Three years ago, Angela was saved by Lyle in an accident, and the two quickly developed a relationship and moved in together. However, Lyle's adopted sister, Fiona, frequently interferes in their lives, and Lyle always prioritizes Fiona's needs, causing Angela to feel neglected and suspect that they are more than just siblings. On her birthday, Angela plans to propose to Lyle, but Fiona interrupts again, causing Angela to lose control of her emotions and suffer an accidental miscarriage. Devastated, Angela decides to break up with him. After the breakup, Angela reunites with her old classmate, Michael, who takes great care of her. Just then, however, she discovers that Lyle knows about her miscarriage.
View MoreMichael's POVAngela moves through the crowd with a grace that turns heads wherever she goes. The navy gown she’s wearing fits her perfectly, the shimmer of the fabric catching the light with every step.It’s not just the dress. It’s the way she carries herself—poised, confident, and warm. Her voice, calm but engaging, floats over the hum of conversation as she speaks with the guests.“She’s incredible, isn’t she?”I glance to my left to see one of the clients I’d been speaking with earlier nodding toward Angela. “A perfect blend of beauty and brains. Hartman’s daughter knows how to make an impression.”“She does,” I agree, a touch of pride in my voice. “She’s one of the most remarkable people I know.”The client raises an eyebrow. “Sounds like you know her well.”“We went to college together,” I explain, keeping my tone neutral. “Angela’s always been impressive. It’s no surprise to me that she’s handling herself so well tonight.”The client chuckles softly before excusing himself, le
Lyle's POVHer words hit me like a punch to the gut.The crowd around us faded, the hum of the gala becoming distant and inconsequential. I stood there, unable to move, my mind reeling from what Angela had just said.I don’t understand why I can’t let this go. Why can’t I stop trying to fix something that’s clearly broken beyond repair?The truth in her voice, the raw honesty of her accusations—it wasn’t just painful. It was shattering.She’s right.I’ve spent so much of my life focused on building my company, climbing higher, and chasing success. All the while, I’d neglected the most important person in my life.Angela had stood by me through everything. She had loved me, supported me, and asked for so little in return. I’d given her even less. I hadn’t seen her, really seen her, until now—when it’s too late.The realization cuts deep.I didn’t value her the way I should have, and now I’m paying the price.Even tonight, I’d tried to help her. She’s living who knows where, and I thoug
Angela's POVI don’t want to hear anything he has to say.I make it three steps back toward the ballroom before Lyle catches my arm again. His grip is firm but not forceful, his expression a mix of frustration and something that looks uncomfortably close to desperation.“Angela,” he says, his voice low but intense. “Please, just listen to me.”I turn to face him, yanking my arm free. “What could you possibly have to say, Lyle? You’ve said enough already.”His jaw tightens, and he exhales slowly, as if trying to steady himself. “I was wrong,” he begins. “I misunderstood you.”I freeze, my chest tightening as I wait for him to continue.“I know I accused you of being… someone you’re not,” he admits, his gaze fixed on me. “I let my assumptions cloud my judgment. I thought you were after my money, that you only stayed because of what I could give you.”I frown, unsure of what to make of it all.“I found out about what my mother did,” he continues, his voice quieter now. “The pressure she
Angela's POVThe ballroom is bathed in a soft, golden glow, chandeliers casting warm light over the crowd of elegantly dressed guests. The sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter fills the air as I move through the sea of people, offering practiced smiles and handshakes.Tonight is a big night. It’s my father’s first public appearance since his recovery, and all eyes are on him. After everything our company has endured recently, his presence is a signal to the world that we’re still standing. As his daughter, I know I’m being watched too.I adjust the hem of my dress, a sleek navy gown that fits perfectly, and lift my chin higher. Every detail tonight matters, from my confident smile to the grace in my movements. This is my chance to support my father and show that the Hartman family is stronger than ever.“Angela, you look radiant tonight,” a familiar voice says as an old associate approaches, his hand extended.“Thank you,” I reply warmly, shaking his hand. “It’s wonderful to
Angela's POVThe aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted garlic wafts through the air as I glance around the cozy Italian restaurant. I smooth the napkin across my lap, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Michael arrives exactly on time, his familiar, easy smile lighting up his face as he spots me at the corner table.“Angela,” he says warmly, pulling out a chair. “This place is great. Did you pick it?”“I did,” I reply, unable to suppress a smile. “It’s one of my favorites. Thank you for coming.”“I wouldn’t miss it,” he says, settling into his seat.As we place our orders, I feel a flutter of anticipation. Tonight is about gratitude—for everything Michael has done for me over the past few weeks, and for helping me find my footing at the firm.Once the waiter leaves, I turn to him, unable to hide my excitement. “I just wanted to say thank you—for everything. These past few days have been incredible. I’ve learned so much already.”Michael raises an eyebrow, his curiosity
