The Wife He Left Behind（83）

Chapter 83

Myra was taken aback by the sudden shift in Lyla’s demeanor. The woman had been so cold and calculating just moments ago, and now she was weeping, playing the victim as if everything that had transpired was Myra’s fault.

For a brief moment, Myra considered how easy it would be to let Lyla manipulate her, but she quickly reminded herself why she was here in the first place. She had come for answers—answers about the child Lyla had once carried, and how it tied into the mess that had been her relationship with Sean.

Trying to keep her composure, Myra looked down at the stack of photos Lyla had laid out before her. The images were graphic, showing moments of intimacy between Sean and Lyla, moments that Myra had never known about. The pictures were damning, and Myra’s heart sank as she thought of the lies Sean had told her over the years.

Lyla, still pretending to be a sobbing victim, continued her act. “Myra, I never wanted things to turn out this way. I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not you. You and Sean, you had everything, while I… I had nothing. I just wanted to have a place in his heart, just like you did.” Lyla’s voice cracked, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction behind her eyes that Myra couldn’t ignore.

Despite the anger bubbling inside her, Myra forced herself to take a deep breath. “You think I have everything, Lyla?” Myra’s voice was steady but laced with bitterness. “You think I wanted this life? This marriage? You think I wanted to be stuck in a loveless relationship with a man who doesn’t even care about me?” She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Lyla’s. “You wanted revenge, and now you’re playing the victim. But the truth is, you’re just as manipulative as the rest of them.”

Lyla’s eyes widened slightly, her expression faltering for a split second before she quickly regained control. “You don’t understand, Myra. You never have,” she said, her voice turning venomous once again. “Sean loved me. He never loved you. That’s why he pushed me away, because he was afraid of what he felt for me. And you… you were just in the way. You were always in the way.”

The words stung, but Myra refused to let them break her. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, but she would not give Lyla the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

“You’re delusional, Lyla,” Myra replied, her voice icy. “Sean didn’t love you. He used you, and you used him right back. This has never been about love; it’s been about power, control, and revenge. And you’re not going to get away with it.”

The tension in the air was thick, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. Lyla sat there, her expression unreadable, while Myra could only watch her, trying to process everything that had just happened. Lyla had laid bare her manipulations, and Myra was certain there was much more to the story than what she had already revealed.

Finally, Myra broke the silence. “What happened to the child, Lyla? Why did you say you were carrying Sean’s baby if you never intended to keep it?” Her question hung in the air, demanding an answer.

Lyla’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, a genuine emotion—fear—crossed her face. “That’s not for you to know,” she whispered, her voice low and trembling. “Some things are better left in the past.”

But Myra was relentless. “No. I need to know. You can’t just use me to get to Sean and expect me to walk away without the truth.”

Lyla’s composure wavered again, but she quickly gathered herself, her mask of strength slipping momentarily. “Fine. You want to know what happened? After I lost the baby, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. But Sean… he never wanted the child. He made it clear that I was nothing but a mistake in his eyes. A mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life.”

Lyla paused, her face twisted with emotion. “And so I did what I had to do. I kept the secret. I made sure no one knew, and I cut all ties. But Sean—he never forgave me. He went on to marry you, even though he still had feelings for me. And now look at you, Myra. All the pain, all the lies—it’s all come full circle.”

Myra sat there, stunned by the revelation. She had expected lies, deceit, but she hadn’t expected this level of manipulation. She had come here for answers, but now it seemed like everything was more tangled than ever.

Lyla’s voice broke through her thoughts, bitter and cold. “So, tell me, Myra. What are you going to do with all this information? You can leave now, or you can stay and confront the truth. But just know this: you can never change what’s already happened.”

Myra stood up slowly, her mind racing with the new truths she had uncovered. She had come here to seek answers, but now she was more confused than ever. As she turned to leave, she spoke, her voice steady and unyielding. “I’ll deal with the truth, Lyla. But I won’t let you win. Not now, not ever.”

With that, she walked out of the cafeteria, leaving Lyla behind, a smug look still lingering on her face.