I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 29

After a long moment, Maxwell cursed under his breath.

Since when had Lyra gained the power to hijack his thoughts?

The night dragged on, plunging the massive villa into absolute silence.

Two separate rooms. Two people. Separated by nothing but a single wooden door, yet standing on opposite sides of an uncrossable abyss.

The next morning.

When Maxwell woke up, the door to the guest room was still firmly shut.

He had long grown accustomed to Lyra waking him up with a soft voice, her having already laid out a perfectly coordinated suit for his day.

Now, there was nothing.

"You brought this on yourself, Lyra."

He had spent the entire night agonizing over one specific question.

And by morning, he finally had an answer.

Why had he been acting so out of character these past two days?

Why was every single move Lyra made suddenly consuming his mind?

He found the perfect justification.

It was just habit.

Even if he didn't love Lyra, they had spent years living under the same roof. He was human; he couldn't just switch off his humanity overnight.

But as for love? His heart had belonged to Aria from the very beginning. There was absolutely no way he harbored feelings for Lyra.

"You used to be satisfied just holding the title of Mrs. Sterling. Now, you're demanding far too much. I can't give it to you, and I never will."

"Throw your little tantrums, but don't push your luck. I can give you one or two chances, but there will absolutely not be a third. This is the third time. Suit yourself."

Leaving those words to the empty hallway, Maxwell walked out.

He was certain Lyra was already awake.

And he was right—she had barely slept a wink.

Lyra had spent the entire night obsessing over how to pry her grandmother's heirloom from Maxwell's grip.

But she didn't even have the slightest clue where he had hidden it.

Knock, knock—

The sound snapped Lyra out of her trance. She walked over and opened the door.

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