His Public Love Was a Private Lie Novel

Chapter 2 By the time I got home, Cyrus was already gone. I stood in the house I had turned into a home, one detail at a time. It was full of traces of us, of him. I used to think I could spend the rest of my life here with him. As long as Cyrus was in it, this house felt like home. Our wedding photo still hung on the wall, fixed smiles that felt like a mockery now. "You're back?" Cyrus's voice came from behind me. I replied with a quiet "Yeah," and that seemed to throw him off. Maybe he'd expected me to explode, to scream and fight. He probably came prepared for it.

Now he looked unsettled, so he spoke first. "Evelyn, come on, we're not kids anymore. We're almost thirty. You can't expect my entire Facebook to be about you, right? Think about how that looks to my business contacts." He still had no idea what I actually cared about. "Right, how would that look to other people," I echoed flatly. Seeing me so calm, he quickly changed the subject. "Vivian's parents invited us over for dinner." "I don't have the appetite for other people's food. You go." He didn't care. "Alright, probably better that way. Your stomach's always been bad.

Try to rest after dinner, don't wait up.' My stomach problems started in the company's early days, when we wined and dined our way through every business meeting to keep the company afloat. And "don't wait up" probably meant he was spending the night at someone else's place. He grabbed his coat and was heading out when he stopped. "Oh right, how's our first overseas market expansion going? Think we'll land the deal?" "Yeah." He stepped closer and said softly, "Don't be mad anymore, Evelyn. I still love you. See? I'm still keeping track of you, right?" "This life is between us.

As long as we both see it, that's enough." Was he really keeping memories of us, or had this just become a dull task on someone else's to-do list? He left. And the moment the door clicked shut, something inside me locked away for good. The wetness on my cheeks itched. I wiped it off and called my lawyer, "Hi, I need you to draft a divorce petition." Then I called my overseas market assistant, "Linda, from now on, handle all negotiations under my personal name.

We'll no longer be using Cylyn Group for these contracts." Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.