CHAPTER 88ZYLIAH’S POVI played games with all four of them until nightfall, and only then did I realize Jordan and his brother, Lucas, still hadn’t left.We had dinner, and conversation bubbled around the table, but I wasn’t an active participant. I sat as more of a listener, suddenly too nervous to join in, my ears catching only fragments while my mind drifted.Fynn was married? How could he do this to me?! I thought we had something real between us, something worth holding onto, and discovering he had lied left me even more confused and shattered.And maybe I deserved what had happened to me. Everyone around me had warned me, but I refused to believe, stubbornly clinging to my illusions. Even Dad had been part of the deception. My vision blurred as I struggled with my cutlery, frustration building until it trembled through my hands.Why couldn’t I remember?! It was the only way to end this chaos, the only path back to who I had been before the accident. I had a feeling things migh
CHAPTER 87CLAIRE’S POVI took in greedy gulps of air as I massaged the roughened skin on my neck. How could he do this to me? Almost strangle me to death?Tears burned the back of my throat, pain simmering low in the pit of my stomach. I loved him. I didn’t want to lose him. Things used to be fine between us—didn’t they?"Are you going to remain there on the floor and be pathetic?" I quickly scrambled to my feet, meeting the mocking stare of Grandma Charlotte as she took a few deliberate steps forward. This woman."Cry. Beg. Threaten. Throw every tantrum in the book. My grandson is smart enough to know that there are women worth his time, care, attention, and love. And there are… well, you.”I raged, wishing I could slap her so hard she would crash to the ground, crack her head, and just die. This old bitch was always butting into my business, and I suspected she was the reason Sayge had grown so cold and cruel toward me.“What is wrong with me?” I folded my arms, almost tempted to
CHAPTER 86SAYGE’S POVI didn't go to work today; I had to stay back and be with my kids. But I was currently in my office, working on a very important project, and I had specifically asked not to be disturbed.The kids were fine with the buckets of ice cream and the new toys that arrived two days ago. They were a small but welcome distraction.They had seen the toys online and, of course, begged me to buy them. I knew I was overindulging them, but they were my kids. I couldn't say no—I didn’t have the heart to break theirs.So I’d ordered them. They were the latest action figurines, made in Germany by a well-known German toy company. The owner of that company is a close acquaintance of my dad, and because of that, they arrived in just two days instead of the usual one to two weeks for international delivery.I bought them for a reason: to keep the boys thoroughly occupied until I finished in here.A knock sounded. I hate being disturbed when I’m working—that’s why I usually keep the
CHAPTER 85ZYLIAH’S POVI held my cheek up with my eyes already stung with tears. Sadness. Anger. Shock. Disbelief. Disappointment. All of these emotions swirled violently within me."Husband thief?" My voice quivered as invited guests watched the drama keenly. Some even pulled out their phones to record. God, everything was embarrassing. How was this happening? Sabrina?"What are you doing here, Sabrina?" Fynn's face was deadly; he was ready to beat the hell out of her. Sabrina faced him, her eyes wild and mad. "How can you do this to me, Fynn? I'm your wife, for God's sake!""Wife," I repeated the word in a small voice, and chaos surrounded me. "What the hell are you and your daughter doing?" Dad was yelling at an irate Victoria."Taking what is rightfully hers. Fynn belongs to her, Anthony. How could you be so selfish? You married Sabrina off to Fynn, and now it's Zyliah!" she yelled right back. "You never told me about the marriage, did you? I only received an invitation card
CHAPTER 84 ZYLIAH'S POV I stood before the mirror, giving my reflection a once-over. The white wedding dress fits me perfectly. If wedding dresses alone could determine how happy and radiant a bride should be, then I was immensely both. My thoughts took an opposite turn as my eyes studied my face in the mirror. Lurking in the depths were doubts and sadness. And confusion stemming from not knowing why I had doubts and felt sadness. It's been a little over a month since Sayge had visited my office. He didn't make any attempt to reach me; his words resounded in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to forget them, they stuck. My memory wasn't making any headway. Delia and Natalie had stopped calling, and they didn't pick up mine when I did. It was obviously payback for ignoring them for two months. Payback and disappointment. They were disappointed in me and had decided to keep away. I had no other friends to represent me today; it was pitiful. I had to tell my secretary,
CHAPTER 83 ZYLIAH'S POV His eyes hid the weak part of him. He wanted it so. To pretend to be strong. And I felt for him. Despite my words, I felt for him. He'd come because he was hurt, but I couldn't let him keep throwing words like that in my face without some verbal retaliation. "You don't remember having kids, is that it?" His topaz deepened. Darkened with emotions. "Yes." It was better to stick with truth than maybes or lies. Delia and Natalie had made their choice when they decided to side with him and his family. That still hurt and would forever probably still hurt, but that had put a serious strain on our relationship. They had been truthful, though it had hurt. I still appreciated their honesty...or maybe it just wasn't worth it. Honesty weighed against lifelong friendship was a conflict. "You said your brain is intact," he stated, staring hard beneath his lashes. "I highly doubt that." I was deeply insulted and gritted my teeth. "You have some nerve." "And yo