All Chapters of My Cold Husband : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aaron sat in his dimly lit study, the faint glow of the city skyline streaming through the windows. His mind wandered back to the events of the previous night-the way Alex had begged, pleaded, and crumbled before him. It wasn’t Alex’s cries that lingered in his mind now; it was Lily’s voice. He had asked Lily when did she want Alex killed and she said "tomorrow?" She’d said it so casually, as though she trusted him implicitly. It wasn’t her demand that haunted him-it was her words. "Tomorrow" Alex had stolen her innocence, the person who saw good even in the ugliest of hearts and he would never forgive him. Aaron wasn’t a man who cared much for deadlines unless they served his goals, but this time, he’d made sure Alex took his last breath before the clock struck midnight. Not for Alex. Not even for justice. For her. Lily hummed softly as she moved around the kitchen, preparing coffee. She didn’t seem tense, didn’t seem to carry the weight of what she’d asked him to do. If any

"The side you see of me every day is just for you, and the ones close to me." The weight of his words lingered, heavy and unshakable. She couldn’t ignore the shift in his demeanor-the way his usual warmth and lightheartedness had vanished, replaced by something darker, something she didn’t recognize. Her heart raced as she thought back to the look in his eyes. It wasn’t just anger or frustration. It was controlled, calculated intensity. It was as though for a brief moment, she had glimpsed a side of him he kept locked away from the world, a side he had chosen to reveal to her today. But why? Was he not who she thought he was ? She didn’t understand. Why had he said those things? What was he trying to prove or warn her about? Leaning back against the headboard, she hugged her knees to her chest, her thoughts spiraling. Aaron had always been an enigma, someone who hid as much as he showed. But until today, she had thought she understood him-or at least the parts of him he al

A couple of days passed, Lily and Aaron's exams were now over, the last one was yesterday. They didn't talk much since their kiss, Lily avoided Aaron at all times but he was barely around the last few days and she was thankful for it. She wondered why he disappeared after coming back from the university, was he avoiding her as well ? Or was he too hurt because of Lily? Apparently, Aaron had tried to approach Lily several times: before the exams, after them, and even during breakfast. But every time, Lily either changed the subject or snapped at him without meaning to. She hated how rude she sounded, especially to Aaron, but she didn’t know how else to deal with the storm of emotions inside her. She was confused. For Aaron, he had started going to therapy, ever since Lily had started avoiding him, her avoidance felt like a knife to the chest. He had been wracking his brain over what went wrong, over whether the kiss had ruined everything between them. He decided she could use some

“You’ve never done this before, Aaron,” Zared finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “You don’t protect people. Not like this.” Aaron’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re right. I don’t. But this time, I am. Leave.” "What is she to you ?" Aaron stood there, speechless, not answering his question. Zared swallowed hard, a mix of anger and something else-something closer to jealousy-twisting in his gut. He didn’t know what was happening between Aaron and Lily, but one thing was clear: she wasn’t just anyone to Aaron. Was he using her ? Or it was something deeper ? But Zared didn’t move. And that hesitation was all it took. Aaron’s fist collided with his jaw. The force of the punch sent Zared stumbling backward, his hand instinctively flying to his face. The taste of blood filled his mouth as Aaron advanced on him, his face twisted with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Zared shouted, his voice tinged with both pain and anger. “You don’t get to look at her,

He had always prided himself on being in control, on knowing what to do in any situation. But now, he felt like a failure. He had tried to do the right thing and had only made things worse. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Finally, Clara spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. “Lily, we can’t do this here. Zared’s in surgery, and we don’t know what’s going to happen. Let’s just focus on that for now.” Lily hesitated, her shoulders sagging as the fight drained out of her. She nodded reluctantly, brushing away her tears. Without another word, she turned and walked back to her seat, leaving Aaron standing there, his heart shattered into pieces. As he watched her go, Aaron felt a profound emptiness settle over him. He leaned against the wall, his head hanging low. The sting of her slap still lingered on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. Aaron barely registered the low hum of activity around him in the hospital corridor. The