Semua Bab Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Lyssa POV Soon, the class is filled with chatters and giggles when a lady face steps in with a broad smile. At first, I don’t look up. I’m still half-listening to Clara telling me about the ridiculous way one of her professors mispronounced a Latin term. The room feels lighter than it did earlier. Then the laughter slowly fades. The change in atmosphere is subtle but immediate as it is now silent. Curiosity made me lift my head. And my heart drops at who I saw. It’s Isabella. She stands at the front of the class, perfectly poised, dressed in a cream-colored fitted dress that looks effortlessly expensive. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders in soft waves. Her makeup is flawless. Her smile is wide and confident. Zeta’s lover. For a second, I forget how to breathe. The class straightens almost instinctively. Conversations die down. Even the habitual whisperers in the back row go quiet. She carries herself like she belongs at the front of every room she walks into. “Good morning

Lyssa’s POV Mom’s call comes in as I’m about to order a ride home. She’s upset when I inform her that I’m still in class but I can’t find any ride at the moment. “I’m still on campus,” I say, stepping away from the building entrance so other students don’t overhear. The late afternoon air is cool against my skin. “I just finished class. I’m trying to book a ride, but the app keeps saying no drivers available.” “What do you mean no drivers available?” Her voice rises dramatically. “You’re standing there alone? Are you safe?” “I’m fine,” I say quickly. “It’s still early. There are people around so you don’t have to worry.” “That’s not the point.” She exhales loudly into the phone. “Why didn’t you ask Zeta to come pick you up?” There it is, bringing up Zeta again. “He’s working,” I reply gently. “He has meetings today.” “And?” she shoots back. “He’s your husband. If you call him, he’ll come.” I close my eyes for a second. She’s not entirely wrong. If I called Zeta and told him I

Zeta’s POV “Relax,” Roland says quickly, stepping in front of me when he notices the direction of my stare. “A friend invited her. Don’t do anything stupid.” His voice is calm, almost pleading, but it barely reaches me. My eyes stay locked on Isabella across the room. She’s still draped over Marcus’s lap like she belongs there, laughing too loudly at something he says. The sight twists something deep in my gut—not jealousy, not exactly. More like a sense of chaos spreading through something I’ve been trying desperately to keep under control. What the hell is she really doing here? Soon. Roland keeps talking beside me. “Zeta, seriously. Just let it go tonight.” I ignore him. Before he can stop me, I walk straight across the room. The party noise swells around me, music pounding from the speakers, glasses clinking, people shouting over each other—but everything fades into the background as I approach the couch. Marcus looks up first. He grins when he sees me. “There he is—” I gra

Zeta’s POV “No one would know.” She says. Isabella’s voice is soft, almost coaxing. She steps closer to me as she says it. The thin sheet around her waist shifts slightly, revealing more of her smooth legs and thigh. “No one would ever find out,” she repeats gently and I stare at her. “Isabella…” I start, but my voice trails off and she doesn’t stop moving toward me. The more she tries to convince me, the closer she gets, her body slowly invading my space. Her fingers trail lightly over my arm, then slide up to my shoulder. “You’re overthinking it,” she murmurs. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense. “You’re lonely tonight. I’m lonely tonight too.” She adds and her hand glides slowly down my chest. “And Lyssa isn’t even home. She’s not coming back any time soon.” The words sit between us. I shouldn’t listen. I know I shouldn’t. But the truth is, the alcohol is still running through my veins, warming my blood and dulling my judgment. My head is pounding from the drinks, fr

Lyssa’s POV With that, I walk out on him, farther away from Zeta and the mess he just made me create. My hand is still trembling. Did I really do that? I think, trying to steady my breathing as I walk through the long corridor toward the elevator. My mind replays the scene over and over again. The glass of water. The splash across his face. The anger in my voice. The words I said. I can’t believe I was that brave. For years, years, I tolerated things from Zeta that no woman in her right mind would accept. His careless words that always seemed to cut deeper than he realized. And today? I stood up to him. Not only did I stand up to him, I threw water in his face and called him a fool. I step into the elevator. The doors slide shut with a soft chime, sealing me inside as my reflection stares back at me from the mirror on the wall. I look… nervous. My cheeks are still warm, my eyes bright with leftover emotion. Part of me whispers that maybe I overreacted. Maybe I shouldn’t have d