Dear Wife, I Hate You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lilith’s PovI kept waiting.Pacing around the hallway, checking the time every five minutes. Opening Killian’s bedroom door, hoping he'd be lying there… but no. It was empty and cold Like he never planned to come home.I called him. Again. And again.No answer.I texted.Nothing.Not a single reply.Was it the kiss? Was I that disgusting to him? That one moment of weakness, of confusion—did it push him that far away? I didn’t mean for it to happen… I didn’t even plan it.Was I that unlovable?Tears threatened to build in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I didn’t want to cry again. Not tonight. I crawled into bed, burying my face into the pillow, trying to breathe.He’ll be back tomorrow, I told myself.He has to.****Morning came.But he didn’t.The first thing I did was check my phone. Still no messages from him. Just one from Emily:“I'll be back with Maya this morning.”I sighed. At least that was something.I decided today was going to be different. I deserved peace, even for j

Lilith’s PovThe old me would have reacted. She would’ve lashed out. Maybe screamed, maybe cried, maybe thrown something across the room just to feel something other than this awful stillness. But now? Now there was only silence.I stood there, staring at him—this man I once thought I could hate more than anyone else. He looked so sure of himself, like his words didn’t just punch through my chest.I took a slow step forward, and then another. I stopped inches from him, my voice low, almost whispering. “Is that what you want, Killian? To keep me close?”He didn’t answer. Not a flinch. Not a blink. Just that cold, unreadable stare.“Fine,” I said simply.And then I turned and walked away—back to my room, back to where I could break without him watching.I didn’t want him to see how vulnerable I was. How every word he threw at me tonight cut deeper than the last. How I wanted to scream. How I wanted to shout and tear this whole place down just to feel like I mattered again.But I kept wa

Nolan’s PovThe moment her palm touched mine, I paused.It was soft. Warm. Delicate. And for a second, everything slowed.Was this a green light? Was she… opening up to me?Maybe she’s starting to feel something. Maybe I don’t even need to tell her anything about my brother anymore. Not like Killian was a monster, but to her? He was the worst.She held onto my hand, and we walked out together.We got into the car and the drive to the store was silent but not awkward. Just… calm. Like we were settling into something familiar. Something real.When we got there, I gave her a quick nod, and she followed me in. We picked up everything we needed—juice, wine, a few basics, and of course, everything for pancakes.By the time we got back, I said, “I’ll just place everything in the kitchen.”She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll just go pack my hair real quick. I forgot something earlier… I need a change of clothes. Something comfy. You know… to cook in.”I raised a brow. “That won’t be a problem. Go to the

Killian’s PovI buttoned up my shirt, the last piece of my morning routine, and for whatever damn reason, my thoughts drifted—again—to Lilith.She didn’t come home last night. Maybe she slept at her place. Maybe not. I don’t know. And truthfully? I shouldn’t care.This is someone who barely flinched at her mother’s death. So why should I bother worrying about where she lays her head?I brushed it off, grabbed a bite downstairs, then headed straight to the office.As usual, my day was packed—meetings, documents, calls. We’re expanding, so I had to sit through interviews. Tedious, but necessary.It was halfway through the day when I paused.Something in me—call it curiosity, call it madness—made me reach for my phone.But I didn’t call her. Of course not. That would send the wrong message. That I care.And I don’t.I called her father instead.He answered. Dry pleasantries. I said sorry—again—for the loss. Then I got to the point.“Is Lilith with you?”Silence. Then he said, “I’ve disow

Lilith's PovI still couldn't believe it. Killian had seen me… again… with another man.Why was it always a guy? Why was it never a girl?And now, he probably thinks I’m some kind of whore.And then… what did he say back there?That he owns me?What the hell was that supposed to mean?I didn’t even realize someone was talking to me until I heard the voice,“Are you even listening to me?”Right.Jack. I was still sitting with Jack.I blinked and looked at him. “Sorry…”Jack gave me a small smile, but I could see he was holding back.“You know what?” he said, standing up. “Let’s catch up another time. You already have my number. Hit me up if you ever need anything.”Then he paused. “For now, you should probably go back to your husband’s house. Sort out whatever’s going on.”I shook my head. “I’m not going back there.”Jack raised both hands. “Alright, fine. I’m not trying to interfere. But we’ll see again, yeah? Your mind is clearly somewhere else.”I managed a weak smile. “It was nice