Dear Wife, I Hate You

th's

pped as Killi

n't eve

sank deep into my chest like thorns. Tears slipped quietly down my ch

ed up

hated me with every part of him. And deep down, I knew he was goin

to face t

ins, their cheers, their pretty clothes and glassy toasts. They weren't happy for me. They were happ

I was now somebody's wife. Killian's wife. The

i

the sound echoing into the open air, mixing with the music and the clinks of wine glasses. The reception was held outside too, beneath stri

nging area. I slipped into something simpler. A silky, cre

, discussing business like today was just another power move. My mother was bouncing

alone in the mi

ly. I didn't smile. I couldn't. W

eant to marry me. They knew wh

tight to even try. All I could think about was

breathe just th

*

final

ave with m

y parents waiting. My mother rushed to me the moment she saw

"So you're now a wife. Make me proud. Do not disobey

en get a word out

ouble. There won't be any need for

e or comforting me. He looked serious as always,

your husba

odd

dded

f affection. I had lea

er arms around me without hesitation. I clung

e whispered. "I'll come visit you e

ve that. At least I'll have some

a month from now and you still want to go ahead with the plan..

eep down, I kne

se I wasn

than they already were. There was enough tens

, "just promise me you'll be g

I

be good to me," a

ll

ke a shadow. My mother turned t

take car

reach his eyes. It m

"She'll take care of me

allo

. I'll take

whisper, so soft I wa

ing some quick, low-toned conversation I

, Killian turn

," he sai

ance back to check if I was fol

I looked at my parents, my mother was blinking b

ft with

eyes lowered. Killian was already inside, seated, starin

tly and closed th

were ex

ure si

*

me was pain

on his phone like I didn't exist. H

ch me staring. I wasn't even sure why I was looking at him. May

wasn't even tight, but it felt like it was choking me. Like it was

car slo

It opened smoothly, as if welcoming a king and his queen.

nd silence. I pressed my fingers to the window, trying to take in the details. B

breat

But instead of awe, I felt a pang in my chest. Thi

ar st

He didn't wait. He just o

I that disgusting to him? Wa

d out. The night air was cool, brushin

ted unloading the bags. I didn't even look

sh polish and soft flowers. Expensive and di

he stoppe

probably in his fifties, and a woman a li

t respond. No

t walk

one. With strangers. In a plac

my dress, unsure of what to do. My voi

n steppe

nd a soft smile. "I'm Rose," she sa

r r

our

my throat. Of course, he wouldn't

tung, even though

ow much my husband hates me. And I would