Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 91 - Chapitre 100

Lyra’s POV“No, Kurtis, I’m not leaving. I can’t,” I said, my voice firm even as my heart twisted in knots. The sterile hospital hallway felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights harsh against the anxiety gnawing at me. I couldn’t focus on anything except James, lying unconscious in that bed. The man who had once been a huge part of my life was now on the brink of death, and I couldn’t just walk away.Kurtis turned to me, his eyes narrowing as frustration and jealousy flickered across his face. “What do you mean, you “can’t” leave?” His voice was low, tight, like he was trying to keep his anger from spilling over. He took a step closer, towering over me, his presence both comforting and intimidating. “You’re staying here… for “him”?”His words were a dagger, sharp and cutting. I flinched, but I didn’t back down. “James is my friend,” I said softly, though my heart was pounding now. “I can’t just walk away when he’s lying there, fighting for his life. I need to know he’s going to be oka

Lyra's POVI sat in the cold, sterile hospital reception, twisting my hands together anxiously. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment more surreal than the last. My wedding was supposed to be happening right now, but instead, I was here, waiting to see the man who almost died trying to stop it.The nurse's words echoed in my head: “James is awake. He’s asking for you." I knew this would be difficult, but deep down, I also knew it was something I couldn’t avoid. Not anymore. We had to face this head-on.I sighed deeply as the doctor appeared, motioning for me to follow. My feet felt heavy, each step toward his room weighed down by memories of a time I thought would never end. But it did. And now I had to make him understand that.As we reached the door to James’s hospital room, Alice, his mother, was there. She stood like a gatekeeper, her posture stiff and her face pinched with anger. The moment her eyes landed on me, they hardened."You’ve got so

Lyra’s POVI couldn’t stop shaking, even as I wiped the tears from my face. My heart still raced, and my mind wouldn’t stop playing Kurtis’s words over and over. How did we even get here? Just days ago, everything seemed so perfect, so solid. Now it felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling.I had to do something. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not to a stupid misunderstanding. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through our messages, scanning all the sweet words we used to say to each other. “Baby girl,” “my love,” “forever mine.” My chest tightened. I wasn’t ready to let go of what we had. I couldn’t. I found his number and pressed call, my hands trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone.It rang once. Twice. Then his deep voice answered, colder than I’d ever heard before. “What do you want, Lyra?”The coldness in his tone knocked the breath out of me. This was the same man who used to call me his everything, who held me like I was his entire world. Now, it was as if I was n

Lyra's POV“You’ll stay here. My home is your home now,” Kurtis’s aunt, Amanda, said firmly, her eyes blazing with fierce determination. The warmth in her voice caught me off guard as I sat on the edge of the sofa, clutching a tissue to my tear-streaked face. After the confrontation with Kurtis’s father, Amanda had taken me in without hesitation, insisting I was family now, despite everything.I glanced up at her, my voice trembling. “I can’t impose. You’ve already done so much.”Amanda waved off my words, pulling me into a soft embrace. “Nonsense. You’re not imposing. You belong here, Lyra, and we won’t let anyone push you away.”For a moment, I let myself relax in her embrace, the motherly affection seeping into my bones. It was strange, comforting, even. I hadn’t felt like I truly belonged anywhere in a long time.But the peace didn’t last long. Just as Amanda released me, her daughter Sophie came bounding down the stairs, dressed for school in her uniform. Her face was a mixture o

Kurtis POVKurtis pushed open the front door, his heart pounding in his chest as he entered his aunt’s house. He knew Lyra was staying here, and every step he took towards her felt heavy, filled with the weight of everything unsaid between them. His mind was a mess, tangled with frustration, confusion, and a raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. He wanted to see her, needed to see her, but he didn’t know how this conversation would go. He wasn’t even sure how it “should” go.As he stepped into the living room, his aunt, her daughter, and his cousin were just finishing clearing the table from dinner. Lyra sat there, her face pale, her eyes wide as she caught sight of him. Her gaze lingered on his for a moment too long before she quickly looked away, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the napkin in front of her."Kurtis," his aunt greeted, smiling warmly. "We were just finishing up. I’ll give you two some space."Her words made the tensi