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
CHAPTER 82SAYGE'S POVI stared at the wedding invitation card with a myriad of emotions. I was feeling so many things at the same time. She was getting married to him? This was it? My heart ached in ways I didn't want it to. Anger was also in the mix. "I think at this point, we should just let her be." Grandma Charlotte uttered her disappointment and sadness. Their eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction. To see what I'd do. "That's an idea." Dad agreed. Anger grew to fury. And the hurt increased to the level of choking pain. Saying nothing, I dropped the card on the table and walked out."Where are you going?" My grandmother wanted to know.But I didn't respond, not because I wanted to ignore her. But because I couldn't open my mouth in that moment. I didn't know what would come from saying anything to my grandmother.I continued my way to the entrance, opting for a drive anywhere. "Hey, Sayge." Claire reached out a hand to me.I sidestepped her, barely seeing her. "Sayge, wh
CHAPTER 81 ZYLIAH'S POV "So what do you propose I do? Leave Fynn and go to live with them? The Williams'?" I asked, though it was a rhetorical question. "I can understand if you do not remember Sayge, the father of your children, but Casper and Waylen? Zyliah, that is the height of it." Disappointment rang loud in Delia's tone. "What lie did Fynn feed you? Where is Sabrina? Did he tell you he married your stepsister and is only after you now because he has realized you are not barren?" It was Natalie's turn to bash me. "It's not true." Too many emotions had my hand shaking, even as I toyed with my ring. "Oh. So we're the liars now, huh?" Delia questioned, meeting my gaze. "I didn't say so. It's just... you know, maybe you guys didn't really understand the way everything happened." For some strange reason, my stomach sank a little. These were my best friends. I wasn't supposed to be having this issue with them. We weren't supposed to be quarreling, and they weren't suppos
CHAPTER 80 ZYLIAH'S POV "Are you sure she'll be happy to see me?" The guy sitting in the passenger seat nervously toyed with the seatbelt he was strapped to. "Definitely." But I wasn't sure she'd be happy to see me. We stepped out of the car and knocked on the door. It opened. "Hello, Miss Zyliah. Come on in. Miss Delia and Miss Natalie are in the living room." One of her maids, who knew me too well, motioned me to enter. "Hi," Jordan greeted the maid politely. She cast a curious smile Jordan's way. "Welcome." It was their arguments that had me realizing how much I'd missed them. My best friends. They didn't even notice my presence yet. "Having fun without me?" I smiled big. They whipped up their heads, surprised to see me. Their gazes instantly shifted to Jordan, taking note of his presence. Natalie screamed, bolted out of the sofa she'd been sitting on, and ran to engulf her boyfriend in a tight hug. It was a moment of happiness and tears. My eyes watered a bit s
CHAPTER 79 ZYLIAH’S POV I stepped out of the car and stood in front of the company. It was all still familiar—the high, state-of-the-art glass building. Trex Corporation was written bold and majestic across the front. "Any problem, my love?" I threw a look over my shoulder. “You’re still here?” I hadn’t even realized he was waiting. "If I'd gone, you’d have heard the roar of my engine zooming off,” he said. "That's true. Won’t you be late for work?” I asked, avoiding talk of me standing outside, too nervous to actually go in. "Not until you go in,” he said, drumming his fingers on the wheel while waiting. Fynn was being extra sweet. Not that he hadn’t been before, but ever since we started living together, he pampered the hell out of me—paying more attention and complimenting me like I was some beauty goddess he couldn’t stop staring at. “Okay,” I said with a small laugh breaking through. He blew me a kiss as I started towards the building, going in. I chuckled and blew one