All Chapters of Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zeta POV Later on, my phone rings just as I’m stepping out of my study. I glance at the screen, jaw tightening slightly when I see the name. It’s Roland. I answer on the third ring. “Where are you?” he asks without greeting, his voice carrying that usual blunt impatience. “At home.” “Good. Come out. We need to talk.” I walk toward the hallway window, looking down at the long driveway. “About what?” A pause. Then he exhales. “Don’t play dumb, Zeta. The divorce. I’m still in town. Let’s meet.” I rub my thumb slowly along the edge of my phone. “Where?” “Same place,” he says. “The bar near the marina.” My eyes narrow slightly. “You’re feeling nostalgic?” “I’m feeling practical,” he replies flatly. “Thirty minutes.” He hangs up before I can answer. I stare at the phone for a second, then slip it into my pocket. Reaching the bar, It’s quiet tonight. Low lights. Soft jazz playing in the background. Roland is already seated in a corner booth when I walk in. He looks exactly the

Zeta POV I know Lyssa is a good woman, as my wife, as someone who has stood beside me for years as a sister and I know Roland is looking out for me in his own way. But all his words… I can’t take them anymore. The air inside the car feels too tight and suffocating,, like there isn’t enough oxygen left for both of us. I am seated in the seat of the car, jaw clenched, staring out at the dark stretch of highway flashing past the tinted window. “We have to leave, man,” I say flatly. “This conversation is going nowhere.” Roland doesn’t answer immediately. He sits beside me in the back of the car, posture straight, one arm resting along the leather seat. His expression is calm. Then he speaks. “The perfect woman for you is Lyssa.” The words hit like a sudden slap. I close my eyes for a second, exhaling and trying to hold myself from getting more angry. Not this issue again. Not him either. His gaze doesn’t move from my face as he awaits my reaction. I shake my head as I speak. “E

Zeta POV Just then, I still couldn’t deny the fact that she attracts me. Her look does, and she smells so nice too, that soft, clean scent that used to cling to my sheets and drive me insane in the quiet hours of the night. But despite how good she looks, I don’t say it. I can’t think of anything naughty in my head anymore as before. Because it’s already affecting me in a way I hate admitting. As I stand there looking at her, memories of those hot, intimate moments we shared in the past hit me suddenly. My body reacts before my mind can stop it. I shift my stance, subtly adjusting my legs as I feel an erection coming on. Damn it. A quiet shame spreads through me. It frustrates me that after everything. the distance, the anger, the words we’ve thrown at each other, my body still responds to her like she owns it. Gosh. It’s been a while since I allowed myself to get affected like this by Lyssa’s beauty. Just then, her voice pulls me back. She catches me staring, and before I can s

Lyssa POV If Mom hadn’t been so persistent, Zeta would have insisted on coming along. I know that with absolute certainty. He would have done it calmly. He would have stood there in the living room, hands in his pockets, voice low and polite, and said, “I’ll drive you both.” And that would have been the end of it. But Mom had shut it down fast. “No boys allowed,” she’d said cheerfully. And I’d seen it, just for a second, the flicker in his eyes. Something not pleased. Now, as Mom’s car moves through traffic, she exhales slowly and adjusts her sunglasses as she speaks. “He’s very attached to you,” she continues lightly. “You should let him show it more.” I turn to her, lost in my words. She smiles. “Public affection. Holding hands. Sitting close. Little touches. It matters in marriage, Lyssa.” My throat tightens instantly. Because I don’t know how to tell her the truth. That the divorce is still happening. That even though Dad destroyed the first set of papers, another one

Lyssa POV My heart is broken. The thought sits heavy in my chest, like something open and still bleeding quietly where no one can see it. Should I just tell mother to stop forcing this love between Zeta and me? I already gave her a clue that we’re divorcing, but she’s still trying to hold the marriage together like nothing is wrong. The thought keeps running in my mind while i look at her with a casual expression. On the screen, she studies me. I swallow hard and keep talking before she can respond. “Zeta took after Dad, didn’t he? Because I fell for his handsomeness too.” I say and truly I wanted to be perfect for him. I wanted to fit into his world. I wanted to be… enough just for him. Her expression softens instantly. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs as my mind is filled with thoughts again. It’s true. I changed things about myself. The way I dressed. The way I spoke in public. The way I handled people around me, distancing myself from making male friends. I kept trying to be