All Chapters of Dear Wife, I Hate You: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lilith’s PovAfter he told me to follow him, I looked down at my cake, which I had barely gotten halfway through. “But I’m still eating.”Killian shrugged, turning to walk away. “I can buy you the entire store if you want, but for now, next time someone tries to approach you, you tell them no and to leave you the fuck alone. I’m going to punish you like the bad girl you are. You don’t get to meet random men. Not on my watch.”With that, I sighed and stood up, trailing behind him as he walked out of the cake shop with quick steps. He didn’t even wait for me as the elevator opened. We got in silently and headed back up to the office. The moment the doors opened, he led me straight to his office, not saying a word.Once we were inside, Killian suddenly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest, my back pressed firmly to him. He wasn’t touching me yet, but I could feel the heat from his body. His breath was low in my ear.“You see, my dear wife,” he whispered darkly, “this i

Lilith’s PovAs Killian walked into the house and left me behind, I stood there, staring at the door like I’d just been slapped. This did not just happen. I couldn’t believe it. We didn’t even go all the way, and yet he was acting like I had begged him for something. Like I had thrown myself at him. Like I meant nothing.I felt stupid. Used. And worst of all, hurt.I should have known better. I should have kept my guard up. But I let it down, I let him in, and now I was paying for it. I could already feel the tears threatening my eyes, but no—this wasn’t the time to cry. Not here. Not now.Killian was messing with my feelings, twisting me up so bad that I couldn’t even understand what I was feeling anymore. Confused. Angry. Sad. Embarrassed. All of it, all at once. I needed advice. I needed someone who knew him deeply. Maybe… maybe his mom could help. She was the only person I felt I could trust right now. Maybe even Emily. But first, I needed to clean up, take a breath, just gather m

Killian’s PovI lost count after the fifth glass.Whiskey burned its way down my throat, warm and reckless. The bitter edge was comforting and too familiar, like the storm in my chest. My mother’s words wouldn’t leave my head. Her voice, her insistence.“You love her, Killian.”No, I wasn’t supposed to. I told myself that again. And again. And again. But it wasn’t working. Not anymore.Because I was. Falling. And I hated it.Hated how she took up space in my head. Hated how she made me feel things I swore I buried long ago. And more than anything, I hated the thought of needing her.And then, just when I thought I’d finally drown her memory with another pour, there was a knock.And like the devil hearing her name, she appeared.Lilith.She stepped in slowly, like she wasn’t sure she was welcome. She wasn’t. And yet… I didn’t stop her.Whiskey still in hand, I leaned against the table and watched her.“Hey, Killian,” she said gently.I didn’t answer. I stared at the glass instead.“Kil

Lilith’s PovI must’ve cried myself empty, because I didn’t even remember falling asleep.When I opened my eyes, soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and the first thing I saw was Emily, curled up beside me, still fast asleep. Even in my brokenness, I managed a small, aching smile. She hadn’t let me spend the night alone. She stayed, held me, gave me warmth when all I felt was cold.She was a blessing I didn’t deserve.I stirred gently, careful not to wake her, and made my way to the bathroom. My body still felt sore, every step a reminder of the night before. Of what I gave… of how it was received.Of how I was discarded.I stood under the shower longer than necessary, the water running down my skin like a baptism I desperately needed. But no amount of water could rinse off the shame. The ache in my chest. The regret.When I came out, Emily was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.“How’re you feeling this morning?” she asked, her voice soft with concern.I hesitated, then offer

Killian’s PovThe morning came too fast. I barely remembered falling asleep, but the alarm dragged me back to reality like a slap.I got up, freshened up, shaved, and put on one of my finest suits, dark navy, crisp, and sharp. The kind of suit that made people stare twice and speak once. Power had to be worn, after all. Especially on mornings like this.I stepped out. The driver was already waiting. No words were exchanged, he knew the destination.Archeline Development Corporation.The company we were partnering with on this project had been nothing short of ambitious. Multi-billion-dollar stakes. Pressure. Reputation. The kind of thing that would distract any man.Except, I wasn’t just any man. And I wasn’t distracted. Not by work, anyway.As we drove, I pulled out my phone.I don’t know what I was hoping to see.Maybe a text. A missed call. Something. Anything.There was nothing.I should’ve known better. I turned off the screen and stared outside.The building loomed ahead, glass