Trigger Warning: This chapter contains themes of depression and suicide. Reader discretion is advised. ~~~Lyra started to cry when she got back to her room. She knew Dante's anger was justified and that he had every right to be angry, but she had no choice but to react the way she did. She slumped on the bed and brought out her phone to dial Aria's number, but her number was not reachable. After that, she did not bother to dial it anymore. The last time she spoke with her friend, Aria had made a series of complaints about her mother's failing health. Perhaps that was why she had been reclusive for some time; it was better to let her be instead of plaguing her with her problems.Later that night, Lyra lay curled up on her bed with the screen of her phone to her face. She spent a long number of minutes scrolling through many familiar pages on social media. But she stopped when the picture of Felix and his fiance popped up on the screen; it kept her glued to one spot. The caption on t
Some minutes after the ambulance sped into the hospital facility with the injured body of Lyra, an immediate frenzy ensued. The attending doctors were running about in there, with their supporting nurses trailing behind them to the ward.The man who had made the emergency call sat in one corner of the waiting room with his knees drawn up. He was praying silently for Lyra, wishing for her to be okay. He looked so disturbed that he could barely look upwards throughout the first 10 minutes they arrived. He could barely even answer the phone vibrating continuously in his pocket.After some moments of waiting in suspense, one of the doctors rushed out again from the ward and trudged towards the man. Finally, the man readjusted himself and looked up with expectant eyes."So how is the girl doctor?" He asked as soon as the physician was close enough."She needs surgery." The doctor replied sharply, and his voice appeared to have gone hoarse from shouting out instructions to the orderlies b
Dante woke up the following morning and dressed to prepare for work. He straightened his tie and grabbed his suitcase, hurrying down the stairs the moment he was set.Downstairs, when he walked past the dining area with the door that opened into the kitchen right behind it, he bowed his head as the space suddenly evoked memories of Lyra.He could not help but remember the vivid routines of the recent past—how Lyra would always pack and set his lunch bag aside before his office time. How she would greet and differ from him, her little innocent smile, and her naive gestures.Dante exhaled. He did not need anyone to tell him that he had begun to miss Lyra, but then again, one had to consider why she had to leave. Her lies—there was no way one could trust someone like that."Never." He thought aloud, shaking his head repeatedly, as he finally made his way to leave.Dante arrived at his office less than an hour later. As soon as he erupted from the private elevator that opened directly i
Dante's jaw hung loose as he read through the shocking findings on Felix, particularly his medical information, which showed that the man was seriously ill at some point."Does it mean Lyra did all she did to save him?"He reasoned uneasily with his head aching as he tried to grapple with the possibility of such a scenerio and what it would mean for him."He remarried? Could he have betrayed her?" He murmured in deep thought.Exhaling and narrowing his eyes as he tried remembering again how tensed Lyra had looked on that day of Felix's engagement—her weird gestures and thoughtful silences.He shook his head and leaned towards the wall to unplug Lyra's phone from the socket. He pressed the power key with his thumb to switch it on; it came on, but the screen seemed to have been locked with a password."Aggh!" Dante groaned with a palm on his forehead. Then he grabbed his phone again to call Marcus."I need you to find me a good phone engineer who can unlock a device with all the previou
"Good morning to you Mr Dante." Felix greeted cheerfully, flashing an even more happy smile as he turned around to face Dante."Morning Mr. Felix please have a seat." Dante gestured as he tried to maintain his composure and keep a straight face, choosing to momentarily ignore the weight of the discovery he just made about the face standing before him."Thank you," Felix responded in the same jovial manner before stooping to take his seat.“So nice to meet up with you this early, at your office...I heard it's always so tight." Felix remarked, still sounding quite light-hearted. His energy was intrusively and unapologetically jocular so Dante knew he would have to employ double effort in keeping his calm and staying professional. In the preceding minutes, their conversation took on a more formal tone as they delved into the contract negotiations immediately. A large chunk of the first few minutes was spent by Dante questioning Felix's trustworthiness and experience.From questions l
Four years laterLyra was sitting in the driver's seat of one of her Ford F-series supercars with Sarah, her business associate, in the passenger's seat. Behind them, a blue Sienna carrying all five major members of her administrative team had just reversed in the opposite direction, heading back to their respective homes.They had actually just closed from Lyra's office headquarters, where she had just delivered a farewell message to her workers as she prepared to embark on a relatively long journey out of this beautiful city of Crestview, the same city that had changed her life and business drastically.Talking about change, a lot has really changed about Lyra after all these years. So much has happened in her life and career after all the setbacks, betrayal, and disappointment that had almost crushed her over the past four years, but she has survived against all odds.Now Lyra was at the helm of her thriving fashion empire, "Elysium Couture," as it was called.An exquisite fashion
Dante stood inside the closing elevator, watching the lady with the luggage who was just about to get in earlier. He wore a slightly offended expression after she waved at him without looking, indicating that he could go on without her. Her back was now turned against him, with a phone placed against her ears."What is she feeling like?"He thought with a pained, pissed-off face.He had just returned from work and had decided to spend the night at this secretly rented apartment as usual. An apartment none of his family members knew he owned. He had decided to secure it after the disturbances from his grandmother regarding the good old marriage topic. And her disturbances were beginning to get out of hand. Grandmother had even, at one point in the past, sent one of her friend's granddaughters to his house. That was the deal-breaker for him; he had decided to secure some private haven unknown to all of them in the meantime to keep his sanity.Now here he was, after a really long day.
Lyra proceeded into the elevator after the call. It ascended, and after a few minutes, it stopped again and opened into the entrance of floor 6A, where her new apartment was located.She stepped out and cautiously located the door to her room by reading the tags above each door. She finally found it at the end of the hallway. She stood in front of the door and punched in the four-digit code to gain access. Immediately after that, the door creaked open.Lyra smiled the moment she entered. Her eyes took a slow, satisfied scan of the living room. It was exactly like her old room back in Crestview.It was an expansive square room with two large parallel windows covered with thick brown curtains. The color of the carpet and the ceiling were the same cream color, like the one she had back home. The cabinet was filled with drinks, and a moderate-sized flat-screen TV was lodged on the central wall."Welcome home Lyra." She smiled again.The familiar look of the room was why she had picked i