ログインTamara.
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.
Katrina.I have carried this pain for too long.It's been 29 years since Greg and Caroline broke me.My best friend, and my fiance.Caroline was someone I trusted, with everything in me.Greg, the man who promised me forever.Few weeks to our wedding and I was hit with a hard blow. Betrayed by two people I trusted the most.It shattered me.It ruined me.The impact was too much to bear, the blogs, gossips. I left home, cutting everyone else off at the time.I thought I had moved past it, not until Killian brought home the girl he wanted to marry.The girl he's been telling me about, it was all love from his end.He could go on and on about her.I've never seen Killian locked in about any woman like that before.He always stays off women, too cold to penetrate but when he came to me with it. I knew it was real.I was happy that he had finally met his soulmate.I waited for him to introduce her to me. I wore my finest dress, eager to see this girl who has swept my son off his feet.And
Tamara.A month and two weeks later.“How many flowers are you going to dispose in one week?” Hazel asked behind me.I give her a look and walk past her, she follows.It's been two weeks since we got back from Boston and Killian hasn't stopped sending gifts.I give him an inch and he wants a mile.He's definitely pushing his luck.Hazel takes a deep breath, her eyes on me. “Is this really what you want?”“Yes,”“Are you sure? I mean you used to love that man, what changed?”I go silent for a second. “Well, I'm choosing me, my peace and wellbeing. If loving Killian puts me at risk, then I don't want that love,”“He's sorry, Tammy,”I blink at Hazel, caught off guard.She has never spoken in favor of Killian before.I roll my eyes.“What?” she purrs and pause. “Yes. He was an asshole, and maybe he still is. But I know you love him, I know how good he treated you before that bitch came into the picture.”I don't say a word, I— I just allow her words sit.She takes my hand. “And you're le
Killian.Watching over Tamara and my sons has got to be the best moment of my life.They're so adorable.So cute.I catch myself smiling at them, their tiny kicks, their stirring, and cries keeps me grounded.Everything is starting to feel normal but I know it's not.Tamara hasn't spoken to me.Not in the way she used to.She's been too quiet, too calm.Her silence is killing me.It's eating me up alive.I think I prefer her screaming down my head, fussing.But this?It's new.And it scares me to the pit of my stomach.Of course I know she's mad. She has every right to be.All this chaos, this stunt, it was all my fault.I let it happen.I let her put her life on the line because of my lack of trust.Still.I don't want us this way.Right now our boys are not old enough to fly.We're in Boston.Her grandmother's cottage.I see the discomfort in her eyes, her movements.I don't want to act like everything is fine when it's not.I bought the house after Maria's.Just to stay close, and
Tamara.I must be dreaming or maybe not.But there's a distant voice, voices.I can't tell where it's coming from, but it starts to get louder.That jerks me awake.My eyes starts to flutter open slowly.It's blur at first.Then a white ceiling comes into view, clearer now.I blink.Disoriented.A flash of memory slams into me, hard.I remember being pushed by Chloe.I'm certain I heard my name too.It goes blank after that.Then the pain woke me up again, it was a different kind of pain.It seared through my body and it feels like the room is closing in on me.It was hell.I almost lost my mind. My head hurts.Moving hurts.My entire body feels like it's been set on fire.I'm on a hospital bed, and Killian is there, by my side, hovering over me like it's going to provide some kind of comfort.His hand was on my bump and the other one tries to push a strand behind my ear.I push his hand off me, but he doesn't move.He stands there, unsure of what to do.I see the worry and something
Killian.My mind is in turmoil.It feels like my heart is going to explode.It's been several hours since Tamara was stabilized.“The babies are flatlining,” the doctor had said.It happened in a heartbeat.Tamara stirred but seems to be in an excruciating pain.Constant agony.It didn't stop.Nothing they do could make the pain go away.It's even more heartbreaking to see her this way.Her head is bandaged, stuck up in those machines, her bump is bare, with different colours of wire lunged on it.It kills me, ten times over.Every fucking where feels so hot.My hands are shaking so much, and I don't even know what to do.This isn't how I wanted things to turn out.Yet here we are.Tamara is in here battling with her life, and even as I watch her groan in pain, I couldn't help but blame myself for it all.I did this.I put her here.I stroll across the room with a heavy heart.My phone's been ringing nonstop, but I only managed to text Damon and Seb back, telling them about the situat
Killian.My heart is broken into a thousand pieces. Shattered beyond repair.I move without thinking, trying to reach Tamara in time.Tamara staggers and starts to tumble down the stairs. Her head had hit that railing.There's a gunshot.I don't know who it was aimed at. I don't look.Chloe groans sharply, that's when I know she was shot.My lungs feel too small for the panic I'm trying to breathe through.I push fast till I get to Tamara.I grab her before she hits the floor fully, but it's too late, she's not responding.My heart flips and jerk her gently. “Tamara–,”Nothing.I try again.Still nothing.Fear ripples through me with it's full intent.I hear one of the cops calling an ambulance, the other one handcuffing Chloe.I don't wait.Didn't even pause to breathe.I get Tamara off the floor and carried her out of the house, fast.I flag down the cab I asked to wait, and carefully lowered Tamara into the backseat of the car.I slip into the car beside her, dropping into the sea







