Chapter 116
Chapter Title: An Unexpected Ride
“Estelle!” Myra’s voice was tense, her words cutting through clenched teeth. “I’m still married to Sean!”
“Well, that’s just a matter of time,” Estelle shot back with determination. “The divorce is almost finalized, and besides, I know he’s been up to no good with Lyla. I’ve heard how they wronged you. Myra, stop giving him second chances. Honestly, you should’ve left him ages ago! All your kindness is just letting him take advantage of you. While we’re talking, he’s probably scheming something behind your back. Don’t let him fool you again.”
“No, I won’t let it happen again…” Myra’s voice softened, trailing off as the weight of her words settled in.
“Anyway, none of that matters right now! What I want is for you to promise me you’ll go after Tony and win his heart.” Estelle’s lips curled into a determined smile as she locked eyes with Myra. “Come on, let’s be honest. Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit attracted to him?”
Tony Hart was a legend in Bradfort City. Everyone knew who he was, and there was no need to look up any information about him—her encounters with him recently had proven that she, too, was drawn to him.
But Myra couldn’t bring herself to care. Her expression fell as she murmured, “Estelle… Do you know what the biggest lesson I’ve learned from being married to Sean is?”
“What do you mean?” Estelle asked, her brow furrowing with confusion.
Myra let out a deep breath and turned to face Estelle directly. “I’ve learned not to long for something that doesn’t belong to me.”
She had always believed that as long as she worked hard enough, she would get what she wanted in the end. But reality had shattered that belief. No matter how much effort she put in, if it wasn’t meant to be, it would never happen. And the end result was always painful disappointment.
Estelle frowned. “How can you compare Sean to Tony? Myra, I know you’re still shaken by your failed marriage, but—”
Myra interrupted, her tone firm. “That might be true, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, all I want is to get the divorce over with. As for Tony… he’s not part of my future plans.”
Just then, Jack arrived, looking apologetic as he addressed Estelle. “My dear, the director’s been after me for the past thirty minutes! He wants you on set as soon as possible. Can we continue this conversation later?”
Estelle was on the edge of frustration, almost ready to ask Jack for the rest of the day off. But before she could act, Myra suddenly stood, smiling at Jack. “She’s all yours now. I’ve got something else to do. I’ll head off.”
“Myra, wait!” Estelle stood up as well, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “I’ve never known you to be this cowardly. Tony’s different. I get your concerns, but how can you be sure of the outcome if you don’t give it a try? You might be perfect for each other!”
“I don’t want to try,” Myra replied firmly, a sense of finality in her words. She had learned that it was wiser to avoid the possibility of heartache altogether.
Her mind wandered back to that encounter with Tony at the golf course the other day. His gaze had been tender, full of affection. But with a heavy heart, she reminded herself that this wasn’t something she could pursue. “I’m sorry, Estelle. I’ve made up my mind,” Myra added, her exhaustion palpable.
As Estelle fell silent, Myra’s phone rang. It was Eve. Myra had known this call was coming, and she wasn’t surprised by the timing.
“Myra… I know Sean has hurt you in so many ways, and I’m so sorry this happened. I want to apologize to you on behalf of our family,” Eve’s voice came through, laced with regret. “But trust me, I’ve always seen you as my own daughter.”
Eve’s words were difficult for Myra to hear, especially considering the guilt that was eating away at Eve. Still, she knew this conversation had to happen.