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Zeta POVDays after Lyssa’s number finally connects, she agrees to meet with me. I try pressing her on the phone about where she’s been hiding out, but she shuts me down nonchalantly, her voice distant.“That’s not your concern anymore, Zeta,” she says, and hangs up. We settled on a neutral spot, a private room at a high-end café in my company.Isabella insists on coming along, saying it’s time to smooth things over with Lyssa. When Lyssa walks in, she’s dressed in a black blazer and jeans, her hair pulled back tight, but her eyes flick between us with clear discomfort. Unlike the last blowup, there’s no immediate explosion.Lyssa slides into the seat across from us. She glances at the untouched coffee cups in front of Isabella and me, then folds her hands on the table. “Okay, Zeta. You called this meeting. What’s it about? And why is she here?”I open my mouth to ease into it, but Isabella jumps in first, leaning forward with her palms up in a peace gesture. Her smile is soft, alm

Zeta’s POVI sit behind the wheel of my latest Benz as we cruise down the highway toward Isabella’s place. She’s been quiet since we left the office.Suddenly, she turns to me. “Zeta, I’m afraid your family will never accept me no matter what. You know that, right? They hate me. They’ve always hated me. And going to your grandfather’s dinner tonight? It’s a disaster waiting to happen. They won’t accept me, even if Lyssa steps aside completely.”I keep my eyes on the road, my grip steady on the wheel. “Isabella, we’ve talked about this. My family will come around eventually. You’re overthinking it.”She scoffs, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “Overthinking? Zeta, please. Your grandfather looks at me like I’m some gold-digger who ruined his perfect grandson’s life. And your father? Don’t get me started. He practically threw me out last time. If I show up, it’ll be a bloodbath. They will blame me for everything, the divorce, the drama.”I glance at her sideways. “They don’t h

Lyssa’s POVUpset with how my conversation with Zeta ended and tired of reading, I arrive at Grandpa Edmund’s home. My chest feels tight. Zeta’s words echo in my head, his defense of Isabella, his admission of loving her toxic side.It stings more than I want to admit. I grab my purse and head in where the butler opens the door with a polite nod.“Miss Lyssa, Mr. Edmund is in the sitting room,” he says softly.“Thanks,” I murmur, stepping inside with a smile. I find Grandpa Edmund in his favorite armchair by the fireplace, a newspaper folded on his lap. His face lights up when he sees me.“Lyssa, my dear! Come here, come sit.” He pats the sofa beside him, his voice softens by affection.I smile faintly and sink down next to him, leaning in for a quick hug. “Hi, Grandpa. Sorry I didn’t call ahead before coming.”“Nonsense. You’re always welcome. Now, tell me, what’s got that look on your face? Is it that grandson of mine again?” He raises an eyebrow, his mustache twitching.I hesitate

Zeta POVGrandpa Edmund leads most of the conversations while Lyssa stays away from me. I can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between us, but I keep my expression neutral, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.Soon, we all shuffle out, and I make sure to fall into step beside Lyssa, but she quickens her pace, putting a deliberate gap between us. Fine. Let her play that game. I settle near her when we move to the table for dinner, pulling out the chair right next to hers before she can object. She shoots me a quick glare, but she sits without a word. I lean back in my chair, picking up a fork, and decide to steer the conversation toward something neutral. “How about we all come over to our place for dinner some other time? I’ll make sure it’s special. I want you all to meet someone. Lyssa can be the chef of the night—she’s got some hidden talents in the kitchen.”Lyssa’s fork pauses mid-air, her eyes narrowing at me. “Since when do I cook for family dinners?”I fl

Zeta POVDad warns me not to be cocky because Isabella and her family have never been trusted allies. He would stand by Lyssa and if I hurt her or make her cry, he was going to ensure I never have a second chance at love.I glared at him; I’m not scared of his little threats and Isabella would always wait for me. He didn’t stand a chance.He reminds me how he helped build my startup company and the contracts the family signed. I don’t fully own it and if I wanted everyone’s approval, I should be able to come up with a tangible reason on why I’m divorcing Lyssa.The laughter from the dining table breaks the tension between us and I leave without responding.The dining room is loud when I step back in, too loud, like everyone is trying too hard to pretend nothing is wrong.Grandpa Edmund slams his palm lightly on the table, laughing. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! Back in my day, we didn’t need ten advisors to tell us how to make money.”Lyssa smiles at him, that soft smile she reserv