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 another woman instead.“He’s a cheating scum,” Jodelle con
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 POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic is the first thing I notice as I slowly blink awake. My head feels heavy, and my arms ache faintly, a dull reminder of what brought me here. The ceiling tiles blur in and out of focus as I piece together my surroundings.A hospital room.It comes back to me in fragments: Lyle bringing me here, the urgent conversation about a blood donation, the uncomfortable tug in my veins as I lay still, and finally, darkness.I sit up slowly, glancing around. The room is quiet, empty except for the machines humming softly beside me. There’s no sign of Lyle, which isn’t surprising. My stomach twists involuntarily at the thought, my heart sinking as I imagine where he might be.With Fiona, no doubt.A muffled voice outside the door breaks the silence. I tilt my head, the tone vaguely familiar, though I can’t quite place it. The voice grows clearer, punctuated by a polite chuckle, and I frown as the door creaks open.“Angela?”I blink in disbelief as the
Angela's POVLyle strides across the room, his expression darkening as his eyes lock onto Michael’s hand on my back. Without hesitation, he slips his arm around my shoulder, his grip firm and unmistakably possessive.“Lyle Grayson,” he says coolly, extending his hand to Michael, though his other arm stays anchored around me.Michael retracts his hand from my back, straightens slightly, his polite smile unfaltering. “Michael Sinclair,” he replies, shaking Lyle’s hand firmly.Their words are civil, but the air between them feels charged, a silent competition brewing.“I’ve heard about you,” Michael says, his tone light but deliberate. “CEO of Grayson Enterprises, right? Impressive work in the real estate sector.”Lyle’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And you’re the Sinclair who’s made a name for himself in corporate law. Your reputation precedes you.”The words are polite, but the undertone isn’t lost on me. They’re sizing each other up, as if titles and accolades equate to moral superi
Lyle's POVI still remember the day I met Angela. It’s burned into my memory like an imprint I can’t shake. She wasn’t like the women who usually surrounded me—calculating, polished, and self-serving. No, she was different. Or so I thought.That night, I had just finished an exhausting meeting, my mind still buzzing with business. The collaboration with Hartman had drained a lot of my energy, especially dealing with their boss's brother, Jay—an irresponsible, troublemaking playboy who had completely drained my patience.I rubbed my temples and sighed deeply. Maybe I should take a break, catch my breath, and unwind for once.Perhaps Jay wasn’t entirely useless; at least he knew all the places around here where one could have some fun. He had even recommended a bar to me once, a place not far from my university.After leaving the office, I made my way toward the bar. As I passed through a narrow alley near the university, I suddenly saw a woman backed into a corner by a group of thugs.
Angela's POVLyle’s words echo in the cold, sterile room, sharp and biting. “You were pregnant, then you had an abortion. You killed my child, didn’t you? You killed my child to get rid of me, didn’t you? That was the plan all along—leave me, so you could be with another man.”The accusation slams into me, making it hard to breathe. A crushing weight presses against my chest, every word twisting deeper, each one heavier than the last. I step back, my hand flying to my chest as if I can physically hold my heart together. “How… how could you even say that?” My voice cracks, the disbelief cutting through my anger. “Do you really think I’d do something like that on purpose, just to hurt you?”Lyle’s jaw tightens, and he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Then explain it to me, Angela,” he snaps. “Explain why my child is gone. Make me understand.”I clench my fists, the grief boiling into rage. “You think I wanted this?” My voice rises, and I feel the tension in my muscles, the w
Angela's POVToday was too much. Too many emotions, too many memories, and too many things I never wanted to think about again forcing their way to the surface. I exhale slowly, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to release the tension.“What’s wrong?” Michael asks immediately, his voice low but firm.I sigh and shake my head, forcing a small, tired smile. “Nothing. Just a long day.”Michael doesn’t look convinced. His eyes flick over me, studying every detail—my slightly slumped shoulders, the tightness in my jaw, the way my fingers are gripping the strap of my bag just a little too hard. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but I know him well enough to know that he probably has found something.I slide into the passenger seat, the scent of his cologne familiar, grounding. The door closes with a soft click, sealing us inside. He pulls away from the curb, he glances at me again.“Angela.” His tone is gentle but insistent. “Talk to me.”I stare straight ahead, my fingers tightening i
Lyle's POVFor the first time in months, I finally have Angela close again.Bringing her into my company through work was the most logical move—an excuse to see her, to talk to her, to make her presence in my life normal again. She might not realize it, but every small interaction, every brief glance in the hallways, every meeting where she has to sit across from me—it’s all a step toward pulling her back into my orbit.It should be enough. It should keep me grounded.It’s not.Instead of feeling in control, I feel like I’m losing my mind.Living under the same roof as Angela, knowing she’s only floors away, is nothing short of torture. I tell myself that proximity will dull the ache, that seeing her every day will make the longing fade, but it only amplifies it. The more I see her, the more I crave her.I tell myself I won’t go looking for her. After our explosive argument, we both need time to cool down. Seeking her out is a bad idea.I do it anyway.I rise from my chair and move t
