Dear Wife, I Hate You (by Josephine Mbanefo) novel Chapter 46

Lilith’s Pov

As soon as I left Killian’s office, my heart started beating fast.

Really fast.

I didn’t even know if it was fear or anger or just nerves. Maybe all three.

I didn’t want to piss him off. But I also didn’t want to keep folding for him. I needed to start standing my ground. And honestly, I wasn’t going to keep having this argument with myself anymore.

On my way to my room, I kept thinking about everything I just said to him. Emily was waiting for me–I had so much to tell her. She was probably already pacing.

Then I heard someone call my name.

But it wasn’t “Lilith.”

It was “Liz.”

I turned quickly.

It was Nolan.

He walked up to me with that same calm look on his face. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” I said with a small smile.

Then I looked at him properly and said, “Thank you… for what you did yesterday. For not telling Killian where I was. I owe you one. I’m forever grateful.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. Really.”

I looked down, then back at him. “Also… about what almost happened between us…”

He went quiet.

“I was overwhelmed. I didn’t mean to mess up what we have. Please don’t see me as someone trying to ruin this friendship. I’m sorry.”

The moment I said sorry, something shifted in his face. I noticed it.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he repeated. “I understand.”

I nodded, but my chest felt tight.

“I’m actually heading to meet Alessio,” Nolan said. “We caught the guy who hurt Zoey. You want to come along?”

“Um… not really,” I said. “Emily’s waiting for me. I would have loved to come… but maybe take Zoey with you.”

“Yeah, of course,” he nodded. “And I’ll ask Killian too.”

“Okay,” I said.

He nodded once more and walked away, heading towards Killian’s office.

I turned and headed toward my room.

The moment I opened the door, Emily shot up from the bed.

“Are you okay? Are you fine? Did something happen to you? Did he say anything bad to you?”

I dropped my bag and walked in.

“Even if he did, I talked back at him,” I said.

Emily clapped. “Yes! That’s my girl. Go, girl! Don’t let them walk all over you. That’s the energy we need. Keep that up and he’ll stop acting like he owns the world.”

I smiled a little. “Yeah.”

“Now tell me everything,” she said, eyes wide. “You’ve got that look on your face. Spill it all. I want details. I want everything.”

“You’re gonna need to sit down for this,” I told her. “And I’m calling Rose. We need juice.”

Emily grinned. “Ooh, I’m loving this already.”

I called Rose and asked her to bring a jug of juice and two glasses. Then I ended the call.

Emily was literally shaking my arm. “Don’t wait for the juice, just talk!”

“No, no,” I said, laughing. “Let’s calm those nerves first.”

“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes.

A few minutes later, Rose came in and placed the jug on the table. She poured the juice into both glasses, then left us alone.

Emily grabbed hers, gulped almost half in one go, and then slammed the cup down.

“Alright. I’m good now. Tell me.”

I took a small breath, then looked at her.

“So… Killian and I kissed.”

Emily was like, “What?”

I said, “You heard me. We kissed.”

She gasped so loud and scooted closer like a kid hearing juicy gossip. “Oh my god. Tell me you’re joking. When? When did it happen?!”

Her eyes were wide, and I could feel her excitement rubbing off on me.

Then she leaned in, like really leaned in and said, “How was it? How were his lips? Were they soft? How long did it last? Did you guys have sex?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “No! It was just a kiss. His lips were… soft. Yeah. We kissed for a bit but not too long. Then he told me to get up and leave.”

Emily groaned. “Ugh, he’s such a dick.”

I nodded. “Yeah, totally a dick.”

Then she clapped her hands and said. “So you’ve kissed your husband now! Oh my god! Such a perfect romance!”

“Stop that,” I said quickly. “It’s not perfect. Not even close. But you know what? I think I’m done trying”

Emily blinked. “What do you mean?”

I sighed. “I’ve tried being the stubborn wife. I’ve tried being sweet. I’ve tried showing him the real me. But I don’t think he wants to see me. Not really. So, from now on, I’ll just be me. No begging for love. No craving his attention. Nah. I’ll talk to people who actually want to talk to me.”

Emily raised her brow. “Like who?”

I hesitated. “Like… Nolan. He sees me. For me.”

And boom, my thoughts started drifting to Nolan. His pretty face. His stupidly beautiful eyes. His annoying little smirk.

And then I snapped out of it. “Oh my god. What am I even thinking?”

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