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They both stared at me like I was third wheeling, in my own home!
My chest tightens, I could barely catch my breath, each inhale shaper than the last.
Again, Killian brings his disrespect home, and to my face, this has happened more times than I could count.
And each time, the pain didn't hurt any less. He said he'd hurt me to no end and he has done just that.
Two months ago, I had asked for a divorce, I couldn't take it anymore, the pain he had caused me messed with my mental health, I was gradually losing it.
But to Killian, it was one big joke, he laughed so hard that day, he told me to my face that he'd never grant me divorce.
That I'm more than welcome to try.
He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it.
So, I tried my best not to let his actions and words hurt me, but is it even possible when I still loved him?
I — I know that sounds pathetic…crazy even, but I've tried to hate him, I have, but we can't immediately unlove what or whom we love dearly.
I want so much to be able to get over him.
Maybe, some day, I'd be able to look at him and feel nothing.
I take in the scene, and tried not to let their affection hurt me.
Without a word, Killian leaned in, pulling Chloe closer to his firm body and the home wrecker shrilled. “Killian!” she says in a low breathy voice. “Stop- your wife is right here,”
“Shut up bitch!” I screamed internally but said nothing, my pride wouldn't let Chloe have the upper hand this time, let alone show the pain they had caused me.
Killian merely winks, turning his gaze to me. “I'm sure Tamara doesn't mind,” he stuttered back sheepishly, and murmurs something into her ear, while her giggles fills the air.
That's it, I've had enough.
I couldn't take much more of their cloying canoodling, it was so painful, even though I hadn't shown it.
Why was I even standing there watching them anyways?
Quickly, I pick my bag and turn my back on them, walking my way to the stairs, and I could have sworn I heard them snicker.
This—- this right here, has given Chloe who wouldn't dare talk to me back then the right to disrespect me day after day.
Killian has rubbed me off my dignity and respect as a woman, as his wife and he has no remorse whatsoever for what he's done.
I'm fed up, tired— I want out. But I can't, not when I know what it’ll cost me.
I walked into my room, or rather the room he imposed on me, he threw my things out of the bedroom we shared.
the silence of my room mocked me as I slump into the large bed, coiling myself into a ball, hoping the pain would go away in no time.
And right then my phone rang.
It's Mom calling, that alone soothes my nerves. “Hey, Tammy,” my mother's voice sounded through the phone, and there's hope in it again.
I haven't heard that much light in her tone in a really long time, not before her diagnosis.
Hearing her voice, sound and cheerful made all my worry and pain bubble to nothing.
“Hey mom,” I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as I can. “You seem—happy,” I say with a breathy chuckle.
“That's because I am, honey. I feel so much better, my body's taking well to the new treatments,”
A smile breaks through my sullen face. “I can't wait for you to get better mom, I really can't,” I say and there's a strain in the last note.
Of course, she noticed, mothers always know these things. “Are you okay? Is everything alright with Killian?” she asks, her voice dripping in concern..worry.
Oh, did I mention I haven't breath a word of everything going on in my home to Mom?
But how can I?
She loves Killian as a son, it'd break her if she knew, and— she's ill, can't bother her with my marital issues right now.
So again, I keep my voice steady and lie to my mother. “... Killian's fine, everything's fine, I promise. I'm just really happy that you're getting much better,”
“Me too,” that cheerful tone returns.
“I have to go now Mom. Got a few things to do, I will call in the morning, I love you,” I say before she notices any more of my lies.
“I love you too, so much. My regards to Killian.”
“He’ll hear,” I kill the call.
He’ll hear? Liar, I mused to myself, forcing a deep breath down my lungs.
I tried to stop myself from thinking about tonight's incident, but it keeps coming to my mind. I mean, there's Killian who's apparently downstairs, in another woman's arms, doing God knows what.
I bet their clothes are strewn all over the parquet floor by now.
I lay in bed and didn't even realize when tears pricked the corner of my eyes. I know I've told myself not to shed a drop of tears over Killian again, but sometimes I just can't help it.
Slowly, I drifted into sleep, leaving all the pain behind, while still on the clothes I've been on all day.
****
The next morning, I woke up with a slight headache, I must've cried myself to sleep, or not.
I roll out of bed, entered the bathroom to freshen up and shimmy downstairs for a cup of strong coffee.
Inside the kitchen, I place my hands on the counter and lean my head onto the overhead cupboards, waiting for the machine to do it's thing.
But then, my senses are alerted when I hear an approaching footsteps and I spin around, only to see Chloe in Killian's t-shirt and a pair of panties. It hit me then like a gut blow to the stomach.
Right, they must've been pretty busy all night.
My chest hurts even as I think this and I don't know how to get rid of this feeling.
She looked back and then inches closer with a wide taunting smirk. “I told you to enjoy this marriage while it lasts, that it was only a matter of time, didn't I?”
My eyes widens as I recall the message I got and had ignored from an unknown number some time last two years. “Enjoy him now, but just remember, it's only a matter of time,”
I stiffen, snapping my gaze to her. “It was you?!” I strained through my teeth, my anger bubbling over.
Her face twist into something I've never seen before. “Always been, too bad you took that for granted.” she quips back in a low tone, her voice shaking me to my core.
I feel blood drain from my face, how didn't I see it?
I thought it was a mere crush on Killian and that she didn't quite like me a lot.
But this?
I'm beginning to see, just how messed up and dangerous Chloe is.
She— she has always been there you know, at Killian’s side, playing the doting friend.
The very thought of having me fooled had my blood boiling hot with anger, I'm just about ready to strangle someone.
But before I could put my murder thought to good use, Chloe spits out in a clear mocking tone. “I knew you were dumb but I didn't think you were this dumb. Anyways, thank you for letting me have it easy, Killian is finally mine,”
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,







