Dear Wife, I Hate You (by Josephine Mbanefo) novel Chapter 4

Killian's Pov

It has been exactly five days and I haven't seen Lilith. My wife.

Not like I wanted to.

But it was as if she knew how to stay close without showing her face. And I liked that. I didn’t want to see her face.

For the last five days, work kept me alive. Going to the office. Finalizing deals. Closing things. Keeping busy so I wouldn’t think. Wouldn’t remember. Wouldn’t feel. But tonight, I needed a break. My head was full. My chest was heavier than usual.

I stared at the girl in front of me with a glass of whiskey in my hand. The drink burned the back of my throat. I took another sip. She was standing a few feet away, in a short black mini dress, heels that clicked against the tiles, and a look in her eyes that made her intentions clear. Seduction was her weapon tonight.

Music played in the background, something slow with a dirty rhythm.

I wasn’t the type to invite whores over to my house. I usually didn’t need to.

But tonight, I didn’t have the strength to go out. So I asked her to come.

She started dancing. Slowly. Moving her hips in time with the music. Her eyes never left mine. I didn’t move. I didn’t smile. I just watched her.

She turned around, ran her hands up her own body, and pulled down the zip at the back of her dress. It fell to the floor like nothing. She was wearing a matching undies set underneath. Tight on her skin and then she moved closer.

I leaned back on the couch and took another drink. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted her. I just didn’t want to feel empty.

She reached for the clasp of her bra.

And then the door opened.

I never locked my door. But nobody in this house dared to walk into my room without knocking. Nobody.

Until one human did. My so-called wife….Lilith

She walked in, holding a phone in her hand, immediately she saw the scene in front of her, She looked at me. Then at the girl.

Then back at me again.

The girl froze, quickly grabbing her dress and clutching it to her chest, covering herself like she had just remembered shame.

I didn’t even flinch.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice cold.

Lilith didn’t blink. “My father said he’s been trying to contact you. You’re not picking up. He wants to have a meeting with you.”

“You can go now.” I waved my hand carelessly.

Lilith raised a brow. “I can go wherever I want. This is my house too.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared at her.

Her scar was visible. That thin line running down her neck, barely noticeable unless you were looking.

Her eyes, one the color of honey, the other grey. It used to throw me off. But now, it only reminded me of everything. The surgeries. The accident. The fact that she survived. That she was still here. That she ruined everything.

She should have died.

But instead, she became this….Beautiful. Too beautiful. Her eyes made her look like an angel sent down to earth.

But her beauty wouldn’t make me forget the truth.

She was a killer.

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