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
Lyra’s POV“Why did you do it, Lyra?”I sighed, pressing my head back against the seat as if that would silence the question hammering in my mind. “Because I had to,” I whispered. “I had to leave. It was the right thing.”“Was it, though? Was it?”A fresh wave of doubt washed over me. My chest tightened, and I shut my eyes, hoping to block out the surge of pain and regret. “What else was I supposed to do?” I murmured, clenching my fists. “I had to walk away, for him, for me, for everyone. I couldn’t keep hurting the people I love.”“And yet here you are, heartbroken and empty, regretting every step you took out of that door,” my mind countered, a cruel voice that mirrored my thoughts. “If it was the right thing, why does it feel like your heart is being torn apart?”I bit my lip, recalling the moment I left the office, the way I forced myself not to look back at him. “It’s better this way,” I told myself, though the conviction in my voice wavered. “He’ll be okay. Eventually, he’ll for
Lyra’s POV“Aunt Grace, are you home?” I called out, barely holding back the tremble in my voice as I stepped inside. The moment Aunt Grace opened the door, I could barely look her in the eye. Every step inside her house felt heavy, like I was walking further into a confession I couldn’t bring myself to make. Her warm, welcoming smile faltered as she took in my expression, her brow furrowing with instant concern.“Lyra?” she said, her voice filled with the gentle care she always showed. She set aside whatever she’d been working on, her attention solely on me. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”My lips parted, and I tried to answer, but the words stuck, tangled with all the fear and guilt simmering inside me. I took a shaky breath. “Aunt Grace, I don’t… I don’t know where else to go.”She stepped closer, reaching out to steady me. “Come, sit down. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”I allowed her to guide me to the living room couch, the familiar warmth of her home easing some of the tensi
Lyra's POV “You’re back,” Alice’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and precise as a scalpel, the moment I stepped inside. My hand froze on the doorknob as I turned, my stomach tightening. She was waiting for me, poised against the wall, watching like a cat with a cornered mouse.“Did you have a nice heart-to-heart with Aunt Grace?” she continued, her smirk widening as she took in the red stains on my cheeks, the hollow look in my eyes. “Or did you finally realize no one can save you?”My pulse hammered in my chest, anger rising like a flame, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I don’t need saving, Alice. Especially not from you.”She let out a mocking laugh, tilting her head as if she were studying some curious specimen. “Oh, Lyra. How long are you going to keep this up? This pathetic charade that you’re so noble and self-sacrificing? Do you think any of this matters to anyone but you?”Her words stung, sharp, and cutting. Part of me wanted to argue, to defend myself, but the ex
Angela’s POVI wasn’t even sure why I was here, standing in front of James’s study door in the middle of the night. My heart pounded as I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. The question that had kept me awake finally drove me here, demanding an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted. But the uncertainty gnawed at me. Did he still love her?I took a deep breath, trying to muster what little courage I had left, and pushed the door open without knocking. The study was dimly lit, and James sat behind his desk, engrossed in paperwork. His jaw was set, his brow furrowed in that focused way I’d come to know well. When he looked up and saw me, a flicker of surprise crossed his face before he settled back into his chair, watching me carefully.“Angela,” he said, his voice low and composed. “It’s late. What’s going on?”I stepped forward, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to hold steady. I couldn’t turn back now. “I… I need to know something, Jam
Lyra's POV I didn’t hear Angela come in. My world was already spinning as I sat on the edge of my bed, hands clasped tight around the pillow, my heart aching with an emptiness I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. It was supposed to be my life, my choices. Yet here I was, expected to marry a man who loved no one but himself. James had crushed every ounce of my dreams, and all that was left of me was a hollow shell. Why was Angela standing at my door now, looking at me with those cold, unfeeling eyes? The one person who should’ve understood, who should’ve stood by me, was glaring as if I’d stolen everything from her. A part of me wanted to scream, to tell her that I had no choice. That it was her friendship with James that brought me into this web of lies. But instead, my throat was tight, the words trapped as tears slid down my cheeks. Angela stepped further into my room, her heels echoing in the silence, a soft clack that filled the tense air between us. She looked so composed,