9. Going Viral

The bodyguard didn’t hesitate to carry out Killian’s command. 

In the next minute, Kiara found herself locked up in the extra bedroom upstairs. 

She pounded on the door for a long time, screaming until her throat hurt and her fingers became numb. 

Worn out and devastated, she leaned against the door, her hate for the man increasing.

Killian clearly did not love her. He never liked her from the beginning. 

Why then was he torturing her? 

He could even bring his mistress and child home without caring about how she would feel. What did she ever do wrong to deserve so much resentment from him?

Kiara wiped her tears.

She staggered across the room and stood by the window, dazed and numbed as she stared at the swing below. 

A memory flashed in her mind, and she spaced out. 

The same swing she’d always accompanied her baby on. She could imagine her sitting on it right now, while she stood behind, pushing her gently. 

She imagined her baby’s voice as she repeated the same question she always asked her.

When would Killian join them? When would he push her on the swing as well?

Her phone’s ringtone brought Kiara back to the present, pulling her out of the memory that only intensified her heartache.

Her best friend’s name flashed on the screen.

Kiara answered the call, hoping Maya had good news to share with her. At least, something to calm her grief.

“You’re lucky, Kiara. Greg just returned from his business trip. I’ve told him everything, and he has agreed to take up your divorce case.”

Kiara sighed in relief.

“Please forward your information to him. So he can start preparing the files and send them soon.”

“Thank you, Maya,” Kiara replied.

With Maya’s brother’s help, the divorce would be swift, and she wouldn’t encounter any trouble. Very soon, she and Killian wouldn’t have to see each other again. 

“Your voice sounds hoarse. Are you still crying, Dear?” Maya didn’t hang up. “Kiara, I know it hurts, but please be kind to yourself, okay? What happened was a tragedy, and Lily shouldn’t have left us so early… however, your baby’s finally resting. She’s finally free from constant illness, isn’t she?”

If only Kiara’s grief were caused by her baby’s death. 

Her baby was in a safer place, and a part of her was relieved that she was finally freed from the burden of constant illness, even though her heart still longed for her baby’s presence. 

“Kiara…” Maya continued. “I’m still concerned about your decision. Killian was wrong for not being there for your baby, and you have the right to divorce if you hate him for that. But your family… what’s gonna happen to them?”

Her family… 

Right now, Kiara just wanted to be free. 

“What’s the point of staying in a loveless marriage, Maya?” She sniffed. “Everyone deserves happiness, right?”

“You’re right.” Maya sighed. “And I’m glad that you’ve finally opened your eyes and realized that you deserve someone who loves you. Anyway, don’t log into social media these days. Distract yourself with something else.”

At Maya’s words, Kiara was a bit confused. 

After hanging up, her confusion turned into curiosity. 

Why did Maya ask her not to check social media? Was something happening there that she wasn’t supposed to know?

Despite Maya’s warning, Kiara couldn’t ignore the growing dread. She logged into her social media account and scrolled through the several posts on her wall. 

Her account was tagged in all of them.

A video of her confronting Killian during the funeral and demanding a divorce was also circulating. 

“The statement is true that humans will never be satisfied.”

“Isn’t this the biggest joke of the century? Did she lose her mind after her daughter’s death?”

“Who knows? Having Killian Reid as a husband is the greatest blessing I can ever think of. He’s super wealthy, handsome, and the most successful young man in the city. Kiara Storm must have hit her head somewhere to demand a divorce.”

“Without Killian, her family is nothing! So what if she lost a child? Won’t she have another one? Why’s she acting as if she’s the only woman who has ever lost a child to the cruel hands of death?”

“She lives in a big villa with servants at her beck and call. She travels in the most luxurious private jets, wears the best designer dresses, and even has a personal fashion designer and makeup artists! She doesn’t need to lift a finger, and Killian showers her with money! What an ingrate to ask for a divorce!”

Seeing the harsh comments, a bitter smile tugged at Kiara’s lips.

Would they react the same way if they knew what had actually happened, prompting her to ask for a divorce?

She scrolled. 

The latest post was from her account. An apology post. 

[I apologize for any misunderstanding caused by the video circulating online. I, Kiara Storm, have not asked my husband for a divorce. It was an impulsive statement caused by the grief of losing my daughter. Please disregard the rumors.]

Killian was behind it!

Kiara had no doubt that he’d hired someone to tamper with her account and create that post. 

Shaking her head, a sad laughter tore from her throat. 

Why would she care about the people’s comments? They could drag her on social media as much as they pleased, but her decision was already set.

Right now, she was more determined than ever to divorce. 

The hours trickled by. Someone finally unlocked the door from the outside. When she stepped out of the room, she couldn’t see that person, though. 

Kiara was too famished to stand properly. She limped downstairs and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

However, she walked into Sophia wearing an apron. A medium bowl sat on the kitchen island in front of her, and she was holding a spoon as she turned a liquid inside the bowl.