Lyra’s POVI couldn’t stop shaking, even as I wiped the tears from my face. My heart still raced, and my mind wouldn’t stop playing Kurtis’s words over and over. How did we even get here? Just days ago, everything seemed so perfect, so solid. Now it felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling.I had to do something. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not to a stupid misunderstanding. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through our messages, scanning all the sweet words we used to say to each other. “Baby girl,” “my love,” “forever mine.” My chest tightened. I wasn’t ready to let go of what we had. I couldn’t. I found his number and pressed call, my hands trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone.It rang once. Twice. Then his deep voice answered, colder than I’d ever heard before. “What do you want, Lyra?”The coldness in his tone knocked the breath out of me. This was the same man who used to call me his everything, who held me like I was his entire world. Now, it was as if I was n
**Lyra’s POV**“You ruined my son’s life.”Kurtis's Father's voice was sharp, like a knife slicing through the tense air. I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest as his words landed like blows. His eyes, cold and unforgiving, bore into me as if I were the cause of all the pain in his family.“I… I didn’t,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted any of this to happen.”He scoffed, stepping forward, his presence towering over me. “Never wanted? Then why did you let it happen, Lyra? Why did you keep running back to James?”“I didn’t run back to him,” I protested, my hands shaking at my sides. “He was my past. I thought we’d moved on. I thought”“You thought wrong,” he cut me off, his voice growing harsher. “You kept him around, and now my son is suffering because of it. You invited scandal into our lives, into our family. The entire world saw what happened at your wedding. Our reputation, our standing, it’s all gone, all because of you and that
Lyra's POV“You’ll stay here. My home is your home now,” Kurtis’s aunt, Amanda, said firmly, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. The warmth in her voice caught me off guard as I sat on the edge of the sofa, clutching a tissue to my tear-streaked face. After the confrontation with Kurtis’s father, Amanda had taken me in without hesitation, insisting I was family now, despite everything.I glanced up at her, my voice trembling. “I can’t impose. You’ve already done so much.”Amanda waved off my words, pulling me into a soft embrace. “Nonsense. You’re not imposing. You belong here, Lyra, and we won’t let anyone push you away.”For a moment, I let myself relax in her embrace, the motherly affection seeping into my bones. It was strange, comforting, even. I hadn’t felt like I truly belonged anywhere in a long time.But the peace didn’t last long. Just as Amanda released me, her daughter Sophie came bounding down the stairs, dressed for school in her uniform. Her face was a mixture o
Kurtis’s POVMy father’s words rang in my ears like a constant, unbearable echo. I stood there, fists clenched, trying to control the fire raging inside me. It felt like every nerve in my body was on edge, ready to snap. He had no right, none at all."She “left” you," he repeated, his voice heavy with disdain. "On your wedding day, Kurtis. In front of everyone,:our family, our friends, important people who hold *respect* for this family.""Don't say that!" I barked, my voice louder than I intended, causing him to pause for a second. "Even if she did, even if she left me, I still love her.”"You let her back into the house? After everything she did to you?" My father's voice hit me again. His words dripped with contempt, each one slicing deeper than the last. I felt a surge of heat rise to my chest. The control I had been barely clinging to snapped, and I turned to face him, my hands already curling into fists."And you threw her out like she was nothing," I spat, unable to hide the ve
Kurtis POVKurtis pushed open the front door, his heart pounding in his chest as he entered his aunt’s house. He knew Lyra was staying here, and every step he took towards her felt heavy, filled with the weight of everything unsaid between them. His mind was a mess, tangled with frustration, confusion, and a raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. He wanted to see her, needed to see her, but he didn’t know how this conversation would go. He wasn’t even sure how it “should” go.As he stepped into the living room, his aunt, her daughter, and his cousin were just finishing clearing the table from dinner. Lyra sat there, her face pale, her eyes wide as she caught sight of him. Her gaze lingered on his for a moment too long before she quickly looked away, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the napkin in front of her."Kurtis," his aunt greeted, smiling warmly. "We were just finishing up. I’ll give you two some space."Her words made the tensi
Lyra's POVThe heat between Kurtis and me was electric, our bodies tangled together as his hands gripped my waist tightly, pressing me against the wall. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my chest, his lips exploring my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I had missed him, missed this, and every kiss, every touch reminded me of how much I craved him.But then the door swung open.A man cleared his throat loudly, cutting through the moment like a cold slap. "Ahem. I hope I’m not interrupting anything here, sir, ma'am."We both froze. Kurtis's lips hovered over mine, his hands still on me, but the spell was broken. Slowly, we turned to face the man, an awkward silence filling the room. My heart was still pounding, not from passion now, but from sheer embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I quickly pulled away from Kurtis, smoothing down my clothes.The man looked at us, clearly uncomfortable, his eyes flicking between Kurtis and me. "I hate to shout," he muttered, g
Kurtis’s POVI slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating through the hallway like the echo of my frustration. My chest was tight, my hands shaking as I stormed down the street, each step pounding against the ground like the thoughts racing through my mind. How did we get here? How did we go from nearly perfect to this, again?I could still feel the heat of Lyra’s skin against mine, the intoxicating pull of her lips just moments ago. I was so close. So damn close to putting a ring on her finger, to making everything official between us. I had the ring in my pocket, burning a hole in my jeans for weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment. That moment was tonight. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how much she still means to me despite everything we've been through. But then **he** walked in. James. The name alone made my blood boil. He didn’t just interrupt us; he ripped apart what should have been one of the best moments of our lives. I had it all planned out.
Lyra's POVThe air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne, but all I could smell was the tension burning through my veins. My heart was pounding, and not from the dance or the music. It was because of him.Kurtis.He wasn’t even in the room, but I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, the memory of his lips against mine from earlier today. The way he had kissed me, claiming me as if I was the only thing that mattered, still left me breathless. But now… now I was stuck here, my thoughts twisted with worry about where things stood between us.My eyes darted around the room, landing on James, who stood too close to me, his body angled toward mine as if trying to shield me from the crowd. He had been hovering all night, his gaze lingering a little too long on my lips, his hand brushing against my waist a little too often. And for some reason, I hadn’t stopped him.But I should have.Because Kurtis was out there somewhere, thinking God knows wha