Lyra's POVI wouldn’t hold myself anymore. I ran out to the house, my heart pounding, feet barely touching the ground as I raced toward the church. It was late, so late that the moon was high and cold, casting pale light across the empty streets. But I didn’t care. I just needed to get to the only place that felt like I could fall apart without the eyes of everyone watching, without the crushing weight of their expectations on my shoulders.As soon as I stepped through the grand doors, a deep, breathless calm swept over me. The world outside was loud, relentless, suffocating. But here, in this dim, quiet sanctuary, I could finally breathe, or at least try to. The flickering candles painted gentle, golden light across the stone walls, the quiet only broken by the sound of my footsteps echoing against the tiles.My knees hit the cold, hard ground beneath the altar, my hands clasping tightly together, fingers digging into each other until my knuckles went white. My breaths were shaky, ra
Kurtis POVI was in the middle of a meeting when my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw Lyra’s name. My heart skipped, like it always did when she called. It was impossible not to smile, but something in me noticed the tone in her message: “We need to talk.”It was just four words, but they left a strange, hollow feeling in my chest. I wrapped up the meeting quickly, calling her back the moment I stepped out. “Lyra,” I said, my voice soft but full of anticipation. “What’s up, babe?”There was a pause, one that went on too long, filling me with dread. “Kurtis,” she said, her voice soft, almost fragile. “I need to see you. Can we meet?”My heart pounded. “Of course. You okay?”“Yes, I… I’ll explain everything in person. Just meet me at the cafe.” —I got there before her, grabbing a table in the corner. My mind was a mess of possibilities, none of them good. The waitress brought over a coffee, but my hands were shaking too much to lift it. It felt like an eternity before I saw her w
Two weeks had passed since I had told Kurtis to stay away from me, and the ache in my heart only grew heavier with each passing day. I thought about him constantly, replaying our last moments together, where everything felt so right until reality shattered it all. The weight of my decision to marry someone else was suffocating, a constant reminder of what I was leaving behind.It was a Friday night, and I found myself at a dinner party with Ella and a group of friends. Laughter filled the air, and music pulsed through the room, but it did little to lift my spirits. I sipped on my drink, trying to immerse myself in the festivities, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Kurtis. I wondered how he was handling everything, if he was still angry with me, or if he missed me too.“Lyra, come on! Let’s dance!” Ella tugged at my arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement.“Okay, okay!” I smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm as we made our way to the dance floor. As I swayed to the music, I caugh
Lyra's POV The morning light seemed cruel, casting everything in sharp clarity, making the reality of last night pierce even deeper. Kurtis’s words echoed in my mind, his gaze, the way he almost kissed me, only to pull back as if something unspoken was holding him back. My heart twisted, and I forced myself to sip my coffee, even as my stomach churned with regret and frustration.Ella stormed into the room, not bothering to knock, her eyes narrowed as she looked me over.“Are you even going to tell me what happened last night?” she demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “I can’t take this silent brooding anymore, Lyra. Either spill or I’m dragging it out of you!”I bit my lip, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks. “Ella, please... it’s complicated.”“Complicated?!” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “What’s complicated is you pretending you don’t want him when you’re practically dying for him. Just say it, Lyra, what happened?”I shook my head, but the words were already pouring
Kurtis’s POVThe phone buzzed, lighting up with her name. My heart took off like it had been waiting, hoping, for this exact moment. Lyra was calling me. The anticipation practically jolted me from the couch, and my hands shook slightly as I answered, trying to sound calm.“Kurtis,” she breathed, and that one word held a weight that only she could give. “Yes?” I kept my voice steady, but inside, my heart was pounding. “What’s going on, Lyra?”“I... I need to see you,” she said, the hesitation laced with something more. “Tonight. At the Lucerne Hotel restaurant.”I could barely contain my excitement, feeling like every second leading to tonight was both agonizing and electrifying. I didn’t know why she wanted to see me, but the way she sounded gave me hope. Something had changed, something big.I spent the next hour trying to decide what to wear, not that it mattered to her – at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I settled on a dark, tailored suit, the one I knew she liked, and
Lyra's POV The moment Angela walked in, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. She didn’t bother to mask the disdain in her eyes, giving me a cold once-over as if I was somehow an inconvenience in her otherwise perfect day.“Well,” she began, folding her arms, her tone laced with mockery. “You’ve got some nerve, Lyra. Showing up at James’s house? I can’t believe you dared to go back there after everything.”I took a breath, trying to keep my composure. “Angela, it’s not what you think”“Oh, please spare me the excuses,” she cut me off, a smug look on her face. “Why were you even there, Lyra? Hoping to get a reaction? Or maybe just desperate enough to crawl back to him now that Kurtis isn’t falling for your act?”Her words stung, but I forced myself to stand tall. “I was there because I needed answers. I was trying to clean up your mess.”“My mess?” She laughed coldly, stepping closer. “You don’t get to put this on me. I asked you to break up with Kurtis, remember? You were supposed to
Kurtis's POVThe moment I walked into the office, something felt… off. Normally, there was this lively hum of activity, casual greetings exchanged, smiles thrown my way. But today? It was like the air had thickened, the usual buzz dulled to a strange hush. Everyone still greeted me, but there was a hesitation in their voices, a shift in their gazes, like they sensed something was wrong and didn’t want to poke the bear.Maybe it was the way I avoided eye contact, how I kept my head down, making a beeline straight for my office without a single word. Not my usual style. Then again, nothing felt usual these days.As I walked past, I felt their eyes on me, polite smiles stretched a bit too thin. There was something in their gazes, a pitying softness that made my skin crawl. Pity was the last thing I wanted.“Morning, Mr. Kurtis,” one of the interns greeted. Her voice was barely above a whisper, almost like she was afraid to speak too loudly.I gave a stiff nod, a half-mumbled response, an
Kurtis's POVThe quiet of my office felt heavier than ever since Lyra left. Her absence lingered like a shadow, filling every corner with memories that seemed to mock me. I barely noticed the office assistant walk in until she announced that Ella, one of Lyra’s closest friends, was here to see me.“Let her in,” I said, forcing a steadiness to my voice I didn’t feel.When Ella entered, she looked around the room and then focused on me with a sympathetic gaze. She didn’t need to say it, I knew why she was here. I clenched my fists, trying to contain the flood of emotions.“Ella,” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me… what is Lyra doing to me?” My tone hardened. “Is this fair?”Ella’s face softened with understanding. “No, Kurtis, it’s not fair,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “But please… don’t blame her. She’s in a tight corner, caught up in something that none of us fully understand. She didn’t want this, Kurtis.”I scoffed, running a frustrated hand through m