I saw myself in the mirror, pale as a ghost.I used to be so full of energy. I was outgoing, handsome, and brimming with hope.But now, looking at my reflection, it was hard to tell the difference between me and a corpse.The one who turned me into this was Lyra.She was the woman I once poured all my love and dreams of marriage into.Even now, Lyra kept saying she wanted to start over with me.But had she ever truly suffered from beginning to end?No, she hadn't.Meanwhile, I was covered in wounds, and even my most precious life only had a few days left.So, no, I simply couldn't do it.I stood in front of the sink, washing my face over and over again. I didn't want to see this weak and pathetic side of myself.By the time it was almost afternoon, I started to worry that Lyra might suddenly come home, so I quickly tidied up and went out.Fortunately, there were plenty of cars in the garage. I picked a low-profile one and d

There was no need to tell her whether I would leave or stay."Lyra, I need some time to think things through. Please don't disturb me for now, alright?" I said.She held my hand tightly, showing no intention of letting go.Biting her lower lip hard, she looked at me with pleading eyes and slowly shook her head.Her pitiful expression didn't seem fake.If it hadn't been for the vivid memories of what she'd done to me in the past, I might have believed she truly loved me.But I knew all too well that it was just an illusion.She knew how much I despised Luka, yet her so-called fresh start showed no sign of cutting him out of her life.She probably couldn't truly sever ties with him in this lifetime."What about Luka?" I asked.Lyra seemed a bit annoyed by my question. "You want to know?"I chuckled but said nothing. I just wanted to find out if Luka could still stay by Lyra's side, distracting at least some of her attention away f

Mateo called me shortly after I had been in the room for a little while.The hotel staff had informed him that there had been an argument near my door and asked if I was okay.I didn't mention anything about Lyra or Lucy to avoid worrying Mateo.But after hanging up the phone, I still felt uneasy.It wasn't them I was worried about. I was concerned that Mr. Morris might have been disturbed.So, I decided to step out and take a look.Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, Lyra stormed in without warning.She shoved me onto the bed with force.Her movements were intense, fueled by anger. "So, you've already met Lucy, haven't you?" she demanded.She was right."Isaac, answer me. Have you met her?" she asked again, her voice desperate as though she was wrestling with some inner turmoil.I didn't want to blow things out of proportion, and meeting Lucy wasn't something I had deliberately hidden from her.It just hadn't seeme

Lyra hadn't expected me to say such harsh words, and for a moment, she was stunned.Maybe she still thought our relationship was the same as it had been in the beginning, when I would always go along with whatever she wanted.I didn't wait for her to react and turned to leave.Just as my hand touched the doorknob, it suddenly hit me that this was Luka's hometown.I turned back and smirked, "Mrs. Smith, is this work trip of yours really for a business conference, or are you here to visit Luka's hometown?"Lyra's expression darkened instantly.Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but think back to myself from years ago.That year, I had just acknowledged my godmother, and it was the first birthday Lyra and I were celebrating for her.I wanted to make it lively to make up for the love I had missed out on with my parents.I spent a long time preparing for that birthday party.I also gave Lyra plenty of notice, asking her to make sure sh

I shot Luka a displeased look as he pushed the door open and walked in. "So it was you who cut in line."Luka wore a smug expression. "Mr. Smith, I know you've always hated me and would rather not see me here. But have you ever thought about who enabled me to join the competition? It's Lyra."Did he really think using Lyra to provoke me would still work?"So what if it's her? What does that have to do with me?" My voice was cold. "The only person who could cut in line and be connected to the studio is you. And behind you is the Foster Group, so naturally, it's Lyra's doing."I reminded him, "You're overlooking one thing. Whether it's you or her, I don't care. I'm not going to fight you over Lyra. Like I've said before, if you're really that capable, get her to divorce me."Luka hadn't expected me to say that. His face darkened. "You say you don't care, but you're always trying to seduce Lyra!"His tone turned sharp. "Isaac, you must be feeling pretty pr