All Chapters of My Cold Husband : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lily hesitated but eventually said, "Did you see how he did it?" She looked up at Aaron. "Did you see how he was found ? Laurent, the pictures on the news, they were so disgusting, he had...you must've seen." "I did." Aaron noticed the disgusted look on her face. He once again recalled how he had done it. How he had screamed like the goat when it is sacrificed, how his eyes went rolling behind showing only the white part. How he had joined his fingerless hands in front of him in order to be forgiven. "Maybe he deserved it...Zared, for what he did, Karma, they say?" She asked. Aaron nodded in response but remained silent. He knew he was betraying her, betraying her trust, taking advantage of the situation she was in, the trust she had at this vulnerable stage of her life. In the quiet of the room, Aaron’s guilt festered, hidden beneath the surface. Lily didn’t need to know the truth-not tonight, and maybe not ever. But that was for him to decide after. Aaron's mind was in t

For one fleeting moment, Lily felt him there-with her, surrounding her, a warmth that would linger in her heart long after she walked away from his home for the last time. "Oh, what have you done Zared." She said aloud. "Why did you have to do it, it was all your fault for turning your fate, why make me suffer by doing this." She sat on the couch with her head in her hands. Clara's home was dim when Lily returned, the faint glow of a lamp spilling light into the hallway. Her steps were slow, almost hesitant, as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Aaron was pacing near the window, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, while Clara sat curled on the edge of the couch, her head snapping up the moment the door creaked. “Lily!” Aaron’s voice cut through the silence as he rushed towards her. “Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried we’ve been?” Clara stood, her eyes wide with concern. “You didn’t answer your phone. We thought… we thought something happ

There she was-sitting on the floor by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her caramel hair was unkempt, strands falling over her pale face. The moonlight washed over her frail figure, making her look even smaller, more fragile. “Lily…” Aaron’s voice was soft, cautious. She didn’t move, didn’t look at him. He stepped inside, his chest aching at the sight of her. Slowly, he lowered himself to sit beside her on the floor, his shoulder barely brushing hers. His heart ached, ached that the man who had caused her nothing but pain is still continuing to do it even after his death and Aaron couldn't do anything about it. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, staring out at the same moonlit view she seemed fixated on. “But I’m here. I’ll always be here. I just want you to know." For a moment, it seemed like she might respond, her lips parting slightly, but then she closed them again, her gaze dropping to her knees, it made Aaron tak

The person who still won't let go, but everything felt heavy-her limbs, her head, even her eyelids. The edges of her sight turned black, her body giving in to the weight of exhaustion, fear, and something she couldn’t quite name. And then: nothing.Lily’s eyelids fluttered open and her gaze unfocused as the dim light of her bedroom filtered through her vision. The soft weight of her blanket was tucked snugly around her. Her caramel hair splayed across the pillow, strands sticking to her damp forehead. For a moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. How did I get here? She turned her head slightly, glancing around the room. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in the muted glow of what seemed to be the street light? The house was unnervingly quiet-no faint hum of Clara’s cooking in the kitchen, no muffled voice of Aaron speaking on the phone in the hallway. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her head throbbi

The call connected, and without waiting for a greeting, Aaron exploded, his voice low but venomous. “Do none of you know how to do your damn jobs? Why does Dad even keep people like you around? Where the hell were you when Lily was nearly kidnapped-and worse, almost died?!” The person on the other end stammered out weak excuses-something about losing sight of her, unexpected circumstances, and other pitiful justifications that only fueled Aaron’s growing anger more and more. “I don’t want to hear your excuses!” Aaron roared, his voice trembling with rage. His knuckles turned white around the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “You had one job! One damn job-to keep her safe. And you failed! Do you understand that? She could have died because of your incompetence. Do you even realize how close she was to-” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as if trying to rein in his fury, but failing miserably. “You’re done. You’re fired. And you make sure you never show your face to m