All Chapters of Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lyssa POV Mom drops me off in front of the house just as the evening light is fading into a soft golden gray. The car engine is still running, but she doesn’t let me open the door immediately. “Wait my child,” she says, reaching over to smooth the side of my hair, her fingers gentle and familiar. I sigh softly but don’t pull away. “Mom…” “You already look tired,” she murmurs, studying my face closely like she’s trying to read everything I’m not saying. “As you go in, make sure you rest enough.” She say. Then her expression softens again. The worry melts into warmth. “Take care of yourself, my child,” she says in a low voice. She leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead before finally letting me go. “Call me when you get inside.” She say and I nod. I step out, closing the car door gently as I stand there for a second, watching the car drive away until it disappears at the end of the street. Then I turn and walk inside. The house is quiet. I drop my bag on the table and

Lyssa POV He follows behind and tries to explain himself but I repeatedly tell him; he can’t fall for his best friend’s wife. It was wrong. He holds my hand and says it wasn’t up to me to decide who he should fall in love with. “Let go of me,” I say sharply, trying to pull my hand back. We are standing just outside the building now. The air is cool, brushing against my face, but it does nothing to calm the heat burning inside me. Roland doesn’t tighten his grip, but he doesn’t release me either. His fingers remain warm and steady around mine. “Lyssa,” he says quietly, his voice low and controlled, “listen to me.” “I don’t want to listen,” I snap. “You crossed a line. A big one.” “I told you how I feel,” he replies calmly. “That’s not a crime.” “It is when the person you’re confessing to is your best friend’s wife.” “Soon-to-be ex-wife,” he corrects gently again. “That doesn’t change anything,” I fire back. “You don’t do that to someone you call a brother.” His jaw tightens

Zeta POV As hours come and go, Lyssa acts strangely. At first, I tell myself I’m imagining it. But I’m not. Because for the past few days, mother keeps showing up to take her out and she won’t hesitate to go with her but reaching my turn to take her out to get her something, she’s refusing to go with me. The thought of it makes me feel bad. Girls’ outing… Mom says every single time, smiling too brightly, and waiting for her. Lyssa always nods quickly. Too quickly. And they leave. It’s… odd and I’m really feeling sad about it. It should be me who she’s going out with happily and not mom. Additionally, earlier whenever Mom and Lyssa decide to indulge in their famous shopping sprees, they return home like a hurricane of luxury exploded inside the car. Boxes. Designer bags. Garment covers. Shoes in silk wraps. Jewelry cases. Lyssa used to laugh while unboxing everything in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the carpet like an excited teenager. She would hold up dresses and ask

Zeta POV I reply by asking her if something happened between her and Roland. My voice is calm, but I don’t miss the way her shoulders stiffen slightly at the question. “I noticed earlier,” I add, keeping my eyes on the road for a second before glancing at her, “you rolled your eyes when his name popped up. Why the cold act?” I ask. She blinks at me. Then, unexpectedly, her fingers reach across the center console and wrap around my hand on the gear shift. The contact surprises me. Lyssa rarely initiates touch these days. Her palm is warm and soft. She gives my hand a small squeeze and flashes a wide, almost exaggerated smile. “Oh, that?” she says lightly. “It’s nothing serious.” I lift a brow slightly. “It didn’t look like nothing.” She huffs a little smile. “Roland just… doesn’t understand what privacy means. That’s all.” I glance at her again. She leans back in her seat but doesn’t let go of my hand. I consider her words carefully. “Roland is straightforward,” I say calml

Lyssa POV The next day, I arrived at the physical tutorial class and my colleagues swarmed around my desk. It happens so fast I barely have time to set my bag down. One second I’m pulling out my notebook, trying to settle into the familiar routine of class, and the next second there are bodies crowding around me, voices overlapping, questions firing from every direction. “Is it through you are married to your brother.” One ask, I wasn’t even expecting it. “Lyssa, is it true your husband just closed that international deal last week with his mistress?” What? Where are they hearing all this? “I saw his photo on a business magazine cover again!” Said another. “Do you actually go to those luxury events with him or his mistress won’t let you?” “Is his company really worth that much?” My fingers freeze over the zipper of my bag. I knew this would happen eventually. Ever since Zeta’s parents returned from their honeymoon, the one that somehow turned into a media frenzy—and Zeta star