Kurtis’s POVI couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. James, baby boo, the audacity of it. My blood boiled as the image replayed in my head, Lyra standing there, looking torn, while that smug asshole casually called her a name only I should be using. The way he looked at her, the way she didn’t immediately push him away, it cut deeper than I wanted to admit.I needed air, space, anything but being near her right now.I walked down the dimly lit street, my fists clenched so tight I could feel my nails digging into my palms. How could she keep something like this from me? First, it was pretending to be Angela when we met, and I’d forgiven that because I fell for *her*, not the mask. But now? Now there was this guy, James, throwing around pet names like they meant something. What else had she been hiding from me?The cold wind slapped my face, but it couldn’t cool the fire burning in my chest. I felt stupid, like a fool for trusting her so blindly. I thought I knew her, thought we were sol
Lyra's POVI stared at the door for what felt like hours after Kurtis walked out. The room was cold and empty, and I couldn’t stop trembling. My heart had shattered the moment he said he needed time. The look on his face, the anger, the hurt… it tore me apart inside.How did everything go so wrong?The bed felt like a prison, holding me in place, suffocating me with thoughts of Kurtis. I knew I’d messed up, and now I was paying the price. I’d tried calling him over and over again, but every time, I was met with silence. Not even a message, nothing. He didn’t want to hear from me. That stung more than anything.“Why did James have to show up like that?”My hands clenched the pillow tighter as I thought about it. I hadn’t seen James in forever, and the last thing I expected was for him to show up in the middle of our getaway, acting like he had a right to disrupt my life.And Kurtis… seeing his face twisted with jealousy and anger, it was too much. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anyt
Kurtis' POVI sat alone in the hotel bar, nursing my drink, staring at the door as if expecting Lyra to walk in and explain everything. My chest felt tight, anger still bubbling beneath the surface, but confusion was starting to take over. I needed answers. I needed to know the truth about James. Why was he here? Why did Lyra look so shaken when she saw him? And why the hell hadn’t she told me anything?The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Angela’s name. What could she want? I hesitated for a moment before answering.“Angela?” I said, my voice gruff.“Kurtis! Hey, how’s the trip going? Are you and Lyra having a good time?” Her voice was light, almost too sweet, like she didn’t know I was on the verge of losing my mind.I clenched my jaw. “You could say that. Until James showed up.”The line went silent for a moment. “James?” she finally asked, her tone sounding surprised, but something about it felt off. “What’s he doing there?”“That’
Kurtis POV I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. My chest was tight, heart pounding like a drum in my ears. The house felt too small, too suffocating. I needed to breathe. I needed to think. But all I could think about was Lyra, standing there with tears in her eyes, swearing up and down that she hadn’t cheated on me. Swearing that she loved me. Yet, Angela’s voice kept playing in my head like a broken record: “She’s been seeing James. They’ve been in love for a while.”I climbed into my car and punched the steering wheel. Hard. The pain shot up my arm, but it barely registered. I was too angry, too confused. Lyra said she loved me, but why hadn’t she told me about James? Why did she let me find out this way, through Angela of all people? The thought of Angela made me frown. I trusted her, or at least I thought I did. But something didn’t sit right about the way she’d told me everything. Like she wanted me to believe the worst.I pulled my p
Kurtis POVI stood there, staring at Lyra as she tried to gather herself. My mind was a mess. Every part of me was torn between wanting to believe her and the poison that Angela had planted in my head.She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on mine, and began speaking. "Kurtis, I dated James before I ever met you. It was before we even crossed paths, back when I was still struggling to figure myself out." Her voice trembled as she spoke, but I didn’t let her words sink in too quickly.I crossed my arms, forcing myself to keep a distance, both physically and emotionally. "And you never thought to tell me this before?" I could feel the anger rising again, but I fought to keep my voice calm. Lyra looked away, swallowing hard. "I wanted to forget about him. I didn’t think he mattered anymore."I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing. "He didn’t matter? Then why was Angela so sure that you two were still in love? What the hell are you hiding, Lyra?"Her gaze shot up, panic flashing across her
KurtisI stood by the window, watching the waves crash against the shore. The same waves that had once made this trip feel like a dream were now just noise to me. Everything felt tainted now, ruined.Lyra was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy from crying all night. I hadn't been able to sleep either, but I was too pissed to care. The anger burned through every other emotion I could have felt."I booked our flight back for tomorrow," I said, my voice cold.Lyra's head snapped up, her voice barely a whisper. "Tomorrow? But... we were supposed to stay for a few more days.""Well, that’s off the table now, isn't it?" I turned around, my arms crossed. "This trip is ruined. There’s no point in dragging it out."Her face crumpled as she stood up, closing the distance between us. "Kurtis, please, don't do this. Don’t let Angela tear us apart.""Angela isn't tearing us apart, Lyra. You did that all by yourself," I spat, my voice harsh. "She just lit the match."Lyra shook her head fur
Kurtis “You ruined everything, Lyra.” My voice was cold, cutting through the tense air between us as I slammed the door shut behind me. Her eyes, already glossy from earlier, widened at the sound of my words, but she didn’t say anything. She just stood there, near the bed, helpless, biting her lip as if that would hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill out. I didn’t care. Not anymore. I stalked toward her, the frustration boiling under my skin. “Do you even understand how bad you screwed this up? The trip, the flight, the lies, everything.”“Kurtis…” Her voice broke, and she reached out for me, but I was in no mood for comfort. Not after everything that had happened.“Don’t,” I snapped, stepping back, dodging her touch like it burned. “Don’t even try. You think you can fix this with an apology? Do you think sorry’s going to make it all magically go away?”Tears welled up in her eyes again, but I was too far gone to care. “I *said* I’m sorry. I’ve been saying it over a
Lyra’s POVI woke up slowly, the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. My body ached most deliciously, the memories of last night still fresh in my mind. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep when I smelled something, something sweet, comforting. My eyes fluttered open fully, and there he was, Kurtis, standing beside the bed, a tray in his hands with breakfast. My heart skipped a beat, seeing him like that, so calm, his face soft in the morning light, as if the storm of our argument had never happened. His eyes, though tired, held a kind of quiet intensity as he watched me wake.“Morning,” his voice was low, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.“You… you made breakfast?” I asked, my voice still raspy from sleep.He nodded, setting the tray down carefully on the bed, close to me. “You didn’t think I’d let you starve, did you?” He raised an eyebrow, but there was something deeper in his eyes. The playful glint wasn’t hidin