Dear Wife, I Hate You (by Josephine Mbanefo) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Lilith’s Pov

I 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 needed to tell him not to mess with you.”

I sighed. “I know. I know you have my best interest at heart.”

Emily crossed her arms. “I mean, look at you. You’re a mess right now.”

“I know,” I said softly. “But you don’t have to blame him for this. This one’s on me. We went to a dinner party last night. I got drunk… I barely remember how I got back here. I think Killian brought me home… helped me to bed. I’m honestly grateful.”

Her eyes widened a bit. “Don’t pick his side, Lilith. Don’t do that. He’s still a cruel man.”

“I’m not picking sides,” I whispered.

Emily exhaled. “Okay. Fine. But you have to start packing now. We’re leaving.”

I looked away, “I don’t think I want to go anymore. I just… I just want to stay. I don’t want to keep running away from

my marriage. I got overwhelmed, and I’m sorry I dragged you all the way here.”

Emily didn’t argue. She just walked to the door, opened it slowly, then turned back to me. “It’s okay. I understand. Whatever decision you make, I’ll support it. Just call me anytime. But for today, I’m staying till evening. I need to see what’s really going on around here… if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” I smiled.

I took a deep breath and said, “I’ll get you a glass of juice downstairs… and maybe grab some pills for my headache.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “Wait…are you already having sex with mean Killian?”

I froze. “What?!”

She burst out laughing. “Sorry! I thought you meant those kind of pills.”

I laughed too, shaking my head. “No, Emily. Headache pills.”

“My bad, my bad,” she said, still giggling.

Still laughing to myself, I opened the door and walked out of the room. Her crazy assumption echoed in my head, sex with Killian?

I quickly brushed the thought away, shaking my head like the thought was going to come off.

I made my way to the kitchen, rubbing my temples gently as the headache refused to ease. I poured Emily’s juice and set the glass on the counter. After that, I realized something, I had no idea where the medicine was kept.

I sighed and started checking around the kitchen. Drawer by drawer. Cupboard after cupboard. Nothing.

I stepped out into the hallway, moving toward the medicine cabinet I remembered seeing before. Just as I opened the cabinet and spotted the pack I needed, someone walked in.

“Hey, girl. Good morning,” Zoey’s voice chirped behind me.

I turned around with a small smile. “Good morning. How was your night?”

Zoey leaned against the doorway, yawning. “It was… okay, I guess. Kind of weird.”

“Weird? What happened?”

She hesitated for a second. “Not going into details or anything, but I think something is up with Nolan. The way he acted last night… it was just weird.”

I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, folding her arms. “I think I should just leave it at that. But if you notice anything strange about Nolan… can you let me know?”

“Um… okay, sure,” I said, forcing a nod.

Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure I’d notice anything with Nolan. We barely even spoke. But Zoey was my friend, and I didn’t want her worrying alone.

“I have to go to work today,” Zoey added, glancing at the time on her watch. “We’ll catch up later, alright?”

“Okay. See you later.”

She waved and left, her heels tapping softly down the hallway.

I turned back to the cabinet, spotting the small pill bottle up on the top shelf. Just my luck, it was too high. I stood on my toes, stretched my hand, but it was still out of reach.

I sighed again, more dramatically this time, and started looking around for a stool or something to climb.

That was when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned just in time to see Nolan walking into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I said softly to Nolan.

He didn’t respond.

He just stared.

His eyes were fixed on me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t solve. I waited, hoping he’d say something, but he didn’t.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying to ease the awkwardness crawling over my skin.

“Are you looking for something?” I asked, my voice a little unsure.

Still, no reply.

The kitchen suddenly felt too quiet. Too cold. I didn’t even know how to walk away without looking like I was running.

Then he spoke.

“So you don’t remember?”

My heart skipped.

“Remember what?” I asked.

He took two steps toward me. Slow. Measured.

“You’re really trying to say you don’t remember what happened yesterday?”

I blinked fast, my chest tightening. “No… I don’t. Did I… did I do something wrong? Did I mess with someone I wasn’t supposed to?”

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