LOGINLyra's POV "Did you create and distribute these images?""Some of them. Others I encouraged people to share. I had a group chat with about fifteen students where we coordinated harassment. Who would sit near Maya in classes and make comments. Who would accidentally spill things on her. Who would spread rumors about her mental health."The courtroom erupted in shocked murmurs. The judge banged her gavel for order. Walsh continued, her voice hard. "You orchestrated systematic harassment of a former friend. Why?""Because I was scared," I admitted, tears streaming down my face now. "Maya was building a new life at Blackstone. Making new friends, catching the attention of professors and other students. And I was terrified that people would find out what I'd done to her. That they'd see me for what I really was.""Which is?""A bully," I said clearly. "A manipulator. Someone who destroyed her best friend's life out of jealousy and then spent months trying to destroy her again out of fear.
Lyra's POVThe courtroom was smaller than I'd imagined. Less dramatic. Just plain walls, fluorescent lights, and rows of uncomfortable wooden benches filled with people who'd come to watch me confess every terrible thing I'd ever done.My hands were shaking as I sat in the witness box. My lawyer had advised me to plead the Fifth Amendment, to refuse to testify against myself. But I couldn't do that. Not anymore.Because Maya had chosen herself last night at the chapel. She'd walked away from three men who loved her to focus on her own healing and growth. And if she could be that brave, then I could at least be honest.The prosecutor, a stern woman named Jennifer Walsh, approached with a folder full of evidence. She gave me a reassuring nod before beginning."Ms. Brooks, please state your full name for the record.""Lyra Elizabeth Brooks," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Speak up, please," the judge instructed.I cleared my throat. "Lyra Elizabeth Brooks.""Ms. Brooks, you're
Maya'sPOV"I'm not done," I said gently. "But I'm choosing to prioritize my own growth and healing. And if any of you really love me, you'll understand why that's necessary.""How long?" Jaxon asked, his voice breaking. "How long until you're ready to consider us again?""I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe a semester. Maybe a year. Maybe never. I can't promise you a timeline because that would just be another form of waiting instead of living."Ronan nodded slowly. "You're right. This is the right choice, even though it hurts.""It does hurt," I agreed, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Because I care about all of you. But caring about you doesn't mean I should sacrifice my own development to be what you need."I wiped my tears away. "Jaxon, I hope you take this time to rebuild your relationship with your father, or at least figure out your own identity outside of being someone's son or someone's boyfriend. You're more than your sacrifices."Jaxon nodded, unable to speak."Ronan, I hope
Maya's POV "Ronan, you resigned from your position today. You gave up your career, your reputation, everything you worked for. For me.""For myself," Ronan corrected quietly. "I chose to live authentically instead of safely.""But would you have made that choice if I didn't exist?" I asked. "Would you have resigned from Blackstone and chosen uncertainty over security if you weren't in love with me?"Ronan hesitated, and that hesitation told me everything."You made a brave choice," I continued. "But I don't want to be the reason someone restructures their entire life. Because what happens if we don't work out? What happens if the reality of us doesn't match the fantasy you've built?""Maya, every relationship is a risk..""But not every relationship starts with one person giving up everything," I interrupted. "Ronan, you romanticize me. You see me as this catalyst for change, this hurricane that disrupted your safe existence. But I'm just a person. A messy, complicated, still-figurin
Maya's POVThe sunset painted the chapel in shades of gold and rose as I approached. My hands were shaking. My heart was racing. And my mind was spinning with everything that had happened over the past few months.Victoria was gone, expelled and facing legal charges. The Sterling family's threats had crumbled when seventeen different video recordings proved their daughter had staged everything. Dean Matthews had quietly resigned after the leaked files exposed his corruption. And my name, my reputation, was finally clear.I should have felt relieved. Victorious, even. Instead, I felt terrified. Because now that the chaos had settled, I had to face the choice I'd been avoiding. The choice between three men who had all fought for me in different ways. The choice that would define not just my romantic future, but the kind of person I wanted to be.Jaxon was already waiting at the chapel steps, his expression serious. Twenty feet away, Ronan stood beneath an oak tree. And further back, nea
Ronan's POV "Today," I said. "This afternoon. I'm meeting with Chancellor Morrison at two. I'm going to thank her for restoring my reputation, then tell her I'm stepping down.""And then what?" Maya asked."Then I figure out what comes next," I said. "Maybe I will write the book I've been planning for years. Maybe I will start a private practice. Maybe I will teach online courses. I don't know yet. But I know I won't regret choosing to be honest about how I feel."Maya stood up, and for a moment I thought she was going to leave without another word.Instead, she walked around the table and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, feeling her heart beating against my chest."You're either the bravest person I know or the most foolish," she whispered."Can't I be both?" I asked.She laughed, pulling back to look at me. "I need to figure out what I want. Not what everyone else wants for me, not what's easiest or safest, but what I actually want. I'







