Chapter 78
Myra couldn’t help but cry out in agony as a wave of sharp pain surged through her, cold sweat forming on her forehead. “Have you lost your mind, Sean Chase?”
Sean’s eyes were dark and menacing, like a hellhound emerging from the depths of hell, his chest heaving with uncontrollable fury. With a bitter sneer, he snapped, “I was wondering why you’ve been avoiding my calls lately, and now I find out you’ve been hanging out with Elliot Samson! You really are something else!”
Earlier, he had been having dinner with a business representative to discuss a project when he received Lyla’s phone call. Without hesitation, he had rushed out, abandoning the meeting. At first, he had been skeptical about Lyla’s intentions, but now, seeing it with his own eyes, he knew there was no mistake.
“Myra Stark, didn’t you say you loved me? Is this your version of love? Acting all affectionate with another man?” His rage was evident in his face, his eyes so cold it seemed like he wanted to tear her apart. “Your love is truly cheap!”
Myra’s eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at the man in front of her, his words cutting deeper than any physical pain. I’ve always loved him unconditionally, she thought, but why does he keep trampling on my heart like this?
“Let go of me!” Her voice trembled, but she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him. Instead, she sneered, trying to mask her hurt. “Sean Chase, if you really hate me so much, why would I keep foolishly loving a man who doesn’t love me back? And as for your accusation, it’s absurd! Do you really want me to count how many women you’ve been involved with these past two years?”
It was as if all the years of one-sided love, the despair she had kept bottled up, finally came pouring out with those words. Even though she knew they wouldn’t change anything, especially since he didn’t care about her anymore, she had to speak her truth.
For a moment, Sean stood frozen. The coldness around him seemed to melt, his usual icy demeanor faltering. He hadn’t expected Myra to say such things, and her words about no longer loving a man who didn’t love her hit him harder than he would admit. Despite himself, a hint of panic washed over him, though he couldn’t understand why.
“I…” He faltered, conflicted. He wanted to say something—anything—to stop the growing distance between them, but the words got stuck in his throat. His gaze darkened again, and he tightened his grip on her wrist. “Stop changing the subject! I thought you were sincere with me, despite your flaws, but now I see you’re just with Elliot Samson!”
Myra had not anticipated the sudden increase in force. The pain surged through her again, causing her face to turn pale, but she bit her lip, holding back tears. With a mocking laugh, she managed, “You think I’m not sincere enough?”
Sean’s intense stare didn’t waver, and Myra felt more helpless than ever before. “So, who’s sincere enough for you, then? Lyla Fisher?” She pointed at the woman standing beside him, her voice thick with despair. “Have you forgotten who stayed by your side all those times? Who supported you when things were tough? Sean Chase, I’ve put up with your indifference for two years because you said you didn’t love me yet. But now, I’m done.”
Her voice broke as she struggled to free her wrist, the pain radiating through her arm. Finally, with sheer determination, she managed to shake him off and sprinted away without looking back.