All Chapters of Dear Wife, I Hate You: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lilith’s PovWaking up that morning felt… lighter. For the first time in days, my chest didn’t feel like it was carrying a mountain. There was a strange calmness in the silence of the room, as if the chaos in my mind had decided to sleep in today.I had been back in the place they kept calling "home" for two days now. It didn’t feel like home to me yet, but at least it was a roof, a safe roof. And in those two days, I hadn’t really seen much of Killian.Strangely, that felt like a good thing.I sat up in bed, letting the morning light stretch across my bare legs. The air was crisp, the kind that made you want to do something,anything. I still didn’t know what the day held, but at least I wasn’t panicking about it.The bathroom tiles were cold under my feet as I walked in, peeled out of my pajamas, and stepped into the shower. The water ran hot over my skin, and I let it wash away some of the stiffness. Maybe I needed this. A slow morning. A calm start.Once I was out, I dried my hair

Killian’s PovI didn’t know if I made the right call bringing her here.Maybe I should have waited. Maybe I should have listened when Bianca said to go slow. But seeing Lilith collapse like that, her eyes fluttering, her body limp, I panicked. All the logic in the world couldn’t save me from the terror that gripped my chest the moment she fell.Now, she lay there on the bed.The doctor had just left a few minutes ago, saying something about memory triggers and how it wasn’t abnormal in cases like this. She didn’t bring her medication with her, so he prescribed some new ones. But none of that comforted me. None of that made the weight in my chest lift.She looked lifeless.And that sight, it broke me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.I sat on the edge of the bed, her palm resting in mine, and I just... held it. Hoping. Praying.This girl…this maddening, dramatic, impossible girl, had become the most important person in my world. And now she was lying here like a ghost. No sarca

Lilith’s Pov The building in front of me had this dark, almost ethereal aura. Tall and imposing, but elegant too. The outside was sleek black stone with intricate designs etched into the walls. It gave off a modern gothic aesthetic, the kind that whispered power and mystery. Killian guided me toward it, his fingers still loosely wrapped around mine. When we stepped inside, my senses were immediately swallowed by the darkness. The interior was pitch black. No lights. No sounds. Just a faint hum of air conditioning and the scent of sandalwood and fresh paint. Despite the daylight outside, it was like the whole place had been built to shut it out—cutting off the world completely. “Killian,” I whispered, my voice echoing slightly in the space. “I can’t see a thing.” Just as the words left my lips— Click. The lights turned on. And the next second, a thunderous chorus of voices erupted— “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILITH!!” I staggered back in shock, my heart flying up to my throat.

Lilith’s PovMy fingers moved on instinct as I approached the main door.I knew the code.I didn’t want to know it.I hated that I still remembered it.But when I punched it in, the door clicked. He hadn’t changed it.Of course he hadn’t.The door opened with a low groan, and I stepped inside, the smell of sandalwood and cedarwood clinging to the air like ghosts.Everything looked the same.Exactly the same.Too much the same.The sofa I once curled up on when I was crying.The table I once placed sketches on.The hallway I once walked down in.I felt like I was walking through a museum of my own heartbreak.Then I saw him.Nolan.He stood in the doorway of the living room, dressed in a sleek black shirt, a glass of wine in one hand, like he had been waiting—expecting—me.He smiled. That smile. The one that had once made me feel seen. Now, it just made my skin crawl.“To what do I owe this lovely surprise, my sweet love?” he asked smoothly. “Have you finally come to your senses and re

Lilith’s Pov The past month has honestly been… the best phase of my life. I’m walking again…fully. No more cane, no more therapy appointments. My body feels like mine again. I’ve been painting nonstop. Commissions, gallery pieces, even custom portraits. I’m making actual income from something I love, something that makes me feel alive. And then there’s Killian. God. Killian. We’ve probably had sex over a thousand times this month, I’m not even exaggerating. Okay… maybe I am, just a little. But seriously, we can’t keep our hands off each other. We’re like magnets. At home, in the car, sometimes even in his office when I bring him lunch. It’s ridiculous… and addicting. Every time he touches me, I melt. Every time he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world, I fall harder. I thought the spark would fade, but no. If anything, it’s growing stronger every damn day. But today was girls’ day. Finally. Emily, Polly, Bianca, Rose, Maya and I had been planning a full girls’ spa