“Sean, I have never done you wrong.” Myra suddenly raised her head and looked into the eyes of the happy couple before her. “I don’t know what is the matter with Lyla and your baby, but I have never hurt your child. I have never forgotten my duty as your wife over the past two years. Not only am I serious about our family, but I even kept our marriage a secret and went to work as a designer in the company for your sake. But everything turned out to be my wishful thinking!”
She was always in business attire, which she put on for him as she shed the finicky airs of the daughter of a wealthy family and plunged into the workplace. Although the workplace was beset with difficulties, she never complained of exhaustion or thought of flinching for the sake of his career. Sadly, her smart attire looked intimidating at a glance, for it seemed too rigid and out of place compared to the long green dress that showed off one’s tenderness.
“Do you know nothing about the baby?” Sean narrowed his eyes while staring icily at the lady before him. “Myra, should I say that you’re deliberately acting dumb or trying to shirk your responsibility? Would Lyla and I have lost the baby had you not offered a spiked drink to her back then?! What kind of show are you trying to put up with right now? Don’t you think you’re too full of yourself?!”
Offering Lyla a spiked drink…
Myra seemed to have grasped something, for she suddenly raised her head to look at Sean. “I never offered her any drinks. Did she miscarry her baby after our encounter?” She said the last sentence in a whisper.
Sean’s expression turned even colder. “That’s right. Didn’t you say you went to meet Lyla to reassure her by telling her that you wouldn’t marry me? Why did you get rid of our baby?! And why did you end up marrying me?!”
Myra opened her mouth; her face instantly turned as white as a sheet. It was her fault for not keeping her promise by marrying Sean, but the baby… The baby…
“I’ve never spiked any of her drinks! I wasn’t the one who spiked the drink… Besides, how do you two know that she miscarried the baby because of the drink?”
Lyla is a cunning woman, so what if she said that on purpose to set me up just like what she did just now? Myra looked desperately at Sean as if she had found a clue.
Just then, Lyla wept in a low voice, “Sean… that’s enough… The baby… didn’t have the luck to come to this world… Don’t blame Myra anymore… I have given up long ago…”
Sean’s face was as black as thunder. Staring at Myra, he uttered word by word, “You didn’t offer her any spiked drinks?! Ha… Do you know that Lyla was rushed to the hospital for miscarriage shortly after stepping out of the cafe? She asked the waiter to keep the cup she used back then, and it was found out afterward that the drink in it had been spiked with something you prepared beforehand!”
Myra trembled violently. She didn’t know what had gone wrong, but she didn’t do anything to that cup of coffee. “I didn’t… I really didn’t…”
She didn’t know how else to explain herself, as she had already been labeled as a vicious woman in Sean’s mind a long time ago; he even accused her of trying to kill Eris when that woman jumped into the water that time…
Tears rolled down Myra’s cheeks as she closed her eyes. “Alright, I know that you’ll never believe me no matter what I say right now.” She shifted her gaze toward Lyla, who was crying miserably next to Sean as if the former had really killed her baby. But she knows better than anyone else whether I’ve killed her baby! thought Myra to herself.
“Lyla, you said just now that you hadn’t won because you were waiting for all this to happen, aren’t you?” Myra sank her fingernails deep into her palm to stop herself from shouting furiously at the couple before her. “You’ve won now… Sean, I’m merely a vicious woman to you anyway. Aren’t you waiting for me to ask for a divorce? You’ve been finding excuses for her and finding fault with me since she came back. You accused me of killing your baby simply because you want to leave yourself some leeway so that you can reaccept the woman who had once dumped you! I shall grant your wishes then!”
Sean stared fixedly at Myra’s teary eyes as tears sparkled in them. Suddenly, Lyla cried out, “Ouch! You’ve hurt my hand, Sean!”
Sean immediately came to his senses and lowered his head to let Lyla’s charmingly pitiful expression come into view. He knew that he was consumed with worry when he received Lyla’s text message just now. Even though he hated this woman, he knew that he still loved her and feared that she would suffer injustice. Myra, on the other hand, should have been abandoned by me in the first place, for she had made so many mistakes. She should be content now that I have honored her with two years of marriage!
As the idea crossed his mind, the inexplicable feeling he had deep down inside upon hearing Myra’s blessing just now vanished when he looked up again to meet her gaze. He pursed his lips before sneering coldly. “It’s best to do so,” he said. Then, as if recalling something, he suddenly said to Myra, “I will return every single percent of the Stark Family’s shares that you invested in the Chase Group back then.”
As expected, he’s eager to make a clean break with me as soon as possible after Lyla came back. Myra had been in despair in the first place, but the realization that she was truly going to give up her love for Sean still pained her so much that she couldn’t breathe. “As you please.”
She felt as if her heart had been slashed brutally with a blunt saw. It hurt very much, yet she still had to force herself to keep her pride. Straightening her back, she stepped very slowly toward the cafe’s exit.
The bright sunshine outside sketched Myra’s figure in outline, making her seem much skinnier than before at a glance. The world outside was lively and bustling, but she looked lonely and desolate.
Sean had been unfamiliar with this side of Myra. A nameless feeling that seemed to have come to him a long time ago surged up within him, making him feel the urge to go after her…
“Sean, you’re unwilling to let me suffer injustice, after all…” Lyla got up from Sean’s embrace without knowing what to do. Staring timidly at him with a mixture of sorrow, grievance, and heart-rending determination, she said, “You’re here, after all. I was afraid that you wouldn’t come… Sean… you believe me, don’t you? I didn’t mean to leave you back then… I love you… I had my own difficulties at the time…”
Lyla bet with herself on this day that she would definitely win against Myra in this battle if Sean came to the cafe. As expected, she won a brilliant and clear-cut victory, rendering Myra totally unable to fight back.
Snapped out of his trance-like state by the woman in his arms, Sean lowered his head to look at Lyla, who still had a horrifying slap mark on her face. This mark was left by Myra; that woman has always been so vicious, unlike the kindhearted, delicate, and defenseless Lyla.
Would she have left me and went alone from Bradfort City to the United States if it weren’t for my mom’s coercion and Myra’s viciousness? Would both of us have misunderstood each other for two years and not gotten back together until now if it weren’t for that?
