บททั้งหมดของ Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Zeta’s POV Lyssa is quiet while I still talk about Percy, and that silence unsettles me more than shouting ever could. It is not my intention to cause more drama for her anymore. She’s just waking up and all she needs from me right now is to be the loving husband she wants me to be. But on second thought, my manly ego won’t let me anytime I see this dude here. But the way this dude speaks to me most times, I wonder if Lyssa has tabled our marriage issue to him, giving him that audacity to act however he wants with me. “You act like you know everything about us.” I watch his face carefully. “If you have feelings for you my wife, you better abort such from your mind because she can’t belong to you no matter how you try to make her gain your trust.” Her head snaps up slowly. Her eyes are tired, bloodshot and obviously, she’s indeed tired of my madness. “Watch your tone Zeta. I’m barely conscious and you’re doing this again.” She exhale irritated and pained. “You’re unbelievable.”

Zeta’s POV “Listen, you need to listen to me. I’m not a bad person.” I don’t know why I explained but I did anyway; “I’m not a bad person,” I repeat, my voice sounds genuine before I can stop it. “I don’t know why I’m explaining myself to you, Anita, but I am. Because I can’t keep being painted like a monster.” She sits across, now seated nonchalantly as she crosses her arms, back straight, eyes sharp. She doesn’t interrupt. That almost makes it worse. “There was a deal,” I say and sit close to her, leaning forward. “A deal Lyssa and I made before we got married. Before any of this.” I drag a hand down my face in frustration. “We were honest with each other. Painfully honest. We agreed that once Isabella came back, we would divorce. Quietly and cleanly.” Anita’s jaw tightens, but she stays quiet. “She told me she loves me as a brother. Those were her words. As a brother.” I Say, chuckling out a frustrated laugh in bitterness. “I asked her countless times, Anita. Countless! I ask

Zeta’s POV Percy leans back against the wall of the waiting area now, arms crossed loose over his chest as his eyes stays locked on me with calm and a smile out his lips. The audacity of him acting all mighty, knowing fully well I can’t do anything to him because I’m trying so hard to hold my anger and not snap at him as much as I want to. His voice stays casual too. “Besides, I haven’t forgiven myself for being the reason I was in the hospital a couple weeks ago to treat my wound.” He pauses. “And soon, I am going to repay the favor.” He says. That calm smile spreads across his face again. Not friendly. Not even close. It’s the kind of smile that promises something of revenge and he means it. I step closer, my voice dropping so only he hears. “Don’t threaten me, Percy. Lyssa might be a fool to trust you, but I’m not. Stay the hell away from us. Or you’ll be waking up every single day in a hospital bed wondering how you got there if you don’t stay away.” His eyebrows lift

Lyssa’s POV The next day sunlight pours through the tall windows, unapologetically. I'm still on the same sectional couch, wrapped in the softest blanket Zeta had the maids pile on me last night. I can’t really remember when I slept off. My stomach feels hungry now, and the nausea has backed off a little. I’m sipping water when the doorbell chimes. Anita bursts in, smiling as she enters, arms loaded with shopping bags and a bakery box balanced on top. Her hair is pulled into a high bun. She’s dressed casual and simple. In blue jeans and a handless top. “Anita…” I call, not expecting to see her. She sets everything on the table and drops beside me, careful not to jostle the cushions too much. “I brought croissants, that lemon ginger tea you like, those fancy electrolyte packets, and a heating pad because hospitals never give you enough of those. You will be needing those pads in the future.” I manage a small smile. “Thanks, Nita. You didn’t have to.” “Hey. Of course I did.” Sh

Zeta’s POV The meetings I’d been attending since i arrived the office this morning finally come to an end. I had returned home late at night while Lyssa was sleeping and spent a night with her on the couch and then left early this morning back to the office. I lean back in my chair and rub my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. My personal assistant closes her tablet. “You handled that merger cleanly sir,” she says. “The board is satisfied, I can see.” “They’re never satisfied,” I reply calmly. “They’re just quiet for now.” She smiles faintly. “Do you need anything before I step out?” I reach into my suit pocket, then the other one. My brow creases. I pat my jacket again. “Where’s my phone?” She pauses. “You had it during the elevator ride.” “I did,” I say slowly. “Did I bring it into the boardroom?” She shakes her head. “I didn’t see it on the table sir.” I stand. “Call the line.” She pulls out her phone and dials. We both listen. Nothing. No vibration. No sound. “Try again