Lyle's POVI spot Mark across the café, looking as sharp as ever, with that slight smirk that usually means he’s about to ask something I won’t want to answer. We’ve known each other too long for me to brush him off, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a pain. As soon as I sit down, he’s already studying me with that calculating look.“So,” Mark says, leaning back in his chair, “was helping Angela enough to prove your point, or are you planning something bigger?”I scoff, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s not about Angela,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “I just needed a way to push back against my mother. She’s been sticking her nose into everything, thinking she can control my decisions and the business. Supporting Angela irritates her—and if it keeps her out of my affairs, that’s a win.”Mark raises an eyebrow, looking anything but convinced. “Uh-huh,” he says, his voice full of skepticism. “So, just to be clear, you’re helping out your ex, but it’s purely a play against your mother. Angel
Angela's POVSitting by the window, I feel torn, my mind bouncing from one conflicted thought to another. The soft glow of my phone lights up the room, pulling me back to the present. I glance down, my heart skipping as I read the name on the screen—Lyle. Even now, his name alone brings a surge of emotions that I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with. My thumb hovers over the screen, but after a moment, I let it keep ringing. I don’t need this; I don’t need him disturbing the fragile peace I’ve managed to build.Despite my decision, I can’t shake the question that immediately rises in my mind: Why is he calling me? I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe steadily, reminding myself that this chapter of my life is over, or at least it’s supposed to be. I’d chosen to cut him out, to sever the ties that kept pulling me into his orbit. I don’t want to be dragged back into his games.Hours pass, but Lyle’s call lingers in my mind. I try to focus on other things, anything to distract mysel
Angela's POVArmed with the evidence in hand, I stride into the company building, feeling a mix of fury and resolve. I know confronting Jay is going to be ugly, but I’m past caring. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time he sees that his games won’t go unchallenged. I walk directly to Dad’s office - or Jay’s now, I suppose - office, ignoring the curious glances of employees along the way, and open the door without knocking. Jay is seated behind his desk, barely looking up from his papers as if he doesn’t care about who’s just stormed into his office. “Angela,” he says smoothly, leaning back with a smug expression. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “You know exactly why I’m here,” I reply, my voice icy. I step forward, setting the stack of evidence on his desk with a pointed thud. “Care to explain why you’ve been sharing my father’s condition with Fiona? Don’t bother denying it; I have all the proof right here.” His eyes flicker briefly, but his composure doesn’t falter. He glan
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
Angela's POVThe doctor’s words keep replaying in my head, like a haunting echo. Miscarried. My heart clenches painfully every time I think about it, the weight of the loss crushing me. I didn’t even know I was pregnant. How could I have lost something I didn’t even know I had?Jodelle stays by my side, her presence the only comfort in the sterile hospital room. She’s quiet, but I can see the pain in her eyes, reflecting my own. I want to speak, to ask how this happened, why this happened, but the words refuse to come. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the unbearable emptiness inside me.“I’m so sorry, Ange,” Jodelle says softly, breaking the silence. Her voice is thick with emotion. “I can’t believe Lyle wasn’t here. That scumbag.”Her words cut through my grief like a sharp knife. Lyle. He wasn’t here. He didn’t even know. The man who was supposed to care for me, who said he would always be there—he was with her instead.“He’s a cheating scum,” Jodelle continues, he
Angela's POV“Think it over, Angela. Don’t do anything rash.” Lyle’s voice is calm, too calm, like he thinks I’m overreacting, throwing some childish tantrum. “Come back when you’re thinking clearly.”I’m done thinking. I feel like I’ve been seeing everything clearly for the first time. Without another word, I turn and leave, my footsteps echoing through the quiet house that’s no longer mine. I head straight to Jodelle’s, needing the support only she can give, and by the time I get there, I’m ready to move on.The next morning, I go to work early, my stomach already tight with anxiety. Years ago, I went to law school; graduated and everything, only to give it up for Lyle. Now I’m his damn secretary. I can’t keep holding on to everything that ties me to him. So, I walk straight to his office, my resignation letter in hand.Lyle glances up, his expression immediately annoyed. “Angela, stop with the tantrums. This is getting out of hand.”I keep my voice steady. “This isn’t a tantrum,
Angela's POVToday is my last day at work. Fiona is still at the hospital, and everything has become crystal clear in the following hours.After today, I’ll be free of Lyle, Fiona, and the endless mess they’ve left me tangled in. The office is quiet, my tasks completed, and a strange sense of peace settles over me as I tidy up my desk for the last time. Maybe Lyle and I won’t see each other again after this. Part of me hopes it’s true.I take one last look around the office, the place that had become my prison. Memories flash through my mind: late nights spent waiting for Lyle to finish his calls, the countless hours I sacrificed for a man who never truly valued me. Just as I’m ready to walk out, my bag slung over my shoulder, I feel a rough grip on my arm. I turn, only to see Lyle, his face set in determination. Before I can even react, he pulls me toward his car, his hand firm and unyielding as he drags me outside.My heart pounds, and I dig my heels into the ground, trying to r
Angela's POVI wake to the soft beeping of hospital monitors and the antiseptic scent that always lingers in these places. My head feels heavy, and a dull ache settles in my arm. Bit by bit, the memory of the blood donation comes back to me—Lyle bringing me here, urging me to help Fiona as if it were some duty I owed her. I remember the needle, the slow pull of energy leaving my body, and then… nothing. I must have passed out.I glance around, taking in the small, sterile room. Lyle isn’t here. Of course he isn’t. My heart clenches with a familiar ache that I quickly brush aside. Fiona was always his priority; I was just there for convenience. The emptiness in the room only confirms what I already knew: he’s probably with her, as he always is.A light shuffle by my side catches my attention, and I turn, startled to see a familiar face. “Michael?”Michael Malloy, my college classmate, sits beside me, a gentle smile on his face. His presence surprises me; it’s been years since we las