Chapter 69
As the beloved younger sister of the Langley family’s successor and a well-known celebrity, Estelle had always been bold and fearless.
The moment Myra spotted her, a faint smile graced her lips, easing some of her weariness. She approached her friend with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“Wow, you’re actually keeping a low profile today. I thought you thrived on being recognized.”
Estelle, with her back to the door, instantly turned at the familiar voice. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, she still shot a glare in Myra’s direction. Realizing Myra couldn’t see her expression, she pulled them off, revealing an even sharper glare.
“Cut the nonsense! What on earth is going on? Sean was in a panic when he called me, saying you moved out. Is it true?”
“Mm-hmm.” Myra remained composed, signaling a waiter to bring them two glasses of lemon juice. Lifting her gaze to meet Estelle’s worried eyes, she gave a calm smile. “Why the concern? Weren’t you the one always telling me to leave Sean? Now that I have, why do you look so distressed?”
Estelle frowned, concern deepening in her features. No one knew better than her how deeply Myra had loved Sean. Since their university days, Myra had devoted all her passion and youth to that man, chasing after him like he was the center of her world. Now, seeing Myra so indifferent unsettled Estelle.
Taking a deep breath, she hesitated before saying, “I heard Lyla is back.”
“Yeah.” Myra’s tone remained light, betraying no hint of sadness.
Estelle pursed her lips. “And? That’s it? Don’t tell me you’re just going to step aside and let her take your place.”
“What else can I do?” Myra’s voice was calm, yet her gaze softened at the worry in Estelle’s eyes. “The truth is, whether she came back or not, I was always going to have to step aside. You know it too—Sean never loved me. And honestly… I want to start over.”
Estelle clenched her fists. “Before, I couldn’t wait for you to divorce him. But now that it’s actually happening… Myra, I can’t accept it.”
Myra turned her gaze to the bustling street outside, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing left for me to hold onto.”
Sean’s drunken murmurs from last night still echoed in her heart, stinging like hailstones against fragile glass. He had never let go of Lyla. No matter how unfair it was, Myra knew she had to.
“Well, if you’re determined to move on, that’s great!” Estelle’s voice turned fierce as she slammed her hand on the table. “Listen to me. Sean actually wanted me to convince you to go back. Can you believe that? But when I heard you’d finally left, I was ecstatic. This time, you cannot let your heart soften. I swear, if you pack your bags and go back just because that old lady cries a few crocodile tears, I will disown you as my friend.”
Myra chuckled, though there was a trace of sadness in her smile. “I won’t be going back… Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”