บททั้งหมดของ Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Lyssa POV I notice Percy never leaves. Not even once. By evening, the nurse brings food into the room, but I barely touch it. Percy notices immediately. “You need to eat.” “I’m not hungry.” I say. He gives me a patient look. “You still need strength.” He adds. I sigh quietly before forcing myself to take a few bites. Percy sits nearby the entire time, watching carefully to make sure I actually finish enough. Later that evening, while the city lights glow softly outside the large hospital windows, Percy stands from his chair. “I’ll be staying with you tonight.” He says. “You don’t have to.” I say. “I want to.” He insisted. “You should go home.” I say. He shakes his head once. “I’m staying.” He argues. There’s no arrogance in his tone. No annoyance. Just certainty. I watch him quietly. His expression softens slightly. “Because I want to take care of you.” He adds, as if he knew I was going to ask why. Something about the way he says it makes warmth spread unexpect

Lyssa POV “Is Percy my husband?” The question leaves my lips before I can stop it, and I watch Anita’s face change instantly. Her hand pauses halfway to her cup, and for a second she looks completely speechless. Her eyes widen slightly, like she didn’t expect me to say it out loud. But I don’t look away. I don’t care how surprised she is. “I know you don’t want me to find out things,” I continue softly, my voice steady but firm. “But I just did. Something in me knows I’m not wrong.” Anita’s mouth opens like she wants to respond, but nothing comes out immediately. The silence between us feels heavy, stretched too long. I tighten my fingers around the edge of the couch cushion, my heart beating faster now, but I refuse to back down. “I feel it,” I add quietly. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like Percy is my husband.” Anita finally exhales, but she still doesn’t answer. Her eyes shift away from mine, like she’s searching for the right words and not finding them. That s

Zeta POV I had finally accepted to go on the honeymoon with Isabella. Honestly, I only agreed because I was tired of the constant arguments and pressure from both parents. Everyone kept saying a honeymoon would help us bond better as husband and wife. Maybe they were right. Maybe not. Either way, I was already here now. The moment our car stopped in front of the hotel, I slowly looked outside the tinted window and exhaled quietly. The hotel was massive. Elegant glass walls reflected the evening lights beautifully while expensive luxury cars lined the entrance. Uniformed valets moved professionally from one guest to another while soft piano music floated from inside the building. One of the most luxurious hotels in the United Kingdom. Everything about the place screamed money and class. The chauffeur opened the door for us immediately. “Welcome, sir.” I stepped out first before Isabella followed behind me gracefully. The moment she appeared, heads turned instantly. She looked b

Zeta POV I arrive at the hotel Richard texted me earlier that afternoon. The building stands tall in the center of London, covered in glass from top to bottom with expensive cars lined outside the entrance. The place screams luxury before I even step inside. The moment I walk through the revolving doors, men in suits move around the lobby, heading to their destination while soft piano music plays somewhere in the background. Everything about the place feels elegant and powerful. Exactly the kind of place Richard likes. I take the elevator to the top floor where the private business lounge is located. The doors slide open, and almost immediately, I hear a familiar loud voice. “Zeta!” I look up just in time to see Richard Calloway walking toward me with his arms already open wide for a hug. The man looks exactly the same as always. Confident smile. Expensive navy suit. Carefree energy. I chuckle lightly before meeting him halfway. We pull each other into a firm hug. “It’s been t

Percy POV Her expression twists with rage immediately. “You can’t do that!” I say, “Watch me.” She dares. “You still care about me!” she suddenly yells. “You’re just confused because of her!” I say nothing. She grows more aggressive by the second. “You belong to me, Percy!” She snaps. Her voice echoes loudly through the room now. “She ruined everything!” The officers immediately move closer as Claire tries standing up from her chair while glaring at me furiously to attack me by the shirt. “I swear to God, if I ever see her again—” “That’s enough,” I cut in coldly before looking toward the officer nearby. “Take her away.” The officer nods immediately and Claire struggles angrily as they grab her arms. “Percy!” she screams. “You can’t protect her forever!” I don’t react. “You hear me?! I’ll never stop!” She adds. The officers drag her toward the door while she continues shouting threats behind me. But I never look back. Not once. A few minutes later, I leave the sta