Novels by Onyx Writer

June “Lucas,” I began, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it. “We need to talk.”Lucas was at his desk, his back to me, focused intently on a stack of papers. My heart pounded, my anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. I had reached my breaking point, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn around. Instead, he continued shuffling through the papers with deliberate movements, as if trying to avoid the confrontation. “June, I’m busy right now. Can this wait until later?”“No, it can’t,” I replied firmly, my voice gaining strength. “This can’t wait any longer. I’m tired of feeling like an afterthought in your life.”Finally, Lucas leaned forward in his chair, his dark curly hair catching the light as he met my gaze. His water-coloured eyes were cool, almost detached, and I felt a pang of frustration at his lack of visible concern. “What’s this about? I thought we resolved our issues.”“Resolved?” My frustration boiled over. “Is that

JuneI woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest—a quiet kind of hope that maybe, just maybe, Lucas had remembered. After all, it was my birthday. Even if things between us had been strained lately, surely he wouldn’t forget. There was no way he would. I knew we would get past all of the drama that we've held between us. But as the morning light filtered through the curtains, my phone remained silent. I stared at it for a few minutes, waiting for the familiar buzz of a notification, the simple “Happy birthday” text that would at least acknowledge my existence. Nothing came. A part of me wasn’t surprised. This wasn’t the first time Lucas had neglected to remember. It had become almost normal now and I hated it. I let out a long, heavy breath, pushing down the familiar ache that settled in my chest. I tried calling him once, just to hear his voice, hoping for some small reassurance, but it went straight to voicemail.I scoffed. “No surprise there.” Deep down I expected

JuneI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my dress down for what felt like the hundredth time, wondering if I looked the part of a supportive wife at a business event. Lucas had been vague about the guest list, but I knew how important tonight was for him, so I promised myself to try and blend in. It wasn’t often that I attended his work events; he never invited me. But tonight, I insisted. I felt like just a fool being used only at convience.The door behind me opened, and I caught his reflection in the mirror as he stepped inside, adjusting his tie with his usual smooth, detached demeanor. “You don’t have to force yourself to come tonight,” he said, his voice steady but cold. “This isn’t really your thing. It would be best if you stayed at home.”“I want to be there,” I replied softly, turning to face him. “I want to support you, Lucas.” those words coming from me sounded like i was pleading to stand behind him. Hasn't it been what I have been doing for the longest time. He bar