8. Considerate

The Next Morning. 

Kiara woke up to the heavy feeling on her chest.

Her whole body ached as she sat on the bed, holding the bedsheet against her chest. 

Killian was long gone. The fact that the space beside her was no longer warm meant that he’d left before the dawn broke. 

He’d always been like that. Kiara had never, for once, woke up beside him ever since they got married. 

No matter how long the night was, he would be gone before she woke up. But his scent would always linger on her body, a glaring reminder of their shared intimacy.

Shutting her eyes, Kiara resented herself right now.

No matter how gentle or considerate Killian had been, she should never have given in. She shouldn’t have let him use her body the way he pleased.

Well, last night was the last!

She was never going to allow such a thing to happen between them again! Ever!

“Good morning, Mrs. Reid. Breakfast is ready.” A maid came inside, struggling to hide the look of shock on her face. 

Everyone would have been shocked to walk in on her in this haggard state. 

The maid lowered her head, quietly, and began picking up the pieces of clothes scattered across the room. 

Kiara dragged her aching body into the bathroom. 

She spent a long time, scrubbing her body again and again to wash off the traces of him until her skin turned red. 

If only that could also erase what transpired between them. 

When she came out of the bathroom, Kiara sensed movements in the closet and found the maid unpacking her luggage and folding her clothes into the racks. 

“What are you doing?”

The maid flinched. She stammered, “M-Mr. Reid’s orders. He instructed me to return all your clothes, Mrs. Reid.”

“Take them back.”

“But, Madam.” The maid trembled, her eyes widening with fear. “Mr. Reid specifically instructed me–”

“Will you take them back or not?”

The maid sighed and reluctantly returned the clothes to her luggage. 

Kiara didn’t care about breakfast. The moment she was done dressing, she grabbed the luggage and headed downstairs. 

To hell with Killian’s words last night!

Their marriage had already ended the moment she found out about his true colors. She would be a fool to back out of her decision. 

Many footsteps came from the glass doors, forcing Kiara to pause.

All of a sudden, Killian appeared, holding a mini luggage in his hand. Behind him were three bodyguards dragging three huge boxes into the living room. 

But Killian and the bodyguards weren’t alone, and following closely behind was Sophia holding her baby. 

Kiara was confused at first, but now, she felt like laughing despite her emotions threatening to burst. 

Killian’s gaze settled on her, his eyes turning cold. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Kiara swallowed. 

She didn’t expect Killian to bring his mistress home so soon. She never expected him to be so heartless to this extent. 

Ignoring his question, she quietly dragged her luggage and walked past him. 

“Haven’t we been over this, Kiara?” Killian grabbed her arm and pulled her back. 

She could feel his pent-up anger from the way he stared at her and the way he exerted pressure on her arm.

Kiara met his gaze, her blood boiling. “Go to hell!”

The atmosphere shifted. 

The bodyguards exchanged glances, their eyes masked with discomfort. The tension inside the room was so palpable that even a pin drop could be heard. 

Killian’s eyes swept to Sophia, who quickly picked the boy up and walked away immediately, following his silent command. 

No doubt, Killian was so protective of the boy and never wanted him to be traumatized by witnessing his angry side. 

It was all obvious in his actions and the way he was so careful about letting him witness them argue. 

Kiara’s heart broke into pieces. 

If Killian had been half as considerate towards their daughter, would she have died longing for his presence?

“Monster!” She sniffed back her tears. “A child is a child whether a boy or a girl! Did Lily ever offend you to make you treat her like an outcast?”

Killian’s gaze returned to her, his expression hardening. “Watch your tone.”

“Or what?” Kiara screamed. “You hated Lily because she was a girl, didn't you? You once told me to disregard your mother’s words, but even you preferred a male child! Wasn’t that why you have a mistress and even had a child with her!?”

For a moment, Killian’s expression flickered, the hardness shifting into what seemed like remorse… or was it regret?

But his expression was back to normal in the next second. 

He snatched the luggage from her, tossed it aside, and passed her to one of the bodyguards. “Lock her up until she calms down.”