Angela's POVLyle’s apology lingers in the air between us, thick and suffocating. His face, full of remorse, is unreadable, but I know what he’s asking for—forgiveness, a chance to undo the past, to rewrite what’s already been set in stone.I stare at him, my body tense, my mind racing with memories I wish I could erase. “You think an apology changes anything?” My voice comes out sharp, but I don’t care. “You think just because you finally feel guilty, it makes everything better?”His throat bobs as he swallows, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “Angela, I know I—”“No,” I cut him off. “You don’t know. You never knew. You were so caught up in yourself, in your own world, that you never once stopped to think about what I was going through.”His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t argue. He knows it’s true.I take a step toward him, my anger boiling to the surface, my voice trembling as years of hurt pour out. “You had something to do with it.”Lyle’s brows draw together. “What?”“Th
Angela's POVI sit up straighter on the couch, my hands folded tightly in my lap as I brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.“I’m sorry about Fiona,” he begins, his voice low. “I didn’t expect her to show up like that.”I shrug, doing my best to sound unaffected. “It’s not my concern, Lyle. I’m just here for work.”The corner of his mouth twitches, as if my words sting. “I’ll handle it,” he promises.I nod curtly and stand, smoothing the fabric of my blouse. “I’m rested now. I’d like to leave and get back to work.”For a moment, he doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes me pause. Then he speaks again, his voice quieter this time. “Angela… there’s something I need to say. About… what happened. About the miscarriage.”The words hit me like a slap, and I freeze, my heart skipping a beat.“What?” I say, my voice sharp.Lyle’s expression is unreadable, but there’s a heaviness in his eyes I’ve never seen before. “I misunderstood you,” he says, each word del
Lyle's POVThe weight of Angela in my arms feels both grounding and surreal, her unconscious state a constant reminder of how close I came to losing her. The scene from moments ago replays in my mind like a haunting loop—Fiona’s wild eyes, her unrestrained fury, and the way Angela stumbled back against the wall, cornered and vulnerable.For the first time in years, I felt something foreign and overwhelming: panic.I’ve faced high-stakes negotiations, volatile boardroom power plays, even moments when the future of my company teetered on the edge. None of that compares to the sheer terror that gripped me as Fiona lunged toward Angela. The thought of her being hurt—of her slipping away—was unbearable.I glance down at her pale face, her lashes resting delicately against her cheeks. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. It strikes me just how fragile she looks, yet I know she’s anything but. Angela has always been strong—stronger than I ever gave her credit for.The moment I saw her her
Angela's POVFiona’s lunge is so sudden, so full of raw fury, that it takes me a moment to process what’s happening. My instincts kick in too late, and I stumble back, only to feel the unyielding surface of the wall against my shoulders. There’s nowhere to go, and for a heartbeat, I’m frozen.“Fiona, stop!” Lyle’s sharp voice cuts through the chaos, but it doesn’t slow her down.Before she can reach me, Lyle moves like a force of nature, placing himself between us. His broad frame blocks her path completely, and I’m left staring at the back of his suit, my heart pounding in my chest.“Enough!” he snaps, his voice filled with authority.Fiona barely registers his words, her rage blinding her as she struggles against the security guards who step in and grab her arms. She twists and writhes in their grasp, her cries echoing through the room.“Let me go!” she shrieks, her voice wild and frantic. Her carefully composed facade has completely shattered, replaced by something raw and unhinge
Angela's POVThe air feels heavy, as though the room itself is holding its breath. Lyle’s sharp gaze moves between me and Fiona, and I brace myself for what’s coming.He’s going to blame me. He always blames me. The thought lodges in my chest, making it hard to breathe.I start to speak, desperate to defend myself before he draws his own conclusions. “Lyle, I didn’t—”He moves, cutting me off—not toward Fiona, but toward me. His expression is unreadable, and my stomach churns as I try to decipher it.“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice steady but laced with concern.For a moment, I’m too stunned to respond. I search his face for a hint of sarcasm, some edge that suggests this is a trick, but all I see is sincerity.“What?” I manage to say, blinking up at him.“Are you okay?” he repeats, his brow furrowing slightly. His gaze is fixed on mine, and I realize he’s genuinely asking. The knot in my chest loosens slightly, but confusion replaces it.“I—yes,” I reply cautiously, the word hesit
Angela's POV“Looks like you’re doing well. Found yourself a new sugar daddy?”The words stop me in my tracks. Malice drips from every syllable, sharp and cutting, as if they’ve been honed specifically to wound. I don’t need to turn to know who it is.I do. Slowly.Fiona stands a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture all smug confidence. Her tailored dress clings perfectly to her, her carefully styled hair gleaming under the overhead lights. She looks flawless, as always, but the gleam in her eyes is sharper than ever, practically daring me to react.“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice steady despite the way my pulse quickens. “Shouldn’t you be… recuperating?”Her smirk falters, just for a split second, before she tilts her head, recovering quickly. “There’s nothing wrong with me.,” she replies,her tone laced with mockery. “Besides the fact I’m forced to see your face again. Why are you here, anyway?”“I’m here for work,” I answer curtly, gripping the str
Angela's POVThe sunlight feels too cheerful for my mood as I step outside, where Michael is waiting by his car. His tie is slightly loosened, and his sleeves are rolled up just enough to give him that effortless, approachable look that seems to come so naturally to him. He waves when he sees me, a small smile tugging at his lips.“Ready?” he asks as I approach.“I could’ve taken the bus,” I say, though there’s no real conviction in my voice.“I could’ve let you,” he replies with a smirk. “We both know I wouldn’t feel good about that. After you were jumped the other day, this isn’t up for debate. Get in.”I sigh, giving him a look, but I climb into the passenger seat anyway. “You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.”“Just looking out for a friend,” he says lightly as he pulls into traffic.The drive is quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. I fiddle with the strap of my bag, trying not to think too much about where I’m headed.“First day nerves?” Michael a