Semua Bab Dear Wife, I Hate You: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lilith's PovWe went downstairs and hopped into the car. The driver started the engine and began driving us to the store. The drive wasn’t quiet, not even a little. It was all about the perfect dress. Zoey kept going on and on about how we were going to dress tonight, how we’d catch everyone’s attention, how we had to shine brighter than anyone else.I didn’t know how to add to the conversation. So I just nodded when needed, said, “Okay,” and “Yes,” here and there, pretending like I was part of the hype.Finally, we reached the store.As soon as we walked in, a lady came toward us with a bright smile. “How may we help you today?”Zoey stepped forward confidently. “We came here to pick the finest dresses for a party tonight. I hope we came to the right store.”The woman, whose name tag read Luma, gave us a small, proud smile. “You know we’re the best in town. We’ll make sure you leave looking like goddesses.”Zoey grinned. “Yeah, let’s do it.”I realized I hadn’t said a single word sin

Nolan’s PovThe music was loud. The champagne was decent. The business talk? Boring, as usual.I nodded politely at the men around me. They were going on and on about contracts, mergers, expansion. I’d heard this same speech at a dozen parties.Then my eyes drifted around and I saw Lilith in the corner.Alone.She was drinking.She downed one glass, then another. Her hand moved too quickly. Her head tilted back too far. She wasn’t sipping. She was trying to forget.I stopped listening to the conversation. One of the men said something to me, but my focus had already left.“Excuse me,” I muttered. “I’ll be right back. Just a sec.”I set my glass down on the table and walked away. My steps were steady, but inside I felt this strange pull. Like something was about to go wrong.She didn’t even see me coming.She was in her own world. Her eyes glazed, her body slightly swaying to the music. She looked hurt. Tired. Lost.After trying to talk to drunk Lilith, everything happened so fastHer

Lilith’s PovI didn’t know I’d wake up with a pounding headache, standing in front of Killian, with Emily by my side, declaring war on him like we were in some kind of battlefield.I could barely even open my eyes fully, and now this?Before things got worse, I stepped in.“Emily, just stop.” My voice came out hoarse and tired.“No,” she snapped. But before she could continue whatever dramatic speech she had lined up, I gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.We walked to my room in silence. Once we got in, I closed the door behind us and turned to face her.“Emily… you didn’t have to do that.”She raised her brow. “Is that how you greet your best friend who came all the way here to check on you?”I blinked. “No, that’s not what I meant.”And then, without thinking, I pulled her into a hug.She hugged me back, holding tight like she hadn’t seen me in years. When we finally let go, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I’m not sorry for what I did. Just so you know. I ne

I didn’t expect those words to come out of Killian’s mouth.“Wait… what?” I blinked. “What did you just say?”He looked me dead in the eye, no emotion on his face. “You heard me.”My heart was pounding.“They wanted to rape my so-called wife,” he continued, each word laced with disgust, “because she decided to get drunk and wander off like a child. I saved you, Lilith. And this—” he gestured between us, “—this is how you repay me?”I stood there, stunned, my throat dry. I didn’t know. I didn’t even remember.“I… I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t know. I didn’t think… it would ever be like that.”Killian’s laugh was cold. “Of course, you didn’t. But what hurt me wasn’t that you were drunk. It was that when I found you, you didn’t even fight back. You looked like you were ready to let them touch you.”I shook my head, tears already burning my eyes. “That’s not true—”“You don’t have to pretend to be sorry,” he snapped. “I know what you are. I know you wanted it. All three of them. Mayb

Nolan’s PovMassaging her feet didn’t feel weird at all. In fact, it felt... natural. Like something I was supposed to do. Something she needed.“I don’t think you should be doing this,” Lilith said quietly, her voice a fragile whisper. “It’s not necessary. I’m okay.”I looked at her. Pale skin, tired eyes, but still managing to be breathtaking. “I know you’re not okay,” I replied, keeping my tone gentle. “Just let me do it.”She hesitated. “Are you sure? Do you think anyone will have a problem with it?”“Anyone can have a problem with it,” I said, shrugging lightly. “But you’re sick, Lilith. You need all the care you can get.”That made her smile faintly. She lay her head back against the pillow, letting herself relax.I kept my eyes on her—those eyes that always seemed to carry the weight of things unspoken. Even sick, she looked beautiful. Too beautiful. Her lashes fluttered as she blinked slowly, and I couldn’t stop staring.“How are you feeling now?” I asked softly.She shook her