MasukTamara.“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,
Tamara.“What's he doing here?” Hazel blurts out, eyeing Killian from across the room.Her face is tight, her brows knitting together in a way that I know all too well.I glance at Killian and shrug. “He just came and he's insisting on staying,”Hazel lifts her brows. “And you're just going to let him?” she gives me a sharp, judgemental look or rather concerned look.I exhale. “I don't know. What do you expect that I do, throw him out?” I breathed out tiredly.Hazel senses my discomfort and her eyes softens, voice low.“I'm just —- it's fine.” She says and trail off but her eyes stays on me. “I just don't want you getting hurt, that's all,”I— I know Hazel's worried. I am too. Being this close to Killian just complicates things.I've tried to stay away from him but it's not working…I find myself getting close to him, wanting to be close to him.It's insane.And looking at Killian now, I can't seem to ignore how his eyes softens when it meets mine, or how his blonde hair looks perfectl
Killian.I dial Tamara's number again.Switched off.My nerves keeps growing.She was meant to be home this morning but it's 6PM yet nothing.Caroline's number is unreachable, same goes to Hilda.I can feel it in my bones.Something's off.My fingers twitch on the steering wheel. I brake a little too hard at a red light.“Slow down, Killian. You'll get us killed,” Jayna groaned.I do.I don't respond to that but I ease off the gas and slow down a little, trying to rest my mind.But it isn't working.“You know she's trouble, right?” Jayna's voice pulls me back to earth.“Who?”She rolls her eyes at me. “Chloe,”“No, she's not.”She stares, harder. “Everyone knows that except you,”“That's because she hasn't given me any reason to,”“How about showing up at your house uninvited?”I give her a look. “She's a friend, always been, you know this,”“A friend who's not a friend to your wife,”I want to reply but the words are stuck in my mouth.I blink slowly and turn to look at Jayna. “You t
Chloe.I glance down at the photos before me, a sliver of confusion marring my forehead.These are photos of Tamara in and out of a clinic.Same one he was seen with Killian twice.I look at Jacob, the shamus I had hired to secretly trail her.The tracker in Killian's car shows he's been at the same hospital too.I don't get it.Why's he in and out of a hospital with her?I try to lurk around a few nurses there but got nothing.Patient's confidentiality or whatever bullshit they called it.But I'll find out.I swear, I will.Right now, I've been able to get a mole in her workplace.It hasn't helped, she rarely talks to anyone but it's something.“I need you to still keep an eye on her. I want details of what she's up, do you understand me?”He nods, picks up his things and left.I lean back into the chair, my frustration growing with each passing second.I hate to be uncertain, unsure.Killian hasn't even stopped by to check on me, my cast is due to be removed but I guess I still need







