로그인Tamara.
I clench my fist tightly, really wanting to slap Chloe for her nasty words. But I remember it isn't worth it, I choose to stay calm and not stoop to her level.
Seriously, I'm so fed up with her bullshit but I remained silent instead of fussing like she wanted me to.
I turn to prepare my coffee, trying to ignore Chloe. But just as I'm about to grab my coffee and leave the kitchen, she reaches for it, spills some on her shirt and then I heard it—- shattered glass on the floor.
“What the hell! Have you lost it?” I yelled, looking at her in horror.
But then, she smirks. “Oops sorry,” she says in a low voice.
Killian must've heard the glass breaking against the floor, because he rushed in the next minute.
He glanced at the shattered glass on the floor, at Chloe and lastly at me, his eyes wide with confusion. “Chloe? What happened?” He asks, but his eyes are still locked on mine.
Chloe switches up, shocking me to my core, she runs off to Killian's side, tears welling in her eyes as she plays the victim.
“I— I came in to get water. Then out of nowhere this happens, I just don't know why Tamara will spill the coffee on me and break the glass, she's crazy,” she sobs her words.
Fury scratched it's way through my skin, seeping through every pore as I screamed. “Liar, I didn't even—,” I trail off, turning to Killian, who stood there, watching me like the cunt he is. “She did this to herself, I swear.”
“She's lying, she wants to hurt me, she hates me.” Chloe blurted out, she appears quite shaken, her eyes still teary.
I want to say something in my defense but Killian cuts me off abruptly.
“What the actual fuck were you thinking attacking her like that?” he demands, stares at me coldly, his jaw clenching.
Hearing Killian's words, my jaw drops in disbelief. I can feel my face getting hot with anger.
I can't believe he's taking her side.
“Are you fucking serious? I didn't do anything!” I seethe, exasperated.
Without another word to me, he turns his attention back to Chloe, who was sniffing back her fake tears. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, cradling her cheeks.
The lying bitch quips back. “No, I'm not,” she touches the shirt where the stain is, and gasps, tears streaming down her face. “It’s just — she's ruined your shirt, I'm so sorry I should have –,”
Killian wipes her tears while I stood there watching him prioritize another woman over me. “It doesn't matter, I have tons of them, as long as you're okay,” I see his blue eyes, which is usually sharp and piercing looking at Chloe with a warmth I had rarely seen on him.
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes but I blink them back, deciding it was time I let the cat out of the bag, let Killian know that it's been Chloe all along, maybe he'd listen to me.
I take a deep breath and say. “You know what? Why don't you ask your darling Chloe here why she'd send me that message, I mean she told me she sent it herself,” I say, hoping to expose Chloe's cunning and malicious acts.
I read the text out exactly like I've seen it, knowing Killian would remember. And then my eyes falls on Chloe and I see her face lose color, she looks like she's been caught off guard, a mix of something flash through her eyes, fear— maybe anger.
But unfortunately the joke is on me, Chloe didn't need to say anything before Killian swing in to defend her.
“Cut the crap, Tamara. I don't believe a word you utter. Of, course you'd say anything to paint Chloe bad, whereas you're the real shit, mother warned me about you,” Killian says in a disdainful tone.
I blink, taken aback.
His words hit me hard, cutting through me like a sharp knife, I try to hide it, but there's a lump in my throat.
Why does Killian see me as the villain, no matter what I do?
My eyes mist. “I have no reason to lie! She admitted she sent those, believe me,” I choked out, my voice shaking, I feel a tear slipping down my cheek.
Chloe is the one that responds this time. “I didn't— she's lying. I'm sure she just wants your attention and to trick you into loving her again,” she says, attempting to smooth things over.
My mouth drops open. I had never met anyone who'd lie with such ease! She didn't even blink! “That's not true!” I glared at her and saw her smirk.
But Killian seems far less than convinced that I was saying the truth and then his features sharpens. “Enough!” he yells. “Stop this nonsense this minute,” he spits out, his voice becomes colder, causing me to carefully take a step back.
I glance at Chloe and see her mouth parted in a triumphant grin.
Angry, I blurt out in frustration. “Fine, you both deserve each other, then. I'm out of here,” I breathed out, and turned my back on them, seething.
“Well, who's going to clean up this mess?” Killian yells after me but I didn't even as much as breath a word back.
I needed to get away from them, they make me sick.
I focus on breathing to ease my pain and just as I walked back into my room, I made my decision.
I pick up my phone with a clear purpose, and searched his name, Alex, my old time friend and boss.
Before marrying Killian, I was thriving as a CFO in Alex’s company. But I walked away from my job, from him, deciding it was wise to stay home like Killian wanted.
That was a low move from me, I let Killian take control of my life, maybe that was partly my fault.
My fingers hesitated before pressing the call button. Three years, that's how long it's been since we last spoke. I feel a little guilty listening to the waiting tone.
But I chased my guilt away with a deep breath. It doesn't matter now, because if I want out of this marriage unscathed, then I know exactly what I need to do.
