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,
Angela POV As I left Lyra’s room, the air felt thick with tension, yet all I could focus on was the burn of her words. “Love? Fairytales?” Lyra had always been naive, but tonight, she’d taken it to a new level. Still, as her last words echoed in my mind, they stung in a way I didn’t care to admit. “Did she think I’d never know happiness?” I shook my head, my heels clicking angrily on the tiled floor. “How could she understand anything about my choices?”I took a sharp turn down the hallway, trying to shake off the strange hollowness her words had left in me. I was used to envy, to competition, to people looking out for themselves. That’s how the world worked. But love? The way she spoke of it, like some precious gem she could just hold in her hand, was infuriating.Just as I stepped outside to the veranda, hoping the cool night air would calm my nerves, I caught a group of people huddled by the grand fountain. Their voices were low, but I caught a name that made me stop in my tracks.
Angela’s POVI sat alone in the silence of my room, my heart racing, knowing I couldn’t escape the storm I’d set in motion. The phone lay heavy in my hand, and I felt the urge to call James back, to scream, to demand answers, to get any shred of remorse from him. But I knew better; it would be met with that twisted satisfaction of his, that smug amusement he never bothered to hide. The things he’d said echoed back to me, and his words refused to let me go.*“You think you’re any different from me?”* he’d sneered.My mind replayed it over and over. His laugh, mocking me. I wanted to escape it, but then… another voice began to invade my thoughts.Alice.I could still hear her voice from when this all began, cool and taunting, twisting the knife in as she threatened me. As if she were here again, taunting me.*“Angela,”* she’d said back then, *“did you think you could keep Lyra safe from all this? She’ll do whatever I tell her to. For you.”*“Alice,” I had whispered, my voice barely ste
Angela’s POVThe decision hit me like a lightning bolt. My guilt had paralyzed me long enough. Lyra wasn’t the weak one here. She was the kind, trusting one, and look where it had gotten her, pushed into a corner, married to a monster. I’d been sitting in the shadows, feeling sorry for myself, haunted by regrets and whispers of what could have been. But that pity was doing nothing for her, nothing for us. No more begging, no more silent tears. If I couldn’t shield her, then I’d do the next best thing, I’d take control.James had made it clear he wanted to see her suffer. His twisted words echoed in my mind, the satisfaction in his voice grating against my every nerve. But he’d made one big mistake: he’d underestimated me. My heart hardened as I replayed every mocking word he’d ever said, every cold laugh from Alice that I’d swallowed down. It all led to this moment.“Enough,” I whispered into the silence as if saying it out loud made it real.I needed leverage, something or someone th