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Chapter 40: Broken
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You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 40: Broken
At Marina Bay, Tristan still hadn’t spoken. The silence inside the penthouse apartment was absolute—so heavy it felt loud.He stood frozen beside the dining table, his fingers rigid against the smooth plastic of the test strip. Two solid, vivid pink lines stared back at him. Beside them, the tiny pair of hand-knit baby socks rested in the satin-lined box like an anchor sinking straight to the bottom of the ocean.“Tristan?”Bianca’s voice was soft, laced with a delicate, trembling excitement. She stood watching him for several minutes, but his eyes remained completely fixed on the box in his hands.Finally, she stepped closer, sliding her arms around his, resting her chin softly against his shoulder. Her skin was warm; her expensive floral perfume filled the air around them.“You’re quiet,” she whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against the side of his neck. “Say something.”Tristan didn't move. He couldn't.Inside his head, the math simply wasn't adding up. The timing. The
You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 39: Bombs
The daytime air was freezing inside the abandoned sub-basement of St. Agnes Hospital.It didn't smell like antiseptic and clean hospital floors down here; it smelled like damp concrete, rusted iron, and decades of forgotten dust.Above them, the upper floors of St. Agnes were buzzing with doctors, nurses, and patients. But here in the decommissioned 1990s west wing, the world was completely dead. Owen had used a quiet administrative override to clear their entry through a back service bay, allowing Laurent's private security team to slip inside without drawing a single glance from the active medical staff upstairs.Laurent walked half a pace ahead of Lyra, his broad frame shielding her as they navigated the dark, narrow hallway. He didn't touch her, but the heavy, protective heat of his presence was unmistakable.“The infrastructure here was cut from the city grid back in 1998,” Owen whispered, tapping his diagnostic screen as they reached a heavy steel door marked Sub-Level 4 — Archi
You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 38: Intense Tensions
Lyra woke before her alarm with the kind of regret that didn’t feel like regret so much as a sudden, breathless free fall.The laptop was still sitting on the marble counter right where she’d slammed it shut hours ago. Her body remembered everything her pride desperately wanted to edit out—the scorching heat, the raw rasp of his voice through the speakers, and the wild, uninhibited way she’d shown him things she had never planned to reveal to anyone ever again.Lois’s guest room door remained firmly closed. Jet lag, Lyra thought, relieved for the quiet buffer.She showered for much longer than necessary, letting the steaming water burn away the flush still lingering on her skin. She changed three separate times before leaving the apartment, finally settling on an armored outfit: a high-necked, charcoal-gray silk blouse paired with tailored black trousers—pristine, sharp, and completely unreadable.Before slipping out, she scribbled a quick note and left it on the kitchen island:(He
You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 37: Obsessed?
“Well, I’ve always hated the way she treated you,” Lois said, shrugging casually, setting her glass down. “But I would never have guessed that, Lyra. Are you sure? About any of this?”She searched Lyra’s eyes. Lyra had nothing solid to give her — only the mismatch, the threats, and a fear that had started sleeping in her chest.“Well,” Lyra said, standing up from the sofa. “There’s only one way to find out. Get some rest, Lois. It’s late, and I still have to show up at the office tomorrow.”Lois offered a warm smile, stood up, and pulled her into a tight, grounding hug. “I’m going to take a long, hot shower now and try to call my kids.”Lyra nodded softly. Lois walked toward the guest room, pulling the door shut behind her.And Lyra walked back over to the counter and sank onto the high leather stool.She opened her laptop—not to work, not fully—just to stare at the encrypted folder where she had saved the scanned St. Agnes pages. As the screen glowed, her mind drifted to the life gr
You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 36: Just Never Fucking Get Married.
Back at Lyra’s new residence, her best friend, Lois Bennett, arrived like a small natural disaster in heels.She took one sweeping look at the luxurious Helios executive apartment—floor-to-ceiling glass, quiet money, and a skyline view that tried entirely too hard—and let out a long, appreciative whistle.“I didn’t realize a messy divorce was a direct gateway to living lavish,” Lois retorted, making Lyra burst into a genuine laugh as she helped carry her friend's luggage toward the guest room.“So this is what ‘complicated’ looks like,” Lois continued, kicking the door shut with her heel. “I brought wine. Looking at you right now, you look like you need a high-priced lawyer and a priest.”They hugged—tightly, holding on like two people who had been separated by an entire ocean for ages.When they finally pulled apart, Lyra offered a faint, exhausted smile. “I need about three days of sleep.”“You need to talk,” Lois countered, setting the wine bottle down on the marble island. She sca
You Dumped Me, Now Watch Me (The last call) Chapter 35: Feral
At his Marina Bay apartment, Tristan walked in heavy, exhausted, and utterly defeated. He sank onto the sofa like a man carrying the weight of a collapsing world.He tossed his tie furiously onto the hardwood floor and began battling with the buttons of his shirt, tearing at them with raw frustration.“Are you okay?”Bianca’s voice came from the doorway, soft, careful. She moved to sit beside him—“Don’t.”He shoved her back hard enough that she jerked with a sharp sound.“What was that for?!” she gasped, her eyes widening in hurt as she stared into his bloodshot, wild eyes.He didn't offer a single word of apology. Instead, he stood up unsteadily and walked toward the wet bar to pour himself a heavy glass of liquor.“Who is Benson?” His voice dropped into a low, dead octave that echoed coldly through the quiet living room, making Bianca freeze in her tracks, her heart hammering against her ribs.“What...?” she stammered, blinking rapidly. “Why are you asking me that?”“I SAID—” Trista
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