All Chapters of Love I tried to Hide: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A couple of hours later, as I saw Rayna off to her car, she turned to me with a serious look. “If you ask me, Evie, I think you should stop just sitting back and waiting for Lemar to handle Grace and Flavier. Are you really going to relax knowing they’re plotting against you? You need to stand up and fight back. Give them blow for blow.”I sighed, looking away. “Do you think I haven’t thought about it? Or that I don’t want to? I would, but I have to think about Samantha.”Rayna raised an eyebrow, her voice sharp. “You’re hiding behind Samantha, Evie.”I frowned at her words. "I’m not hiding."Rayna shook her head, her expression softening but still firm. “Yes, you are. Where’s the Tyrra who poured wine on Grace at the party? Of all the things you told me today, that was the most impressive part. I liked that you didn’t just stand there helplessly, crying and trying to defend yours

Tyrra’s Point of ViewDuring the drive, I stared out the window, my mind racing. How do I tell him about Samantha?I knew I had to tell Lemar the truth, but the words felt too big, too overwhelming. Maybe I could invite him to my place and tell him there. That way, Samantha wouldn’t just be a story—she’d be real, standing right in front of him. But was I ready for that? Ready to open the door to the past I had kept hidden?“I must say, I’m really happy to see you,” Lemar said, glancing at me as he drove.I smiled. “You looked really surprised earlier.”“You’d be surprised if you were in my shoes, considering how you’ve been pushing me away until yesterday,” he said, and I nodded.“So, you missed me?” he asked with a grin.“Yeah,” I admitted, surprising him.“I’m struggling not to ask what brought about this change,” Lemar

"Mom," I said, watching her blink. She looked surprised by all my questions. Her face got tight, like she couldn't believe what I was saying. She shook her head slow, trying to get it. "Where's all this coming from?" she asked, her voice steady, but I could hear she was confused."From me, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but strong. "I just need to know if one lunch with Grace is really enough for you to say you know her... and if she's right for me.""What are you trying to say?" she asked, sounding mad now. "That I don't know what's good for you? That Grace isn't good enough? She seemed great when you went out. What happened? Did that girl come here and mess with your head?" She was confused, but her words stung.I squeezed my jaw tight. "Leave Tyrra out of this, Mom. I'm asking why you think Grace is so perfect for me. Why are you pushing me to marry her when you've only met her once?""I met her once, but Flavier has known her for years..."

Tyrra’s Point of ViewThinking quickly, I swiped my finger across the phone screen to activate the recording app, placing it on my desk as I shifted my focus to my secretary, who had entered with Grace.The secretary stepped forward, clearly flustered. “Ms. Tyrra, I’m really sorry. I tried to stop her, but she just barged in.”I raised a hand to stop her. “It’s fine,” I said calmly, keeping my expression composed. “You can go now.”The secretary hesitated, relief spreading across her face when she saw I wasn’t angry, but still worried about making a bad impression, especially since she had just started. She nodded quickly and hurried out, closing the door softly behind her.Leaning back in my chair, I turned my attention to Grace, who stood before me, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, her eyes blazing with fury.I could tell she hadn’t planned this vi

Tyrra’s Point of ViewThe shrill ring of my phone cut through the quiet of my office, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, and my heart skipped a beat.I had been dreading this call all day, ever since my encounter with Lemar’s mom—a call I knew might come but secretly hoped wouldn’t.For a moment, I considered letting it ring, pretending I didn’t hear it, but I knew that would only delay the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, I swiped to answer and held the phone to my ear, wishing I was wrong, hoping Susan was just calling to check on Lemar’s schedule for the week.“Hello, Susan,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling inside me.“Tyrra,” her voice came through, unusually cold. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. “I’m sorry to do this over the phone. You’re a great employee, and if it were just up to me, thi