Chapter 126
Chapter Title: “A Tangled Web”
Myra’s wrist still bore the marks from the handcuffs from the night before. When Sean took her hand, all she could feel was the sharp sting of pain. Her face contorted with fury as she snapped, “What the hell are you doing?”
Sean didn’t miss the wince of pain that crossed her face. He lowered his gaze, noticing the bruises that marred her wrists. His expression shifted immediately, shock and concern flooding his features. “What happened?”
It wasn’t just the hand he was holding; the other wrist was similarly bruised.
“This isn’t your business!” Myra yanked her hand free from his grip, the pain sharp but something she had to endure.
Sean hesitated. The night before, when he’d visited her for dinner, she’d been fine. How had things changed so quickly? His eyes darkened. “Is this because of last night? Because you were…”
His words trailed off, the unspoken conclusion hanging in the air.
Myra’s resentment simmered. She had been wronged, framed, and used—there was no love left for him now. Even if they couldn’t be husband and wife, he had no right to treat her this way. If she could turn back time, she would have never let him in, never allowed him to destroy her.
She inhaled deeply and her expression grew cold. “Director Chase, if you don’t let me go, your lover, not far from here, will start to wonder where you are.”
Her voice, devoid of warmth, cut through the tension. Sean froze, the weight of her words sinking in. He turned, his gaze falling on Lyla, who stood some distance away, clearly perturbed by the sight of them.
Myra, unmoved by the exchange, turned away from him. “We’re done, Sean.” Her voice was steady, but the finality of her words left no room for argument.
Without another glance, she walked past him, her resolve as strong as steel. Across the street, a black Maybach sat gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the somber mood that had settled over her.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She answered it almost instantly. “Hello?”
“Reigniting the flames with your old lover, huh? You two were standing there for so long. What did you say to him?” Tony’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something darker.
A small, amused smile tugged at Myra’s lips as she chuckled softly. “Are you jealous?” Her voice was teasing, and the dimples that appeared as she smiled would have been enough to melt any other man.
Though he wasn’t physically there, Tony’s heart softened as he imagined her smile. “There’s a new restaurant on Jasmine Street. Are you hungry?”
She lightly touched her stomach, realizing just how famished she was. “I am,” she admitted, a playful tone creeping into her voice. “Dear Director Hart, I wonder if I have the honor of treating you to a meal today.”
“Oh? Did you come into some money?” Tony teased, though his tone was laced with something else—was it concern? Perhaps something more possessive?
Myra laughed softly, feeling the connection with him even over the phone. “Actually, yes. I’ve received 20% of the shares I bought from Stark Group originally, plus 50% of Hilliville from Chase Group!”
The mention of Hilliville, a place fraught with its own tangled history, seemed to spark something in Tony. His silence stretched for a moment before he responded. “Well, I guess you’ll definitely have to buy me that meal, then.” A faint chuckle escaped his lips, but there was something calculating underneath it.
As Myra passed by Eve and Lyla, she gave them no more than a passing glance. They were no longer worth acknowledging, strangers now, each walking their own separate path. The three of them watched her with varying expressions—shock, disbelief, and, for Lyla, a sudden unease.
Eve’s voice broke the silence. “So, Myra’s really moved on to another man?” she hissed, a sharp edge of frustration in her voice. “And she took Hilliville too? For nothing?”
Sean, having overheard, clenched his fists in anger. “Let’s go, Mom.” His voice was tight, his mind racing. He couldn’t ignore the frustration building inside him. Everything had changed, and he couldn’t figure out why his heart still hurt.
As they turned to leave, Lyla seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the black Maybach. “What’s wrong with you?” Sean asked, noticing her distracted state.
Lyla blinked, snapping out of her trance. “I think I’m just dizzy from the sun…” she muttered, brushing it off before her phone rang, piercing the moment.