Chapter 4

Kylie’s POV

Finally, I will be proving myself to one of the best fashion companies in the world today. I have been called to show my skills for the pageantry concerning fashion. Now I see what it feels like to be something other than a housewife.

“Hey, miss…?”

“It’s Kylie.”

He was the subordinate director of the team.

Everything seemed to be moving too fast, and this was where I wanted to be.

I started off with different board meetings, expecting the CEO to notice my effort, but it had been brought to my notice that the CEO had been out of town for years.

Everyone was impressed with what I had to offer, including the supervising director.

“You did magnificently… can I take you for lunch? I hope your husband doesn’t mind.”

“Of course not… trust me, he won’t.”

I felt uneasy knowing he would spend more than he earned.

Smith unlocked some emotions I never knew I had in me. He made sure I felt safe, and that was the only thing I had asked Liam for.

I reached out to my phone to show Smith more of my designs, and there it was again — sixty-eight missed calls from Liam. I thought he hadn’t cared that much about me. The only time he called was to buy groceries for lunch and dinner. What made it different this time?

“Miss Kylie, are you okay?”

“I have to go. Thank you for the meal.”

I could see fury in Liam’s eyes.

“And where have you been?”

“Why do you care, Liam?”

“Because I’m your husband, Kylie… it’s my responsibility.”

“Not because you love me, right?”

I knew he wanted me because of the control he had over me.

“I got this for you.”

Liam had never gotten me a gift in the five years since we married. Why was it happening a few hours before our divorce finalized?

“Don’t stay quiet on me. If you don’t want it, I will give it to someone else.”

How stupid was I to think that he had changed for a second?

“My goodness… Liam, you got this for me. Aww, you always waited till Christmas Eve to exchange gifts.”

I heard Aurora speaking behind me. She had always come into the house unannounced.

“Go ahead, Liam, give it to her.”

No hesitation, no break — he handed it over to her with a smile. Just a few hours and I would no longer be Mrs. Hill.

Finally, no more part of the Hill family. I had read the divorce papers again and again. I was sure of my decision.

“Mrs. Hill… are you leaving?” the house cleaner said.

“It’s Kylie, and yes, I am.”

Finally, I missed Kylie — the lead designer in Yamah’s fashion world. And in a few days, I would be hosting a premiere for my contract signing worth five million dollars.

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Liam’s POV

“Kylie, I’m hungry. Make me some sandwiches with no sauce, as usual.”

It was ten minutes and she had not responded. I usually got a response seconds after calling her name.

“Kylie?!”

“Sir, she left, but I saw her leaving something on the table,” my maid, whom I hadn’t noticed for years, said.

I searched for what she could have possibly left.

And there it was — a divorce.

How dare she divorce me? I mean, she loves me, so why would she leave me?

I saw my signature. I doubted if I had signed it, but then I remembered the day I was on my phone when she tried to speak to me, but I paid attention to Aurora over the phone.

I still had doubts that I signed because I would never want her to leave. No way. I will find her, even if it’s the last thing I do on earth.

Right before I was about to leave, my sister and Aurora barged in, laying accusations on Kylie.

“Liam, what are you about to do?”

“I am going to find my wife.”

“Aww, poor thing. If only you knew that she stole ten million dollars from you, you would have sent the police right away.”

I had never heard Aurora sound so petty before.

“Kylie stole my money?”

“Yes, bro. Look, we have evidence.”

Everything looked so real. Kylie withdrew ten million dollars and made away with it.

“Both of you to the car. She must be arrested.”

We searched all through the corners of the city. She was nowhere to be found.

“Bro, you don’t have to find her. Just let the police do it. Besides, it’s late.”

I had to accept my fate that I wouldn’t find her the same day and went home.

A few minutes after I shut the door, my maid was already waiting in the guest room, half-dressed.

“Boss Liam, or if I must say, Big Daddy, if you must know, I have wanted you for years. How could you choose a mannequin over all this?”

It was very hard to resist. Over the years, I had used Kylie to satisfy my urge, and now she was no more with me. It made it harder to resist the devil right before me.

“My… my wife is not a mannequin.”

She made it harder for me to resist the moment she stripped herself fully naked, dancing on a pole.

“Come to me, daddy. I won’t bite.”

Of all the years I had disrespected Kylie, for once I had to prove my loyalty to her.

“I don’t accept your offer. Now tell me where Kylie is.”

“So pathetic. You never even loved Kylie. All through the years she was just your sex toy. She bought gifts every year for you with the allowance you gave her. She repeated the same clothes every day and mended the torn areas. Or should I go on to tell you how dirty you treated her, and now she’s gone…”

“Can you just shut your freaking mouth and leave my house?”

I was full of rage, but she was right. Kylie made me feel safe, but I chose Aurora over her.

There it was — our closet stacked with some of the gifts I had barely acknowledged. I looked through her closet and figured that throughout all our years of marriage, she repeated two clothes.

It all made sense. Aurora never knew my password

nor had access to my bank. She never stole my money. Someone who had access to my card did.

Who would have done this to set her up?