TYSHA
I was over the moon when Charles handed me that delightful blueberry cheesecake. As he walked away, my taste buds were already dancing in anticipation.
Just as I was about to step into the shop to enjoy my treat, I heard someone call out, "Is that Charles Williams?"
Turning around, I saw Bryse, and instantly, my mood shifted.
Not again. Why does he always show up when I'm trying to enjoy myself?
"What are you doing here, Bryse?" I asked, ignoring his nosy question and trying to keep my tone neutral.
To my surprise, he wasn't alone. Standing beside him, their arms intertwined, was a stunning lady.
Well, isn't this a new development?
I didn’t feel any bitterness though. I already moved on from him. I just pitied the woman he was
RUE After our driving practice, we decided to head to my penthouse for the rest of the day. Since the highway was jam-packed, I offered to drive, and Tysha agreed. I glanced at Tysha enjoying her blueberry cheesecake in the passenger seat. "How's that?" I joked. She grinned and offered me the last bite which I wholeheartedly accepted as I opened my mouth. She kept feeding me as we drove. After finishing her cake, Tysha seemed restless, and I couldn't help but notice she'd been acting a bit more intense lately—more emotional, more fiery, and definitely cuter. I couldn't figure out why. Then, out of the blue, as I was driving, her hand landed on my lap. At first, I tried to play it cool, but I couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves. Little by little, her hand made advantages and moved closer to my bulge. Her touch made me shift in my seat and I gul
TYSHA Ysabell: Hey, Tysha! It’s me again. What do you think about the idea Rue and I were discussing last night? That was the first thing I read on my phone screen as soon as I woke up in Rue’s bed. I had spent the night in Rue’s penthouse due to exhaustion from our activities the day before. When I woke up, he was already up, probably making breakfast. Seeing Ysabell’s message first thing in the morning was not a good way to start my day. What did she mean by the idea she and Rue were talking about last night? Rue and I were preoccupied with each other all night. Does she mean they texted each other right after I fell asleep? I rose from the bed and searched for Rue in his penthouse. When I heard someone cooking in the kitchen, I headed there, only to find him topless while preparing something. His sexy back looked incredibly appealing. If onl
TYSHA As I watched Ysabell's cheerful demeanor and her insistence on intruding into our plans, a knot tightened in my stomach. There was something about her that always set off alarm bells in my mind. Maybe it was the way she effortlessly inserted herself into my life, or perhaps it was the subtle superiority I detected in her tone and actions. Whatever it was, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease whenever she was around. I couldn't help but wonder what her true intentions were. Was she genuinely interested in bonding with us, or did she have ulterior motives? And why did she seem so fixated on me and Rue? Despite her friendly facade, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about her. And as much as I tried to brush it off, a part of me couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that trouble followed wherever she went.
TYSHA As soon as I left the coffee shop, I hailed a taxi to take me away from there. I couldn't bear the attention any longer; it was starting to weigh heavily on me. And the fact that even Rue had raised his voice at me... It was offensive! In moments like that, he should have sided with me, no matter what! But he didn't... and it hurt. It fucking hurt more than the cruel words Ysabell had thrown at me. Feeling certain that Rue would come looking for me, I avoided going home immediately. I switched off my phone to prevent him from tracking my location. Instead, I spent hours at an empty park, where I let myself cry until there were no tears left. For the nth time, Ysabell had succeeded in reducing me to tears. She didn't deserve my tears, but fuck! I couldn't control my emotions lately. And the incident at the coffee shop had shattered my heart into pieces.
RUE As Tysha exited the coffee shop, a wave of panic washed over me. It felt like I was losing her at that very moment. Despite Ysabell's distraught state, I left her behind and went after Tysha. I rushed to her house, hoping to find her there, but she wasn't. I even checked their flower shop, but she wasn't there either. Her phone was switched off, a clear indication that she didn't want to be found. In that moment, it dawned on me that I had messed up big time. I knew I fucked up. Damn it! I searched tirelessly for Tysha, feeling increasingly anxious with each passing hour. I even asked the help of my bodyguard in the search. Returning to her house repeatedly, I couldn't shake the fear that something terrible might have happened to her. The mere thought of it was unbearable, and I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if that were the
TYSHA I heard it. I knew who Rue was talking about. And watching him lie to me was so heartbreaking. As I heard Rue's phone ring, my senses sharpened, and I felt the weight of the bed shift as he got up. With my eyes still closed, I listened intently, pretending to be asleep. But every fiber of my being was alert, tuned into the situation happening around me. Quietly, I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, just before he closed the door, I heard it - the name that confirmed my suspicions: "Ysabell." Time seemed to stand still as I processed what I'd just heard. My mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was clear - I couldn't let this slide. Despite my exhaustion, despite the late hour, I knew I couldn't go back to sleep without confronting him. I waited anxiously for Rue to ret
RUE As soon as I dropped Tysha off at their flower shop, I made my way to the warehouse of my company, preparing for the launch of SlumberLux’s newest furniture collection. Striding through the warehouse, clipboard in hand, I inspected each piece of furniture with a critical eye. “How are we coming along with the setup?” I asked Alice, one of my employees. “Everything's on schedule, Mr. Colterzon. We're just finishing up unloading the last few crates.” I nodded approvingly and continued my inspection. I stopped in front of a large wooden crate and gestured for the workers to open it. With a series of grunts and shuffles, they pried open the crate, revealing a sleek, modern sofa. Stepping forward, I ran my hand along the smooth fabric of the sofa, checking for any imperfections. Satisfied, I nodded to the workers, who care
TYSHA I couldn't believe what just happened. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I trusted Rue, I really did. How could he do this to me? “Tysha! Wait!” Rue tried to chase me but I ran away. I ran as fast as I could, hoping I could run away from what I had seen too. I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again. The shock of seeing Rue with Ysabell, the way they were so close, so intimate. And then, the way he looked at me when he realized I caught him. That guilt in his eyes, it was undeniable. I felt sick to my stomach like everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down. How long has he been lying to me? How many times has he betrayed my trust like this before? “Tysha!” I heard Charles running after me as well. “Please take me away from he