All Chapters of Dear Wife, I Hate You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Killian’s PovThe moment Lilith left, I stared at the door for a second longer than I should have.What exactly was she trying to do?This sudden change… the soft voice, the playful eyes, the unwanted closeness—what was her endgame?Was she trying to make me fall for her?I almost laughed.If that’s her plan, then she’s wasting her time. I don’t fall. I don’t bend. I don’t feel.Let’s see who gets tired first.I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and walked into the bathroom. Not because I was shy around her…I have no reason to be. I just needed the cold water to silence my thoughts. My body was tired. My mind is more so.Business was getting more aggressive lately. Too many mouths speaking where they shouldn’t. I needed clarity.After the shower, I stepped out, fresh and calm. The room was still empty.The same Lilith who said she’d be right back.Was she shopping for an army of skincare?Not that I cared.I needed the quiet anyway.There were files waiting. Contracts, proposals, report

Lilith’s PovI don’t even know why I went to Killian’s office.I shouldn’t have.The second his voice turned cold in that boardroom, I knew I had made a terrible decision. And yet, there I was, standing in front of powerful men and women, holding a warm food flask like some hopeful fool trying to win over a brick wall.Now I’m sitting in the backseat of the car, staring out the window like the main character in a heartbreak music video. “Take me home,” I’d told the driver, and that’s exactly what he was doing—driving me back to a house that didn’t feel like mine.As the streets rolled past, I kept thinking of things I could do. Dumb things. Wild things. Sweet things. Anything that could get him to lower the icy walls around his heart. But what if he never does?By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was drained, emotionally, mentally. I climbed out of the car slowly and made my way upstairs like a ghost.Back in my room, I stared at the painting leaning against the wall. I’d paint

Nolan’s PovI couldn’t believe it worked.The moment I saw Lilith step into the house with Zoey, I knew I had to make her stay. Zoey always disappears around this time. I counted on that. I just needed a reason to keep Lilith from leaving.And luck? It played its part.Zoey left. Lilith stayed. And the kitchen became my stage.I know how to cook. Always have. Between me and Killian, I’ve always been the better one in the kitchen. But today? I burned the hell out of a pancake on purpose. Because I knew she’d offer to help. She couldn’t just walk past something like that.And now here she was—standing next to me, apron in hand, already scolding me with those sharp eyes of hers.“How do we start this?” I asked.“Do you have an extra apron?” she said. “I don’t want to mess up my dress.”I nodded and handed her one. It hung loosely on her. She looked so small in it. So soft. So damn perfect.She tied it behind her back, and I just stared. Her neck. Her eyes. That scar. I wanted to kiss it.

Lilith's PovThere was no time to waste.Zoey and I left the house without telling anyone. Not Killian. Not Nolan. No one.The driver didn’t ask questions. He just took us to the nearest pharmacy.When we got there, we asked for strong sleeping pills. The kind that knocks a person out fast.The pharmacist raised an eyebrow. “How fast?”“Two minutes,” Zoey said.The pharmacist looked at both of us for a moment before speaking. “You only need a drop. Just one. It’ll work fast. But don’t go beyond the dose. It can be dangerous.”Then he paused. “May I ask… what do you need it for?”Zoey gave a short laugh. “No, you may not. But we’re not killing anyone. We just have sleepless nights. That’s all.”He looked unsure but nodded. “Be careful. A drop. That’s it.”We thanked him and left.When we got back to the house, Zoey turned to me.“I need to go get something,” she said. “A dress. Something that’ll fit the plan.”I looked at her, confused. “A dress?”She nodded. “Yeah. One that’ll grab hi

Killian’s PovI couldn't believe what I saw. I really stood there and watched my wife act like some cheap cheat and then try to spin the story by dragging Zoey into it. How low can she get. Manipulative. Cunning. That’s what she’s always been. Plays the victim, cries when things don’t go her way. But tonight made everything clear. Lilith doesn’t need love. She doesn’t need care. She’s not worthy of it.I was too tired to argue more. It was late. I just needed the day to end. So I went to bed.But lying there in the dark, sleep didn’t come.All I could see was what could’ve happened if I hadn’t walked in. She would’ve been with that man while I stayed out working, thinking I had a wife. I’ve always known she wasn’t the type to sit still, the type to stay where she’s supposed to be. I thought marriage would calm her. But I was wrong.I didn’t do what I usually did that night. I couldn’t. I was too angry. It takes a lot to get to me but this got to me deep. Not because I loved her. No. I