Todos os capítulos de Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband!: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Lily's POV.The lead auditor's name whose name was Mr. Harlan — mid-fifties, silver-haired with his reading glasses at the bridge of his nose — opened the first folder as he cleared his throat."Mrs. Rookwood. Let's begin with your identity documentation."We moved through it patiently — the reactivated passport, the backdated joint accounts, the tax filings, the residency records from Sicily. I answered each question without hesitation, without elaborating past what was asked. Diego had drilled that into me until it was reflex. Answer the question. Only the question. The moment you explain more than necessary, you hand them the thread.Cho cleared his throat midway through, flipping a page with a smirk barely concealed behind his hand."Interesting gap in the employment records. Two full years of nothing, and then, a billionaire's wife. Quite the pivot.""Interesting that you find my trauma amusing, Mr. Cho," I said pleasantly. "I suppose it does make sense that you would, though. Aft

Lily's POV."Anywhere" turned out to be a two-hour drive out of the city, into a quiet that arrived so gradually I didn't notice it until the noise had been gone for a while.The road narrowed and the trees closed in on both sides, the city's heaviness which had clearly settled densely on my chest beginning to lift off my chest, replaced with a relief that washed over me. I'd taken my shoes off in the car. Diego didn’t say anything. Not like I wanted him to, the silence was a comforting one, especially after the ordeal we just survived.When the driver finally stopped and Diego said we were walking the rest of the way, I stepped out onto a rough path, but I decided I didn't care about that either."Where are we?" I asked."Somewhere I used to come when I needed to remember the city wasn't the whole world," he said, and started walking.I followed him into the woods.What opened up on the other side of them was the kind of thing that made you stop in your tracks. Well, I did. It was a

Lily's POV.Evening at the resort was even a more beautiful experience. While the day had a colder beauty to it, the sunset was very warm, dying the sky a deep orange and pink.Diego joined me in the swing near the garden as I stared into the distance, his scent registering before his presence did.“Mrs. Adler told me you’ll be here.”He gripped the swing’s arm, rocking me on it.I smiled as he rocked it again, slightly harder this time.“I decided if I’m going to take a break, I should cherish every bit of it.”“Fair.” He nodded behind me. “Brace yourself.”I didn’t have enough time to think about what he said. Diego thrusted the swing’s ropes hard into the air, pushing me forward.A scream tore from my chest as I felt the wind over my face. I gripped the ropes tight as I returned to the original position, Diego catching me from behind.“Diego!” I didn’t get to alight or even scream at him when he pushed the swing hard again, thrusting me even harder and higher into the wind. Anothe

Lily's POV.After Brittany’s appearance yesterday, and without the urgency of the audit breathing down our neck, my interactions with Diego reduced. Getting out of bed, getting into a routine that involved seeing him daily, it all felt like a chore. I couldn’t look at him without remembering his past with Brittany, and it infuriated me more because I shouldn’t care. Our marriage, everything between us, it only existed on paper. And I knew better than to let myself fall for someone as tyrannical and ruthless as Diego. Even though the past few weeks with him had proven to be the opposite. But I still had to believe that, because…The elevator doors were already closing when Brittany’s pink shoes poked between them, and they opened again.She stepped in, pressed her floor, and smiled at me in the mirrored wall like we were old friends who'd simply not had the chance to properly talk yet. Watching her act so innocent and sweet grated on my nerves so bad, but I kept my cool and returne

Lily's POV.The line stayed open for four seconds.No voice. No background noise. Just breathing — barely that — and then the click of someone hanging up.I stood in the middle of the studio with the phone at my ear for a moment after, listening to the silence, then put it in my pocket and decided not to think about it tonight.Nate was watching me from the easel when I turned around."Everything okay?" he asked."Fine," I said, and moved on.