All Chapters of Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Zeta POVThe reason mom and dad had left for that trip earlier was because Dad loved his job more than Mom and I had suggested the honeymoon but it seemed they still had a lot of work to do. I briefly glance at Grandpa Edmund who doesn’t seem to notice anything.I’m already tired of staying here. It’s been 48 hours already and I’m missing my Isabella. I just can’t wait to leave this place. At night, the air is still buzzing with family warmth. Grandpa's eyes feels relaxed.“Business has been picking up lately,” Grandpa says, breaking the quiet. He turns his head toward Dad. “You two cut that honeymoon short. What happened? Too many deals calling your name?”Dad shifts his weight, his jaw tightening just a fraction. “Work doesn’t stop, Father. You know that better than anyone.”Mom forces a smile, her eyes darting between them. “It was lovely while it lasted, but yes, the office needed us back. Zeta suggested the trip, remember? Thought it would be good for us.”I nod, taking a step

Lyssa’s POVThe next day comes too fast.I’m already dressed when the sun barely clears the horizon, standing in front of the mirror with my bag on my shoulder, rehearsing words I would say to grandpa. My reflection looks calm, but my chest is tight, my thought is loud. Today, I’m supposed to tell Grandpa Edmund that my marriage is over. That Zeta and I are done. That the picture-perfect union he prayed for is cracked right down the middle.I leave the house without looking back, heading to the family house.The gates to Grandpa’s estate open slowly by the gate keeper as he bows his head to me in greeting. I flash back a harmless smile to him as I head inside. Inside, the house feels warm and lively as always. I can’t find everyone, perhaps, they have all gone last night. Grandpa is already in the living room, seated in his favorite chair, glasses perched low on his nose.“Lyssa,” he says, smiling. “You came.”“Yes, Grandpa.”He gestures to the seat across from him. “Sit. You said y

Zeta’s POVI want to disagree with her but I can’t make a coherent speech, so I listen to whatever she has to say, “You see?” Lyssa says, one hand on the wheel. “It keeps looping. Same arguments. Same promises. Same delays. We go round and round, Zeta. Nothing changes unless someone cuts the circle.”I swallow. My head feels heavy, not from the alcohol anymore, but from the weight in her voice. “Are you really moving on?” I ask.“No more questions, Zeta,” she replies calmly. That’s what scares me. “I could fix it,” I say. “I mean, despite I’ll marry Isabella, you both can still be friends. No hard feelings”She says nothing, as if my words had just fallen on deaf ears. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable.Lyssa was the sister I never had. That truth hits me hard, sudden and painful. I remember my first heartbreak as a sophomore while I was was crushing on a random girl. I’d locked myself in my room, convinced my life was over. She didn’t lecture me. She didn’t judge me.