Tamara.Three months after mom's demise….“I think this dress would've been great in red,”“Honey, you look as glamorous as ever. Absolutely breathtaking.” Killian whispers into my ear, curling his arm around me from behind.I chuckle. “You're only saying that to make me happy.”He kisses my cheeks and slips in front of me. “No babe. Red, black, blue, they're all your color. And black fits just perfect,”I smile, staring right into the mirror. He's not wrong but I still think red would be great.I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You think..?”He inches closer, and envelopes me, his palm lies flat against my lower back as he sniffs my neck. “One hundred percent.” He murmurs.His breathing changes — softer now, deeper. I know what this is.“No,” I say quickly, stepping back. “Back away, mister. We need to leave,”That slows him. He groans. “Do we really have to be present?” He asks, closing the gap between us. “I could call Mom now and tell her we won't make it. It's that sim
Killian.We're all seated at our usual spot, eyes on Damon.He's actively avoiding our gaze.“You saw a girl and ran off like that,” Seb starts, holding in his laughter.Damon rolls his eyes. “I didn't run.”I fight a snort. “Of course you didn't,” I sneered. “Out with it, Damon. That can't be nothing,”Dare I say he's been acting weird.Seb nods, taking a sip from his glass.Damon takes a deep breath. “I want a kid,”“Huh?” Seb almost chokes on his drink.I let his words sit, and then I rolled my eyes. “Your mom hasn't stopped, has she?”He runs a hand through his hair. “I can't keep running, Killian.”Seb sets his glass down. “So what's that got to do with the girl..?”“Well, I'm only doing it on the condition that I find the carrier myself. And… Hazel is who I want,”I pause.This isn't adding up.“Then why run from her?” I ask.There's a moment of pause.Damon shifts slightly in his chair and I can tell something's off.“It's complicated,” he says quietly.“It can't be that complic
Tamara.My eyes are on Hazel.From the look on her face, I can tell something's off.She's not even being subtle, it shows.I see the way her hands are curled under the edge of the table.I'm about to ask but she beats me to it.“Uhm– there's something I want to tell you,” she says, her tone neutral.I blink.Whatever this is, it sure has her on the edge.I narrow my eyes. “I'm all ears.” I say even though my heart is hammering in a weird rhythm.I know Hazel. I know that look.“I…” she starts, glancing up to hold my gaze. “I'm going to be carrying a baby,”It took me a second to place that. “A baby?” I repeat, lifting my brows. “You want to take either Keon or Kyle?” I ask, eyes wide in confusion.She fights a chuckle. “No, Tammy. I'm going to get pregnant,”That stops me cold.What was it?Baby fever?I laugh. “Hazel, your jokes gets me, you know —,”I pause.She's not laughing.“Wait…you're actually serious?” She nods. “Yes, Tammy, and I don't want you to freak out.”“I'm not. It'
Killian.Six months later.My phone rings and I reach for it.It's a group video call.I swipe to answer.Seb is the first to roll his eyes. “I was beginning to think you'd ignore us,”I give him a look. “Why?”Damon chuckles. “Killian you've been sulking.”“I'm not.”“You don't see it but we do,” Seb quips.I shake my head. “It's just…business has been crazy. Tight schedule, and I'm a dad, my boys need me.”“And Tamara?”There's a pause.I swallow. “She's good…great actually, and uhm– we're heading out with Kyle and Keon soon,”“You know that's not what I mean,” Damon says, his tone calm.Of course I do.Six months of stalling, hoping Tamara would change her mind.We've been… just there, the kids gives us a lot of moments together.But Tamara always stands on business. I see what she does, it's subtle but I see it.She avoids been alone with me, if the kids aren't involved, then she's out.But she isn't forcing my hand with the divorce…I hold on to that.“I take it that you aren't si
Tamara.Keon’s awake, so I pick him up from his crib, not wanting his cries to jerk his brother awake.I soothe him, patting his back gently.His cries slows and he just stirs in my arms.Once outside, Katrina's there, her eyes fixed on Keon, wide and soft. She looks up at me, and for once, there's no hate, no calculated look, no pretense. Just a faint flicker of something that could be regret.I don't know what went down with mom but this is new to me.Katrina all calm and quiet.I see her expression crack, her walls breaking down, completely.I swallow nothing, not sure what to say, how to react.Her gaze shifts to Keon, then back to me. When she speaks, her voice is low, barely audible. “I– I'm sorry,” she lets out. “For everything, Tamara. I'm deeply sorry,”I blink, caught off guard by that apology. I didn't expect her to cave, not this easily.But deep down hearing her say it makes something coil inside me. All my anger and pain fades.I open my mouth, nothing comes out at first
Katrina.Tamara’s brows lifts, seemingly shocked but she shifts, letting me in.I think of the things that I want to say to her but words fail me.Killian was right, I put this anger on the wrong person.She didn't deserve that.Tamara leads me in but I can tell she's still unsure.Her steps are measured, deliberate.I look up.Caroline stands there, looking so much smaller than I remember. She's frail, almost unrecognizable.Her face is pale, gaunt, each cheekbone sharp. She's as well kept as she has always been, but there's no color to her face.And it beats me how I didn't even notice these things at the hospital.I barely even looked at her.A strange feeling clawed at me, it's way past my anger, the pain.It's foreign— maybe pity.My hands shake, just a little. I can feel every muscle tensed. I steady myself.Her eyes are wide, and I swear I could see tears prickle at the corner of her eyes.“I'll leave you two alone,” Tamara says and walks away but not without giving me a look.
(Killian)I've been calling and texting Tamara since morning but she isn't answering my calls nor responding to my messages.The constant ringing without a response is starting to get to me, leaving me increasingly frustrated and upset.And now, she's turned off her phone, and it's been like that a
Tamara.Today was a lot more draining than I thought it would be, trying to get hang of things and fit right in, in just one day took out everything in me.And then I had to come back to a home that feels like it isn't mine anymore. Seated right at the dining was Killian, Katrina and Chloe, having
Tamara.I step out of the elevator and turn to face Alex, realizing I haven't properly thanked him for all he's done.What surprises me even more is that he offered me the position of chief financial officer, the same position I had occupied before I left.It leaves me wondering, hadn't anyone take
(Killian)The past weeks blurred away and I found myself home, more often than I usually do.I go to work and head right back home but over the past year, hotels, suite, Damon and Sebastian’s house became my second home.I didn't dare go home. I didn't dare look at Tamara, not after she kept lying







