His Public Love Was a Private Lie Novel

Chapter 6 No, that employee hadn't been tipped off by someone else. That had been all me. They'd always thought I was the soft-spoken, easygoing one. What they never realized was that I hadn't climbed to this position by being someone's wife. Even Cyrus had forgotten that somewhere along the way. "Is our PR team asleep at the wheel? Bury it, now!" he roared. "I don't pay you to show up with problems. Idiots!" His voice cracked as he slammed his phone to the floor. When he finally dragged himself back to the villa, Vivian was already there, settling in like she owned the place.

She rushed to him with perfect timing, all watery eyes and trembling lips. She had this red face, like a red marker'd been dragged across it. Sadness might as well have been her day job. "Cyrus, why are you torturing yourself over her?" she whispered. "It's my fault. I wanted too much. I already had you, but I kept needing more, needing to be with you every second." Her tears dripped onto his hand. "This is my fault, right? I shouldn't have pressured you. I shouldn't have taken the job.

I didn't mean to make things worse." To be fair, when Cyrus agreed to bring Vivian in, it hadn't started as a plan to push me out. She'd whispered the idea into his ear day after day, and in a moment of stupidity and ego, he said yes. But now, seeing her crocodile tears only made him irritated. Vivian still hadn't figured it out, her crying didn't work on him anymore. "But Cyrus," she whispered, "you deserve better than her. She doesn't belong by your side anymore. But I do. We can finally be together, openly, honestly." That was the final straw.

Just as she leaned in to kiss him, Cyrus grabbed a folder off the table and smacked her across the face with it. Vivian hit the floor, stunned. 26679 "Tell me, Vivian!" he shouted, eyes bloodshot. "Were you the one behind all this?! Are you the reason she left?!" Vivian stared at him, terrified. "You...you hit me? You actually hit me?!" This time, her tears were real. And the folder hurt like hell. Cyrus stood there, chest heaving. "Vivian, you were just something to pass the time. Don't you dare compare yourself to her.' "Master's from the University of Toronto? PhD candidate?

You think that makes you special? You know damn well how you got into school. You think you can measure up to her?" Vivian crawled backward, heart pounding, as Cyrus loomed over her. "Tell me, where is my wife?!" And then something finally clicked in her head. "You mean... you never loved me?" "My lovers can be many," Cyrus said coldly, "but I only have one wife. Now get out. This house belongs to her and me. You have no right to be here." Vivian's tears streamed down her cheeks. She clutched her face and bolted out the door. Cyrus stood alone, weighed down by a sudden, crushing emptiness.

That's when the awful truth settled in: he had truly lost me. The realization hit him like a blow to the chest. He couldn't breathe. So this was what I had felt. This was what "respiratory poisoning" really meant. There is no such thing as shared pain. People only understand once it's their own lungs that refuse to work. To make things worse, Cylyn Group was already starting to crack. The board had never liked Cyrus's impulsive decisions. With the overseas project now dead and billions in investment gone down the drain, the company was reeling.

They'd have to rob Peter to pay Paul just to keep the company afloat. The empire was crumbling. And the queen had already left the castle. 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.