Angela's POVThe morning sun streams through the window as I adjust my blazer in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Today is the day—a new chapter, a fresh start.My father is finally home, recovering from weeks of illness. It’s a relief to see him smile again, to watch him slowly regain his strength. Leaving his company wasn’t an easy decision, but we both agreed it was time for me to forge my own path.Michael’s firm is the perfect place to do that.Still, as I step into the sleek office building, my nerves buzz like static electricity. I smooth my hair again, clutching the strap of my bag tighter. The lobby is alive with the hum of phones ringing, conversations overlapping, and the steady rhythm of heels clicking against polished floors.I remind myself why I’m here. I’ve spent years sacrificing my ambitions for other people—for Lyle, for my family. This time, it’s for me.A woman in a tailored navy suit approaches, her posture straight and her gaze sharp. She looks like someone who
Lyle's POVFiona’s tearful face lingers in my mind as I leave my mother’s house the next day. My conversation with her always leave me drained, though I try to push the guilt aside. I knew addressing her behavior would be difficult—it always is—but it needed to happen.Her hostility toward Angela has been glaringly obvious for far too long, and no amount of excuses can justify the harm she’s caused. Fiona’s condition is real, but it doesn’t absolve her of responsibility.In any case, her dependency on me needs to be controlled.As I drive back to my place, the memory of Angela comes rushing back, uninvited. That chance encounter at the restaurant, seeing her dressed up and glowing in a way I hadn’t seen before—it’s like a snapshot burned into my mind.Why does she still haunt me?I grip the wheel tighter, jaw clenched as my thoughts spiral. Angela was affectionate, devoted even, and yet she gave up on me. On us. She walked away, taking everything, including the child we were supposed
Lyle's POVSince the meeting with Angela, my mind hasn’t been at peace. The conversation between her and Fiona keeps playing in my head, unraveling every certainty I once held about my sister.Fiona has always been obedient, thoughtful, and—at least in my eyes—incapable of malice. But the accusations Angela made, especially about colluding with her uncle and causing her father’s illness…It’s unthinkable.Yet, I can’t ignore the nagging doubt that’s taken root. Fiona’s behavior lately has been erratic, even by her standards. If there’s any truth to Angela’s claims, I have to know.I pull into the driveway of my mother’s house, the familiar sight of the place doing little to ease the tension in my chest. As I step inside, the faint sound of the television drifts from the living room, accompanied by Fiona’s soft voice humming along to the music playing in the background.When I enter, she looks up from the couch, her pale face breaking into a tentative smile.“Lyle,” she says warmly, he
Angela's POVLyle’s face is tight with anger, his jaw set in a way I know too well. His gaze pierces through me, sharp and accusatory. I straighten my posture, determined not to cower, but his expression leaves me puzzled.Why does he look so furious?Then it hits me. He thinks I did something to Fiona. Of course, he’d jump to her defense. The thought stings more than I want to admit.“Really,” I say, my voice cold. “You think I’d bully her?”His eyes flicker for a moment, like he might be reconsidering, but he doesn’t say anything.“She’s the one who started it,” I continue, gesturing toward Fiona, who’s standing just behind him. “Do you even care what she said, or are you too busy rushing to her rescue to find out the truth? She said--”Before I can say more, Fiona gasps softly, interrupting the words that are about to come out of my mouth.“Lyle,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. “I don’t feel well…”Her hand clutches her forehead dramatically, and before I can process what’s happ
Angela's POVThe moment Lyle’s phone rang, I knew he’d leave.Lying on the disheveled bed, still catching my breath, I watched him glance at the screen and tense up. It didn’t take long—he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his clothes back on, like nothing had just happened between us.“Who is it?” I ask, though the answer is obvious.“Fiona,” he says, voice clipped. “She’s threatening to kill herself again. I need to go.”Fiona. His adopted sister… but I have to wonder if maybe she’s something more.I sit up, pulling the sheet tighter around me, trying to keep my voice steady. “Lyle, it’s my birthday.” The words feel small, like they hold no weight with him.He doesn’t even turn around, just keeps dressing, his movements sharp and efficient, as if he’s already left in his mind. “I’ll make it up to you later.”I swallow hard. I don’t know why I expect him to stay. “Call her, please, and then let’s go back to bed.”He finally looks at me, but his eyes are cold, distan...
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