Angela POVI tried, I did. After that night, I decided to give Alex the attention he was craving. We started spending more time together, doing all the things couples do when they’re trying to make it work. We went out for dinner, watched movies, and even took a weekend trip to the coast. On the surface, everything seemed fine. We laughed, we kissed, we held each other close, but deep down, something was missing.As the days passed, the unease in my chest grew stronger, gnawing at me like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave. It wasn’t just a fleeting feeling anymore; it was a constant presence, shadowing my every thought and action. I found myself overanalyzing every interaction with Alex, searching for the connection we once had, but it always seemed just out of reach. I’d smile when he cracked a joke, but the laughter felt hollow, echoing in the empty spaces between us.Every time he reached out to hold my hand or kiss my cheek, I felt a slight hesitation, a flicker of doubt tha
Angela POV But every word felt like a stab to my heart. I wasn’t great. I wasn’t fine.“Angela, are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” Lyra asked, sensing the tension. “I know it’s complicated, but you’ve been through so much lately. I don’t want this to hurt you more.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Of course, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” The lie came out so easily, but the pain underneath it was undeniable."Because I know you, Angela," she said softly. "I know when you're hurting, even if you try to hide it. I just don't want to be the reason you’re unhappy."Her words hit hard because they were true. I was in pain and had been for a long time, trapped in a relationship with Alex that felt more like a prison than a partnership. Seeing her happiness only made it worse. She had done so much for me, pretending to be me, lying to Kurtis, yet here I was, stuck with Alex while she lived the life I walked away from.."It’s not about you, Lyra," I said, my voice quieter now, almo
Lyra’s POVThe phone call with Angela left a heavy weight on my chest, one that I couldn’t shake off no matter how hard I tried. As much as I was thrilled with how things were going with Kurtis, hearing my twin’s pain was like a cold splash of reality. I could feel her misery through the phone, her words laced with so much sadness that it seeped into my own happiness.Kurtis noticed my silence as I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in my thoughts. His warm hand slid over mine, pulling me back to reality. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle yet firm, like he wasn’t going to let me brush it off. Every time he called me that, I felt so loved, but right now, the weight of Angela’s words still hung heavy on my heart.“It’s Angela,” I whispered, still processing everything she’d said. “She’s... she’s really unhappy, Kurtis. She’s stuck with Alex, a guy she met and fell off heel for him but now she feels trapped. I don’t know what to do to help her.”Kurtis frowned, his thum
Kurtis’s POVLyra’s trembling breath warmed my chest, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Her concern for Angela was eating away at her, and as much as I wanted to be patient, the thought of losing what we had over her sister’s problems made my blood boil.I held her tighter, trying to push away the frustration that threatened to overwhelm me. She was everything to me, and the idea that our happiness could be tainted by someone else’s misery was infuriating. I needed to make her see that our relationship was worth fighting for, even if it meant being a little selfish.“Lyra,” I murmured against her hair, my voice low and filled with a raw edge of desperation, “I love how much you care about your sister, but you can’t let her problems consume you. We have something real, something special, and I won’t let anything, or anyone, oioooodestroy that.”She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I just don’t know how to let go, Kurtis,” she whispered, h
Angela's POVI threw my phone across the room, watching it clatter against the wall before it finally settled on the floor. How could I have been so blind? How could I let my twin take what should have been mine? Lyra was always the quiet one, the one who lived in the shadows, content with whatever scraps life tossed her way. But now, she's the one living my life. Kurtis should have been mine, he was mine before I let him slip through my fingers. And now, he's hers.I couldn't sleep a wink all night, my thoughts racing, my anger simmering just below the surface. How had I let this happen? My twin, my other half, was living the life I was supposed to have. I could see them now, laughing together, Kurtis looking at her the way he used to look at me. It was a nightmare, but the worst part was that it was real.When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I forced myself out of bed. There was no point in lying there, drowning in my misery. If I couldn’t sleep, I could at leas
Angela POVI arrived at the office, my mood blacker than the clouds that loomed overhead. As soon as I stepped through the doors, the buzzing energy of the place hit me like a brick. Phones ringing, people chatting, the clatter of keyboards, it was all so suffocating. But instead of making me retreat, it only fueled my anger.My assistant, Jenna, was the first to greet me. She was young, eager, and always trying to please. Normally, I could tolerate her sunny disposition, but today it grated on my last nerve."Good morning, Ms. Angela! I have your schedule for the day""Don't bother," I snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. The shock on her face did nothing to soften my tone. "Just handle it. I don't want to hear about it."Jenna blinked, clearly taken aback, but she quickly composed herself. "Of course, Ms. Angela. I'll take care of everything."I brushed past her without another word, heading straight for my office. As I walked, I could feel the eyes of my coworkers on me, sensing
Angela POV I could feel the tension in my chest like a vice, squeezing tighter with every breath. Kurtis's words lingered in my mind, stirring up emotions I wasn't ready to face. How dare he speak to me like that? How dare he suggest that this was my fault? My life was falling apart, and he had the nerve to lecture me?I was about to lash out, to tell him exactly what I thought of his self-righteous attitude, when the barista called out, "Your coffee, miss."I grabbed the cup without even looking at her, my hand trembling with barely contained rage. "Kurtis, if you think for one second that you can"But before I could finish, I heard a voice behind me. "Angela?"I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. I turned slowly, dreading what I might see, and there he was, Alex, standing just a few feet away, his eyes wide with confusion and hurt."What are you doing here?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.He looked down at the coffee in my hand and then back at me, his expressi
Angela POVI couldn’t move. The moment Alex turned and walked away, it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me, leaving me stranded in some strange, desolate place. My chest tightened as I watched him go, the image of his broken expression burned into my mind. The anger that had driven me seconds ago began to dissipate, replaced by a gnawing sense of regret and fear. What had I just done?My hand trembled as I took a sip of the coffee, the liquid bitter on my tongue. I didn’t even want it, but I needed something to focus on, anything to stop the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I looked around, realizing I was still standing in the middle of the busy coffee shop. The sounds of life, laughter, conversation, and the hiss of the espresso machine felt distant, like I was underwater, cut off from everything.My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over. The look in Alex’s eyes when I told him I didn’t know if I ever loved him. It was the truth, at least, that’s wha