She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 567

Photos of Rowan visiting a high-end bridal boutique alone to select a wedding dress were snapped by the media, immediately dominating the financial and entertainment headlines.

When the news reached the Ford family, the entire house buzzed with thinly veiled excitement.

Tabitha stared at the tablet, repeatedly swiping through the photos, a massive smile plastered on her face. She practically gloated to everyone around her. "See? I told you Rowan's heart was with Jasmine. He's personally picking out the wedding dress now. This marriage is completely locked in."

The relatives murmured their agreements, while Tabitha basked in her smugness, fully convinced that Rowan's amnesiac brain had completely erased Lyra and was entirely focused on marrying Jasmine.

Jasmine, too, was glowing with a sickly sweet smile.

But reality slapped them in the face shortly after. It turned out the man picking out the dress wasn't Rowan at all.

It was Leo Chavez!

Because Leo was about to tie the knot with Madeline.

When Madeline finally got Lyra on the phone, Lyra was briefly stunned before offering her most genuine congratulations.

Unbidden, all the vicious things Madeline used to say about Leo flooded her mind, and Lyra couldn't help but laugh to herself.

Back then, Madeline had dragged Leo through the mud—calling him a weak, pale chicken, claiming he possessed zero sex appeal, and openly mocking him as a worn-out man-whore.

No one could have predicted that the two of them, who used to trade endless insults, would end up walking down the aisle together.

"When are you coming back? You have to come to the wedding and be my bridesmaid," Madeline's voice pulled her back to the present.

"I... I might not be able to..."

Come back.

Lyra simply couldn't get the words out.

Madeline immediately picked up on her hesitation. "You're not coming? What the hell are you doing over there, incubating an egg? Seriously, what's keeping you?"

Madeline's brash phrasing sent a cold sweat down Lyra's spine.

She hadn't shown up for her niece and nephew's birthday.

She was profoundly resistant to the idea of returning to Seaborne City. She secretly resolved that if she really couldn't avoid it, she would fake a car accident on the way to the airport, use it as an excuse to miss the wedding, and just send a massive cash gift as an apology.

Their wedding was next month. By then, the baby would be just over three months old.

She probably wouldn't be showing yet.

But the thought of returning home, facing a room full of acquaintances, and dealing with a tidal wave of exhausting drama brought the urge to abort the baby crashing back to the surface.

She felt like she had no face to show anyone.

Carrying the child of a man who didn't love her, without a title, without a ring, and showing up at her best friend's wedding.

Perhaps it was the hormones, but a crushing wave of despair hit her. Lyra grabbed a handful of tissues, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed.

However, just a few days later, a single event forced Lyra straight back to Seaborne City.

Some gossipy teenager had suddenly posted a massive thread online. It was an anonymous deep-dive ranking the romantic inclinations of Seaborne City's three most elite men, analyzing the unforgettable women occupying the hearts of Lucas Chavez, Rowan Jameson, and Waylon Grayson.