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Chapter 135

Penulis: Josephine Mbanefo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-26 23:58:52

The building in front of me had this dark, almost ethereal aura. Tall and imposing, but elegant too. The outside was sleek black stone with intricate designs etched into the walls. It gave off a modern gothic aesthetic, the kind that whispered power and mystery.

Killian guided me toward it, his fingers still loosely wrapped around mine.

When we stepped inside, my senses were immediately swallowed by the darkness. The interior was pitch black. No lights. No sounds. Just a faint hum of air conditioning and the scent of sandalwood and fresh paint. Despite the daylight outside, it was like the whole place had been built to shut it out—cutting off the world completely.

“Killian,” I whispered, my voice echoing slightly in the space. “I can’t see a thing.”

Just as the words left my lips—

Click.

The lights turned on.

And the next second, a thunderous chorus of voices erupted—

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILITH!!”

I staggered back in shock, my heart flying up to my throat.

What?

What the hell?

I blinked
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  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 135

    The building in front of me had this dark, almost ethereal aura. Tall and imposing, but elegant too. The outside was sleek black stone with intricate designs etched into the walls. It gave off a modern gothic aesthetic, the kind that whispered power and mystery. Killian guided me toward it, his fingers still loosely wrapped around mine.When we stepped inside, my senses were immediately swallowed by the darkness. The interior was pitch black. No lights. No sounds. Just a faint hum of air conditioning and the scent of sandalwood and fresh paint. Despite the daylight outside, it was like the whole place had been built to shut it out—cutting off the world completely.“Killian,” I whispered, my voice echoing slightly in the space. “I can’t see a thing.”Just as the words left my lips—Click.The lights turned on.And the next second, a thunderous chorus of voices erupted—“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILITH!!”I staggered back in shock, my heart flying up to my throat.What?What the hell?I blinked

  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 134

    Lilith’s PovIt’s been… what, two? Three weeks?I’ve lost track.Here, in Killian’s house, the house he insists is ours—time feels like this strange loop. Every day merges into the next, like smudged paint on an overused canvas. The routine is always the same: eat, sleep, paint, stare at the ceiling, try to remember, try not to remember… repeat.I don’t consider this place home. Not yet. Maybe not ever. The walls are too clean, too white. The sheets too soft. The silence too polite. Home is supposed to hold warmth, memories, chaos. This house just holds me. Temporarily.I’ve been painting, though. A lot. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm painting until it’s done and I'm staring at it like, huh. Occasionally, something slips through—a color, a shape—that makes my chest ache with a memory I can’t quite touch. That’s when I stop, stand up, and leave.The gallery is another strange thing.Bianca says it’s mine. That I own it. That I built it. I go there now and then. Mostly to see her.

  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 133

    Killian’s PovI didn’t know if I made the right call bringing her here.Maybe I should have waited. Maybe I should have listened when Bianca said to go slow. But seeing Lilith collapse like that, her eyes fluttering, her body limp, I panicked. All the logic in the world couldn’t save me from the terror that gripped my chest the moment she fell.Now, she lay there on the bed.The doctor had just left a few minutes ago, saying something about memory triggers and how it wasn’t abnormal in cases like this. She didn’t bring her medication with her, so he prescribed some new ones. But none of that comforted me. None of that made the weight in my chest lift.She looked lifeless.And that sight, it broke me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.I sat on the edge of the bed, her palm resting in mine, and I just... held it. Hoping. Praying.This girl…this maddening, dramatic, impossible girl, had become the most important person in my world. And now she was lying here like a ghost. No sarca

  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 132

    Lilith’s PovI didn’t even know when I slept last night.All I remembered was falling into bed like a rock, my body worn out and my mind numb. The moment I opened my eyes, confusion hit me first before the morning light did. The room was spotless. Every piece of clothing and every shoe that had been delivered, neatly arranged. It looked like a showroom. Not a single wrapper out of place, not a shoe strap bent.I sat up slowly, rubbing at my temple. I didn’t even hear anyone come in to clean or arrange things. Was I that exhausted?Apparently, yes.I exhaled and swung my legs down, stepping onto the soft carpet. I made my bed first. It was a routine I clung to, something about having one small thing in control before the rest of the day tried to ruin me.After that, I dressed up simply, brushing my hair back into a low ponytail and throwing on one of the more comfortable outfits Killian had the audacity to buy. Not because I appreciated the gesture, but because I couldn’t lie to myself

  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 131

    Lilith’s PovWaking up that morning felt… lighter. For the first time in days, my chest didn’t feel like it was carrying a mountain. There was a strange calmness in the silence of the room, as if the chaos in my mind had decided to sleep in today.I had been back in the place they kept calling "home" for two days now. It didn’t feel like home to me yet, but at least it was a roof, a safe roof. And in those two days, I hadn’t really seen much of Killian.Strangely, that felt like a good thing.I sat up in bed, letting the morning light stretch across my bare legs. The air was crisp, the kind that made you want to do something,anything. I still didn’t know what the day held, but at least I wasn’t panicking about it.The bathroom tiles were cold under my feet as I walked in, peeled out of my pajamas, and stepped into the shower. The water ran hot over my skin, and I let it wash away some of the stiffness. Maybe I needed this. A slow morning. A calm start.Once I was out, I dried my hair

  • Dear Wife, I Hate You   Chapter 130

    Lilith’s Pov "She’s coming with me, brother." The voice sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t need to turn. I knew that voice like the sound of my own breath. Killian. My heart stuttered for a moment, but I stood tall. Nolan turned to me slowly, his jaw twitching. "What the hell is he doing here?" Nobody answered. Polly had her mouth slightly open, frozen by the confrontation. The woman who had been doing Polly’s hair backed away in silence. All the staff in the room seemed suspended, waiting for the next blow. "Has someone explained to me," Nolan continued, his voice rising, "what my brother is doing here?" I took a breath and met his stare. "I called him." I didn’t even know why I called him before coming here, Emily gave me their contact info just in case. Why did I call him? His face contorted, a storm building behind his eyes. "Why did you call him? For what reason? Why is he here?!" "Because I think I can't stay with you any longer." His nostrils flared. "Are you ch

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