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Chloe.Everything is going as planned.Killian's oddly sweet but that's a change I accept with all my heart.Good thing he's not suspecting anything.When he called while I was trailing him. I was all fidgety and full of nerves.I thought he sussed that out but he didn't.He's inviting me to dinner tonight, to make up to me he had said.But I don't see it that way.This is a date.He doesn't have to call it that for me to get it.I do, unprovoked.Because you know why?I've waited, patiently.It's finally getting to my time.Sure endlessly waiting on someone hurts, but when it's for a man like Killian, it doesn't hurt as much.I really cannot wait to have him all to myself.I want us together forever and not even that slimy bitch of a wife can stop me.No one will.A knock comes to the door.My secretary walks in.I look up, anger licking my spine. “Didn't I ask not to be disturbed?” I snarl.“You did ma'am,” she says with a shaky voice. “But this parcel came in for you with a descrip
Killian.If anything could shut mom up, this is it.She blinks like she didn't expect me or anyone else to find out.Maybe not yet.But I don't get it.This hatred mom has carried for Tamara and her family. She keeps throwing insults around but never says the actual thing.Mom's eyes are burning holes in my face now. I see a mix of anger– maybe hurt shining brightly in her eyes.But she doesn't say anything, didn't even breathe a word.Jayna looks between me and mom, confusion lining her face. “What photo?”Mom looks away.Jayna turns to me.I say nothing.“Mom?” Jayna's voice is tight now. “What's Killian talking about?”That's when mom simply says. “It's nothing. He's kidding, just leave it be,”I don't let her words derail me.My anger won't let me. I take another step closer. “Am I?” I say, voice firm. “You were in that photo with Caroline, smiling. It's not nothing. Tamara saw it,”She turns to me in an instant. “And you believe that….her?”“Why shouldn't I?” I scoff.“Because sh
Killian.I say I suck at pretense.But maybe I'm doing just fine.Or not.Mom's butler bows to us and opens the door.When we step in, it surprises me to see Chloe at the table, talking to Mom.Her acting all good bugs me, but I know I can't fumble right now.So, I paste a smile on my face as we neared the table.Chloe spots me first and flashes a smile as she says. “Killian. You're here,”Her eyes moved to Jayna and she looks away briskly.I smile back despite my stomach twisting hard.Mom turns in my direction and her smile spreads even wider. “Oh honey. There you are, come join us, we were just talking about you,”I nod and tilt my head to face Jayna. “Be nice,”“I am,” she whispers back through literal clenched teeth.I take a much needed breath and head to a seat, one near Chloe.It irks me to.But if I need all tracks covered, then I have to play it cool.There's different dishes spread across the table.Mom turns to me as the maid dishes out the food.“How are you son?” she ask
Tamara.“That girl's a real bitch. What!!!?” Hazel breathed out, twisting in her chair as she stared at the photos.I was right. I was being trailed.These are series of pictures, from different angles, me at work, at the hospital, like literally every fucking where.It kinda scares me, the length Chloe's willing to go to achieve whatever it is.But no.She's just a loose canon, looking to feast on someone else's sadness.I lean back into the couch, a smirk forming at the corner of my lips.It's time I play this little game with her.Hazel shoots me a look, eyes narrowing in on me.“I think it's time I send her a gift. Watch her run around a little,”Her eyes shifts to the photos, measuring.I nod.Her brows lifts, a smile forming. “No way,”“Yes way,”Hazel laughs, then she tilts her head like she's mulling over it. “How do you intend to do it?”“It's simple. I’d have it couriered to her,”“No trace?”“No nothing,”Yeaah. She'd live off guessing, wondering.It's a bait, to lure her o
Killian.These past two days has been chaotic.I don't even know how to feel about what went down.My head is a mess.It's hard to bury this anger.Hard to focus on anything, not even work.But pretence?That's not my strong suit. Every single day I watch Sylvia walk in and out of the office with a smile and it taunts me.I could get her arrested, force a confession out of her.But— I can't.That'd be impulsive.Knowing what I know now, that'd be too impulsive. It just can't work that way.The worse feeling is knowing I wronged my wife, the guilt keeps pooling low in my gut.I look at Tamara and all I can think of is, what if I had listened?What if I had trusted her, believed her?I just — destroyed the beautiful life we had and that'd forever haunt me.Right now, I can't say anything, not yet.But I can make up for the lost time, I intend to.I don't even know how long this whole act is going to last for. But I know an easier way out.Matteo.The ginger haired guy that showed up cla
Killian.It's approximately ten minutes before the sleuth arrives. I'm in Damon's house and Seb just walked in.“Sorry I'm late. Got caught up with something,” Seb says as he plopped down into the couch.“It's fine. You're still in time before he gets here,”It's been a whole week and Tamara is shuffling between work and the hospital.Catherine's still unconscious.And I think my mom's back. I got her text a day before.Jayna says she's fine, giving telltale about her trips nonstop. That's all I need to know.At least she's not in my hair, just yet.I can fully concentrate on this investigation.My only concern right now is the rate of stress on Tamara at the moment. She won't stop work and I can't stop her. I know this.She jungles it well but most times she comes home tired.I'm worried.We've been — cordial, yeah that's what I'll call it.I see the boundaries she's been setting but I'll take what I can get right now as long as we're not leaving past one another.“It's that a joke,







