Chapter 6
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Whether it was the howling wind drowning out her words or Killian choosing not to hear anything but Lila's name, the result was the same—
He carried Lila away without a backward glance.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Liora tilted her head back, forcing her tears down before letting out a hollow laugh.
Even after her family rushed her to the hospital, Killian never once showed up.
When she finally regained consciousness, fifteen days had passed.
Medical tubes crisscrossed her battered body. Every muscle ached; even her bones throbbed.
Through the haze, her mother's furious voice cut through the beeping machines.
"That useless Killian! My daughter nearly died because of him, and he couldn't even come once! And that scheming Lila walks around perfectly fine! I've already told the Pierce family—from today on, we're done with them!"
Liora clenched the bedsheets, biting her lip to hold back tears as she reached for her phone.
An unknown number had left several messages.
Unknown: Still alive, Liora? I made sure you got what you deserved that night. Funny how Killian still chose me even when you were on the brink of death—he didn't even spare you a glance.
Unknown: Remember that portrait you spent three months painting? He threw it away the moment I said it scared me.
Unknown: Still waiting for your knight in shining armor? Don't bother. He's writing me his hundredth love letter right now, promising I'll never cry again.
Below the messages was a photo.
Killian, writing a love letter.
She knew that profile so well—but the tenderness in his expression was something he had never shown her.
Her grip tightened until the sheets tore.
She took a sharp breath and typed a reply.
Liora: A match made in hell. Enjoy your misery together.
No reply came.
Exhaustion dragged her into a deep, dreamless sleep—until she was jolted awake hours later by a commotion outside her door.
Every movement sent pain through her body as she staggered toward it.
Her fingers had just touched the handle—
CRASH!
The door burst open as a swarm of reporters rushed in.
They surrounded her instantly, microphones thrust in her face as camera flashes went off nonstop. Before she could steady herself, the crowd shoved her backward—her back slammed against the doorframe, knocking the air out of her lungs.
"Mrs. Pierce, are you aware of your husband's relationship with another woman?"
"That woman is Lila Pierce, the missing adopted daughter of the Pierce family, right? Are they rekindling their old romance?"
"You're still hospitalized—how do you plan to win your husband back?"
The questions came one after another, aggressive and relentless.
Liora clenched her fists, anger rising in her chest.
Just as she was about to speak, a commanding voice cut through the chaos.
"Back off! All of you, get out!"
Killian stepped in front of her, shielding her.
"No comment on private matters. Take one more step and I'll call the police."
But the reporters pressed on.
"Mr. Pierce, does this mean you admit your relationship with Lila? Then what about your marriage? Is it over?"
Killian's temper was about to snap—
When suddenly, a soft sob came from the other side of the room.
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