บททั้งหมดของ Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Zeta POV My face twists in disgust almost instantly. “Lyssa is my sister,” I say, my tone sharp enough to cut through whatever nonsense he’s building in his head. How many times do I have to repeat this over and over again? She’s my sister! Nothing more. “I don’t love her. Not like that. I just… I feel like I should have done more before she left.” The words come out heavier than I intend. I exhale, dragging a hand down my face before continuing, “The divorce proceedings were fucked up. My parents made sure of that. It wasn’t even clean. It was messy, forced… controlled.” My jaw tightens. “And now Grandpa Edmund doesn’t speak to any of us.” I glance up at Marcus, my eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you know what that feels like? To be cut off like that? Like you disappointed the one person whose opinion actually mattered?” He doesn’t interrupt. “And I haven’t slept properly in weeks,” I add, my voice quieter now but edged with frustration. “And it’s not because I’m missing Lyssa or

Zeta POV Grandpa Edmund’s mansion has always been one of the most attractive spots for the press and fans. Even now, years after he officially stepped away from the spotlight, the name still carries weight, more than most men in his generation could ever dream of. He used to be one of the biggest salesmen in the marketing industry, a man who could sell anything to anyone, and then he did something even more impressive, he built a multi-billion-dollar empire from it and walked away at the peak of his success. Not many people leave power willingly. But he did. And somehow, that made him even more powerful. His wife, my grandmother—passed away years ago. I never asked how he survived that kind of loss. I never asked how a man like him, so commanding, so in control, could live with a silence that loud. Now, as I walk into his large living room and offer polite smiles to a few of his visiting friends, I start to understand how he feels without his wife beside him, that’s how I’m feelin

Zeta POV Reaching home, Isabella screams excitedly as I hand her the gifts I purchased on my way back. Her excited voice fills the entire living room, unrestrained, and so full of life that it immediately washes away whatever lingering tension I carried with me from earlier. She kisses me as she snatches the bags from my hands, her eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. “Zeta! You didn’t get me that!” she gasps, not believing I got her one of her favorite, already peeking inside the bag before I can even respond. I can’t help but smile. Visiting Grandpa and interacting with him made me realize how little I actually knew about his relationship with Lyssa. For years, I thought I understood the dynamics in this family. the expectations, the unspoken rules, the loyalties. But today proved otherwise. He just accepted Isabella. Just like that. And I couldn’t be more happy. It still feels unreal, honestly. I knew he loved Lyssa like his own daughter, but I’ve never seen hi

Zeta POV I’m not fully convinced. Even as she cries in front of me, her voice trembling and her hands clutching at my shirt like I’m the only thing holding her together, there’s still a part of me that refuses to settle in her act. Maybe it’s instinct. Maybe it’s the damage I haven’t repaired. She repeats herself, softer this time, like she’s trying to make me believe it by saying it again. “I love you, Zeta… I do.” She says again. Her fingers slip away from my shirt, and for a second I think she’s going to break completely. But instead, she scrambles to her feet, wiping her tears with the back of her hand like she’s suddenly determined to prove something. “Wait,” she says quickly, moving toward her bag. “You don’t believe me. I can see it—you don’t believe me.” I don’t respond. I just watch her. She pulls out her phone with shaky hands, unlocking it too fast, fumbling before finally finding what she’s looking for. Then she steps back toward me, holding it out. “Look,” she sa

Lyssa POV Later on, I canceled my meeting with Anita because I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. The message sits there for a second after I send it. My body feels… off. Not painfully sick, not exactly dizzy, but heavy somehow. Like something is quietly pressing down on me from the inside. I sit on the edge of my bed, one hand resting on my stomach. “I’m fine,” I whisper to myself. But the words don’t feel convincing. My phone buzzes almost immediately. It’s Percy. I hesitate for a second before picking up. “Hey,” I say softly. “You don’t sound fine,” he replies instantly, his voice sharp with concern. “What’s wrong?” I exhale slowly. “It’s nothing serious. I just feel tired. Maybe I pushed myself too much today.” There’s a pause on his end. Not silence, just him thinking. I can almost picture the way his brows draw together. “Lyssa,” he says carefully, “you’re carrying twins.” “I know,” I murmur. “No,” he continues, firmer now. “You’re carrying twins and still acting li