The Wrong Twin's Kiss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Lyra's POVI wouldn’t hold myself anymore. I ran out to the house, my heart pounding, feet barely touching the ground as I raced toward the church. It was late, so late that the moon was high and cold, casting pale light across the empty streets. But I didn’t care. I just needed to get to the only place that felt like I could fall apart without the eyes of everyone watching, without the crushing weight of their expectations on my shoulders.As soon as I stepped through the grand doors, a deep, breathless calm swept over me. The world outside was loud, relentless, suffocating. But here, in this dim, quiet sanctuary, I could finally breathe, or at least try to. The flickering candles painted gentle, golden light across the stone walls, the quiet only broken by the sound of my footsteps echoing against the tiles.My knees hit the cold, hard ground beneath the altar, my hands clasping tightly together, fingers digging into each other until my knuckles went white. My breaths were shaky, ra

Two weeks had passed since I had told Kurtis to stay away from me, and the ache in my heart only grew heavier with each passing day. I thought about him constantly, replaying our last moments together, where everything felt so right until reality shattered it all. The weight of my decision to marry someone else was suffocating, a constant reminder of what I was leaving behind.It was a Friday night, and I found myself at a dinner party with Ella and a group of friends. Laughter filled the air, and music pulsed through the room, but it did little to lift my spirits. I sipped on my drink, trying to immerse myself in the festivities, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Kurtis. I wondered how he was handling everything, if he was still angry with me, or if he missed me too.“Lyra, come on! Let’s dance!” Ella tugged at my arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement.“Okay, okay!” I smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm as we made our way to the dance floor. As I swayed to the music, I caugh

Kurtis’s POVThe phone buzzed, lighting up with her name. My heart took off like it had been waiting, hoping, for this exact moment. Lyra was calling me. The anticipation practically jolted me from the couch, and my hands shook slightly as I answered, trying to sound calm.“Kurtis,” she breathed, and that one word held a weight that only she could give. “Yes?” I kept my voice steady, but inside, my heart was pounding. “What’s going on, Lyra?”“I... I need to see you,” she said, the hesitation laced with something more. “Tonight. At the Lucerne Hotel restaurant.”I could barely contain my excitement, feeling like every second leading to tonight was both agonizing and electrifying. I didn’t know why she wanted to see me, but the way she sounded gave me hope. Something had changed, something big.I spent the next hour trying to decide what to wear, not that it mattered to her – at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I settled on a dark, tailored suit, the one I knew she liked, and

Kurtis's POVThe moment I walked into the office, something felt… off. Normally, there was this lively hum of activity, casual greetings exchanged, smiles thrown my way. But today? It was like the air had thickened, the usual buzz dulled to a strange hush. Everyone still greeted me, but there was a hesitation in their voices, a shift in their gazes, like they sensed something was wrong and didn’t want to poke the bear.Maybe it was the way I avoided eye contact, how I kept my head down, making a beeline straight for my office without a single word. Not my usual style. Then again, nothing felt usual these days.As I walked past, I felt their eyes on me, polite smiles stretched a bit too thin. There was something in their gazes, a pitying softness that made my skin crawl. Pity was the last thing I wanted.“Morning, Mr. Kurtis,” one of the interns greeted. Her voice was barely above a whisper, almost like she was afraid to speak too loudly.I gave a stiff nod, a half-mumbled response, an

Lyra’s POV“Why did you do it, Lyra?”I sighed, pressing my head back against the seat as if that would silence the question hammering in my mind. “Because I had to,” I whispered. “I had to leave. It was the right thing.”“Was it, though? Was it?”A fresh wave of doubt washed over me. My chest tightened, and I shut my eyes, hoping to block out the surge of pain and regret. “What else was I supposed to do?” I murmured, clenching my fists. “I had to walk away, for him, for me, for everyone. I couldn’t keep hurting the people I love.”“And yet here you are, heartbroken and empty, regretting every step you took out of that door,” my mind countered, a cruel voice that mirrored my thoughts. “If it was the right thing, why does it feel like your heart is being torn apart?”I bit my lip, recalling the moment I left the office, the way I forced myself not to look back at him. “It’s better this way,” I told myself, though the conviction in my voice wavered. “He’ll be okay. Eventually, he’ll for