldn’t have been the one who saved me. I ran my hands through my hair, pacing to and fro as I recalled all the times she told me, and because she eventually stopped…I thought she had realized her mistakes and accepted reality because Loren could never give up on me. Loren loved me, she loved me so much. Why else would she have tolerated so much for the past seven years? She couldn’t throw away everything we had for Killian Whitmore. “Beating yourself up won’t change the truth, Asher,” Grandma’s voice tore through the fog. I settled on the couch, my mind running a mile a minute. She sat beside me, “Everyone makes mistakes, it’s time you rectify yours,”“Rectify?” I stood, “Lor
Loren's POV Before I could react, Grandma pulled Asher away from me and slapped him across the face. “You insolent boy! When has Loren ever left you to die?!”Asher scoffed, running his hands through his hair. “You didn’t tell, did you?” He sneered at me. “Of course, how could you? You built a perfect image in front of my Granny. The perfect, pitiful loving wife.”“Well, Granny, I’ll have you know that she's not but a treacherous liar,” he snarled. “She left me to die in that fire seven years ago just to save someone else!”“That someone else is him!” he pointed at Killian, his eyes lit with rage. “If Lovie hadn’t saved me, who knows what would have happened to me.”“These two,” he gestured between us, “They’ve been having an affair for ages, did you hear me, Grandma?”My stomach churned at his disgusting thoughts. “She's a fake! She's not the good, perfect daughter-in-law you think she is, she’s actually a slut!”Another slap echoed through the room, leaving a silence so loud, I
Loren's POV “If you keep eating like that, you’ll choke,” I chuckled, leaning against the car seat. “I’m not eating fast,” Killian denied while he wolfed down his food. I chuckled, “It makes me wonder if you ever eat, tell me, Nigel does he ever eat?”“He never eats,” He supplied, “Boss is always busy and only ever eats at midnight. And because of all the detective work, he’s been surviving on coffee and scotch for the past forty-two hours.”“Are you dying to get fired?” Killian spat, narrowing his eyes.“Don’t worry, Nigel. If he fires you, I’ll just rehire you!” I chuckled, high-fiving him. Killian groaned, “Don’t indulge him,lI chuckled, despite all the chaos that was about to happen, I felt at peace within. “He’s—” Killian paused. “Is there Kiwi in this?”“No, absolutely not, boss…” he pulled out the receipt. Silence. “Darn you, Nigel,” Killian hurriedly spat out the food. I frowned. “What's wrong with Kiwi, do you dislike it?”“Boss has a–”“Thank you, Nigel. But I can n







