.Angela’s POVI stood by the window, staring blankly out at the sunset, my chest tight with bitterness. Lyra. My sweet, quiet twin sister had taken everything from me, my dreams, my man, my life. Kurtis was supposed to be mine. He *was* mine. Until she showed up, pretending to be innocent, stealing him right from under me. My hands balled into fists at my sides as the memories flooded back, the way I’d asked her to break up with him for me, to pretend to be me. I thought she was doing me a favor back then, a simple task to spare me the confrontation. But now I know better. She hadn’t just helped me end things with Kurtis. She had taken advantage of it, swooping in to claim what was mine the whole time.A wave of regret surged through me. I should’ve never let her go. I should’ve never given her the chance to ruin everything. “Why did I let her walk away?” The thought gnawed at me, but I quickly pushed it aside, burying it beneath my anger. Regret was for the weak, and I refused to be
Lyra’s POVI sat beside Kurtis on the plush sofa, his warmth radiating through the small space between us, but my mind was miles away. Thoughts of James circled relentlessly, and despite Kurtis’s reassuring presence, I couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind. James would never let this wedding happen without some kind of fight. He was obsessed with control, Angela may have betrayed me, but James? He was a different kind of threat. A more dangerous one.I stole a glance at Kurtis, his strong profile illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace, and my heart swelled with love. He looked so calm, so certain about our future, and for a moment, I envied him. How could he be so sure? Couldn’t he see the storm that was brewing?“Hey,” Kurtis’s voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. His hand found mine, the simple touch grounding me, but I could tell from the way his thumb softly brushed against my knuckles that he knew something was bothering me. “What’s going on in tha
Lyra’s POVTwo weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. The wedding was set, and everything was falling into place. My dress was perfect, the venue looked like a dream, and today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Kurtis had reassured me over and over that nothing would stand in our way. Not James. Not anyone. But as I stood in the bridal suite, my heart racing in anticipation, a sense of unease gnawed at me. Something felt off. It wasn’t just the nerves, it was something else. The kind of tension that clung to the air just before a storm. Then, the knock came.My hands stilled as I turned toward the door. The hair on the back of my neck prickled. Kurtis’s voice came through the door.“Baby girl? Can you come downstairs?”The urgency in his voice made my stomach flip. I rushed to the door, still in my robe, heart pounding in my chest. When I opened it, the look on Kurtis’s face confirmed my worst fears. “What is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wr
Lyra’s POVThe beeping of the machines was the only sound in the room. The steady rhythm of James’s heartbeat echoed through the sterile hospital walls, but he was barely there, his body lying lifeless, connected to wires and tubes that were keeping him breathing. I stood at the foot of the bed, my wedding gown now crumpled and stained, looking so out of place in this cold, white room. I felt frozen, my hands clenched tightly in front of me. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me so heavily I could hardly breathe.James was alive, but just barely. The doctors had said it was touch-and-go. The blow to his head had caused a severe concussion, and his body wasn’t responding the way it should. Every breath he took sounded like it was borrowed time.I should have been relieved. Relieved that he was still here, still breathing. But all I felt was guilt. Guilt that he was lying there because of me. Because of my choice to move on with my life.“It’s your fault,” a sha
Lyra’s POVThe cold, sterile scent of the hospital hung in the air as I stood at the edge of James’s bed, my fingers trembling slightly. My heart was pounding against my ribs, but I tried to stay calm. I had to stay calm. Alice’s words still echoed in my mind like a bitter slap, but I couldn't let them consume me. Not now. Not when everything felt so fragile.I was lost in my thoughts when the door creaked open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in. The tension in the room grew thicker as both Alice and I turned to face him.“Doctor,” I blurted out before Alice could say anything, stepping forward. My voice was desperate, even though I tried to keep it steady. “Please… is James going to be okay? Tell me he’s going to wake up. He *has* to wake up.”The doctor gave me a somber look, and my stomach dropped. His face was unreadable, yet the disappointment in his eyes told me that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be good.“I understand your concern,” the doctor began, looking
Lyra's POVI stood there frozen as Alice’s words echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. The air in the hospital room felt suffocating, thick with tension and fear. I could barely breathe, and my thoughts were spinning in a whirlwind of guilt, confusion, and sorrow. James lay there, still as stone, while the machines beeped rhythmically, a cruel reminder that his life now hung by a thread.I glanced at James one last time, feeling a pang of regret that burned deep inside. But before I could say anything, Alice stormed back into the room, her eyes flashing with anger, her voice cold and unyielding."You," she snarled, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Get out. I don’t ever want to see you near my brother again."I blinked in shock, taking a step back. "Alice, I""Leave!" she screamed, her voice filled with fury. "You’ve done enough damage, Lyra. My brother is in this state because of you. If you have any shred of decency left, you’ll leave this hospital and never co
Lyra’s POV“No, Kurtis, I’m not leaving. I can’t,” I said, my voice firm even as my heart twisted in knots. The sterile hospital hallway felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights harsh against the anxiety gnawing at me. I couldn’t focus on anything except James, lying unconscious in that bed. The man who had once been a huge part of my life was now on the brink of death, and I couldn’t just walk away.Kurtis turned to me, his eyes narrowing as frustration and jealousy flickered across his face. “What do you mean, you “can’t” leave?” His voice was low, tight, like he was trying to keep his anger from spilling over. He took a step closer, towering over me, his presence both comforting and intimidating. “You’re staying here… for “him”?”His words were a dagger, sharp and cutting. I flinched, but I didn’t back down. “James is my friend,” I said softly, though my heart was pounding now. “I can’t just walk away when he’s lying there, fighting for his life. I need to know he’s going to be oka
Lyra’s POVI stood frozen, watching Kurtis walk away, each step he took like a knife to my heart. My legs felt like lead; I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway grew fainter, and with it, my hope crumbled. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over as I collapsed onto the cold, hard hospital bench.My body trembled with sobs, my breath catching in my throat as the weight of everything crashed down on me. I tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming, unstoppable like a storm that had been building for far too long. Why was everything falling apart?I stared at the ring on my finger, the small, delicate band that Kurtis had given me, a promise of forever. It sparkled under the hospital’s harsh lights, mocking me with memories of the life we had started to build. I remember the night he gave it to me, how we’d laughed, tangled in each other’s arms, so full of love and hope for the future. Now, it all seemed like a distant dream.Jame