Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Wife, I Hate You: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lilith’s Pov It had been a full week of endless, dizzying drama.Between Nolan and Killian constantly trying to outdo each other, and Emily now away, off chasing her dream audition out of the country, it was safe to say my life was a whirlwind of emotions I wasn’t prepared for. Emily still called, still checked in every day, but it wasn’t the same. Her physical presence brought me a kind of balance I didn’t know I needed until she left.So, yeah... I was alone.And instead of sulking in the silence of my house, I decided I’d be doing most of my painting in the gallery’s workroom I had already designed. It was safer. Focused. It was also Bianca’s first day working with me, and I didn’t want to blur the lines too early by inviting her to the house. We’d keep it professional, for now.I pulled up at the gallery in my grey car, which oddly matched the shade of my eyes today. My heart fluttered at the idea of starting something new. Something mine.To my surprise, Bianca was already stand

Lilith’s Pov The second Nolan dropped the call, my heart dropped too.His voice was so weak, it sounded nothing like the man I knew. It sounded like he was in pain, like something was really wrong. My instincts kicked in immediately.I called back. Once. Twice. Three times.No answer.“Nolan, pick up,” I muttered, pacing across my room, the phone pressed hard to my ear. “Come on, pick up.”Still nothing.My fingers trembled as I dialed again. No answer.I was already pulling a hoodie over my head, rushing to the mirror to throw my hair into a bun. Something was very wrong. I didn’t care how late it was, I had to go to his house.But before I left, I thought of Killian. Maybe he knew something. Maybe he was with Nolan?I tapped on Killian’s contact and called him too.No answer.I stared at the screen in disbelief. Seriously? Now of all times? When I don’t need him to call, he’s blowing up my phone. But now that I actually need him, he’s unreachable?I didn’t have time to waste. I ran

Lilith’s PovIt’s been exactly three weeks and four days since that damned night, the night that left both Killian and Nolan stabbed and bloodied, and me stuck in the center of a mystery no one wanted to solve.Three weeks of bandages, doctors, silence… and lies.I still didn’t know the truth.Who attacked who?Who was telling the truth?Who should I blame?But what I did know was that I was tired of sitting still, waiting for the truth to fall on my lap. I had to open my eyes, every word, every expression, every slip mattered now.I didn’t even notice how long I had zoned out until I heard Bianca’s voice cut through the still air of the gallery.“Are you thinking or just spacing out again?”I blinked and turned to her. “Yeah. Thinking. I guess.”She dropped her brush and crossed her arms. “Stop it, Lilith. We’re so close to finishing the first phase of this dream gallery. You need to focus.”I gave a small nod. “You’re right. I just…” I let out a breath. “I’ll get back to it.”Bianca

Lilith’s PovIt’s been days since the whole damn disaster unfolded. Days of silence, of unanswered calls, of shutting out the world.Killian. Nolan.Both of them have been trying to talk to me, trying to fix something that's already broken.Nolan came that same night. I saw him through the peephole, just standing there, knocking like a madman with pleading eyes. I didn’t open the door. I couldn’t. My heart was too full… too torn.They both started showing up at my gallery, unannounced, Killian dropping off gifts like some repentant prince, Nolan calling and texting like I owed him something. They weren’t even allowed in anymore. I’d changed all access codes, even updated my passport ID. I didn’t want surprises. I didn’t want to see either of them.But still... every morning, a kiss emoji from Killian.Every night, a missed call from Nolan.Every single hour, my chest tightening from the weight of it all.Nolan sent me the same message two days ago: “I’m sorry. I was in love. I lost my

Lilith’s PovI woke up feeling… hollow.Like I hadn’t just slept, I’d crashed. My body felt heavy, like it carried the weight of all the nights I didn’t cry properly and all the words I didn’t say.I didn’t want to get up.But work doesn’t wait for breakdowns.Dragging myself through the motions, I got dressed, barely touched my breathalyzer check, tied my hair in a lazy bun, and threw on the first work outfit I could find. Everything felt distant. Blurry. Too loud and too quiet at the same time.I poured myself a glass of juice, didn’t drink it. Just held it in my hand until it warmed, then left the house without another word.In the car, my driver didn’t say anything either. Good. I wasn’t in the mood for niceties.When we pulled up to the gallery, I stepped out slowly. Bianca was already there, looking professional and perfectly in control, as always. She was arranging some frames by the wall.Her head turned the moment she saw me. “Ma’am? Are you okay?”I gave her a strained smile