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Penulis: Christie Bassey
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-02 22:56:12

LYSSANDRA

The words are already out there and I can't take them back.

“Love Cade? That would be pretty miserable.” Erden answers coldly.

It is miserable. He's right.

After he tried hitting me, I had really thought all those feelings were gone.

But looking at him on the stage, looking so damned tongue tied, it reminded me of when he first came to us.

When Father took him off the street and adopted him, he'd barely been able to talk.

His father had tried cutting his tongue out, saying something about Cade being the spawn of the devil.

I run a hand through my hair, and my stomach feels tight.

It's funny how life works.

“You're right, it's miserable. I should go.”

Turning away, I try to slide into the car, but his hands close around my arm. “You love Cade?”

I shake my head, avoiding his smouldering eyes. “No. He hit me. Whatever I thought I felt back there, it just wouldn't work.”

“Good, because you don't want to be caught between us, Lys. You're mine. Whatever you think you f
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  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   70.

    LYSSANDRA Chest grits his jaw and finally speaks. “You can meet Meredith twice a week. It will be supervised by her nanny, and if we suspect she knows, the visit will stop at once.” Relief rushed through me so fast that it almost hurts. I not quickly, blinking rapidly to hide my tears. “Thank you.” The Chests nod, but before they can say a word, Meredith’s footsteps fill the room. She walks to Chest and hands him the glasses, then comes running to me. “I found it!” She says, walking straight to me with her palm closed. “I made this for you.” She opens her palm, reacekakng a small rock painted a dark gold color. For a second, I just stare down blankly at that rock. Then I take the rock from her, feeling the rought surface under my fingers. The paint is a deep, burnished gold color that reminds of me Erden’s eyes. It's the exact shade of gold they turned that day in his room when he injected himself with the serum. That day when his control almost snapped. I remember those feral

  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   69.

    LYSSANDRAWhy do they stop and stare at me, waiting for me to take that rope and strangle myself? Because the silence after those words feels like a rope, wrapping around my neck and choking me over and over again.“How long have you known?” I whisper, my eyes fixed on Mr. Chest whose lips flatten with displeasure.“You're saying you knew she was your daughter?” His eyes darken. “Have you been stalking our daughter?” “I wasn't stalking her. It was a coincidence that the man tried kidnapping her. I had only found out she was my child that day.” I try explaining but neither of them look convinced. “We don't believe in coincidences, but this one sounds ridiculous. Fortunately, that isn't why we called you here.” Mrs. Chest sighs, her eyes filling with pity. I can't believe this is happening. I can't even breathe as I wait for them to tell me why they actually called me here. Mrs. Chest’s face is eerily calm, and her husband has his hand folded stiffly across his chest. He sounds icy

  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   68.

    LYSSANDRAI’m still furious.It's not just anger I'm feeling, but deep down inside where I won't even allow myself explore, I'm hurt. I'm hurt that he lied to me, I'm hurt that I stupidly believed him, I'm just hurt. I'm also angry and, I tell myself it’s because of what Erden’s brothers said, because of the audacity of it all, but the truth is uglier. I’m angry because I want to talk to Erden.And that makes me even more disgusted with myself.I grab my phone before I can think twice and dial Meredith’s parents. It’s better to focus on something real, because obviously Erden is as real as a mirage. Mrs. Chest answers on the second ring, her voice as warm as I remember. “Hello? Who is this?” I stop, unsure how to answer. Then I go with tr easiest answer. “Hello, Mrs. Chest. I'm Lyssandra. You called earlier?” “Lyssandra, darling. I'm sorry to have phoned so early.” “Good afternoon,” I manage. “It's perfectly already. I wanted to ask what time would be convenient for me to come b

  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   67.

    ERDENFarouk’s voice still rings in my head when I step out of Lyssandra’s office.Sir, your brothers are in Miss Veyn’s office.I’d been halfway across the city, already irritated after a board meeting that went longer than necessary. I’d driven back as though the hounds of hell were chasing me. Now that I’ve seen her with her face flushed with fury, her chest heaving, her eyes like sharp glass, I wish I’d gotten there sooner to intercept my brothers. She’d thrown a shoe at me, and the second I caught her eyes, I knew whatever they’d told her had hurt her like barbs. That was why I let the shoes hit me though she probably hadn't even expected it to. She had needed a release for all that anger festering inside her. I slam the door behind me, and find Kavev and Aksel waiting for me down the hall, both of them looking like they've just walked out of a bar fight. They're both tense and silent. “Outside,” I bite out, my voice hard enough to make Farouk flinch from beside me. I turn

  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   66.

    LYSSANDRAI can feel both of this eyes dragging over me, waiting to see my reaction, but I don't react. I think I'll suffocate as Aksel’s words keep echoing in my head. She doesn’t remember who you are.I want to laugh, or maybe I want to scream, but mostly, I want to punch my fist through his arrogant mouth. “You're still in my office. I told you to get out!” The words tear from my throat, deadly with rage. Kavev stands slowly, his palms open. “Lyssandra, you have to understand we're not here to fight you.”“No,” I snap. “You don’t get to say that to me. You don’t get to sit your entitled asses on my furniture, and tell me what I can or can’t do with my own sister.”Aksel’s lips flatten with displeasure. “We’re not telling you what you can’t do. We’re telling you what you shouldn’t do.”“Fucking hell,” I bite back. “Do you think that’s supposed to matter to me?”He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his mismatched eyes filled with anger and pity. “You don’t understand what you’r

  • An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge   65.

    LYSSANDRA A part of me wants to scream, another wants to collapse. But Erden’s arms are locked around me. If I collapse, I'll be collapsing into the arms of the man whose father was responsible for the massacre of my family. The irony of it has anger licking down my spine. I swallow, blinking away the last of my tears. “You knew?”“Not then,” he says. “Not until my brother and I had my father cornered. He knew I'd be pissed, and he used it.” “Why would it piss you off?” He leans in, his forehead resting briefly against mine. “Father knew even then that I wanted you. That I would protect you with every fibre of my being. I'm sorry, Lyssandra, you weren’t supposed to burn with them, Lyssandra.”My hands curl in his shirt. “And yet I did,” I whisper. “Just not on the outside like they did.” His thumb brushes the tear still clinging to my chin. “Then let it end tonight.”But I can’t let it end. Not now when I finally have a thread that leads to the truth.Still, when he pulls me ba

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