Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

BLUEPRINT 122 Summary Grayson deeply regrets taking Harper back to his old home, hoping it would break down the emotional barriers she had built to keep him at a distance. Instead, it only revealed his long-hidden secret, causing a rift between them. Harper's eyes showed hatred after learning the truth, and Grayson felt the pain of that rejection intensely. Unlike previous arguments, this revelation made their situation irreversible, as Harper now saw him differently despite his confession of love. Haunted by his past writings about Harper, Grayson struggles with frustration and regret.

He never expected Harper to find the notebook containing his private thoughts, which shattered the image he wanted her to remember - the early days of their relationship when she still had feelings for him. Even though he believed Harper's feelings for Maddox were not genuine, Grayson feels defeated now that his secret is out, fearing Maddox might discover it and react violently, especially given Maddox's cold behavior regarding Kate's downfall. Unable to sleep, Grayson obsesses over Harper's social media posts flaunting her time with Maddox, fueling his jealousy and anger.

The sight of Harper sitting on Maddox's lap in a club's VIP section intensifies his frustration. Tiffany, who has been awake and working on a surprise for him, tries to comfort him, but Grayson's mood remains heavy due to his loss of Harper's love and attention. Despite Tiffany's encouragement about his upcoming award nominations, Grayson feels overshadowed by Maddox's success. As the night wears on, Grayson attempts to find solace with Tiffany, now pregnant, seeking closeness to momentarily forget his troubles.

However, his thoughts keep drifting back to Harper, leaving him restless and filled with self-loathing. Just as he lies awake, his phone buzzes with a message from Maddox, which Grayson reads repeatedly, unsure of its meaning and the implications it might hold. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 122 Grayson Taking Harper back to my old home was a decision I immediately regretted. I had hoped that moment would shatter the walls she'd been building around herself, the ones meant to keep me at a distance. Instead, it turned out to be the biggest mistake I'd ever made.

She now knew the truth, and there was nothing I could do to undo it. Not only did I catch the hatred burning in her eyes before she left me at that house, but I also felt it deep inside me. Since she returned to San Francisco, Harper and I had clashed a few times, but those arguments were always temporary. I could bounce back from them because I was certain of her feelings for me, no matter what happened between us. But this time was different. With my secret finally exposed, there was no going back. She understood how I truly felt about her now.

Yet, when I looked into her eyes after telling her I loved her, they reflected nothing but emptiness. It was as if those words meant absolutely nothing to her anymore. I had hurt her beyond repair, and somehow, I thought that was the right moment to confess my love. Sitting alone in my study at 2 a.m., I slammed my palm down on the desk, frustration coursing through me. That moment kept replaying in my mind like a relentless storm. Why had I written all those things about her?

I couldn't even use the excuse that I was young and reckless back then, because I'd been writing those thoughts for years. I never imagined she'd go through the trouble of finding that box and uncovering the notebook. I hadn't even looked at it in ages. I'd thought bringing her back to the treehouse would boost my ego, remind her of the early days when she first started falling for me - when she'd catch herself staring, silently wishing I'd make a move. I wanted her to remember that even though she had moved on, I would always be the one.

Even though I was certain she'd loved me for so long that her feelings for Maddox weren't genuine, it felt like Maddox had won now that my most guarded secret was out in the open. The last thing I wanted was for Maddox to find out, but I convinced myself it wouldn't happen. I believed their relationship lacked the openness for Harper to share what had happened between us, or how she'd always felt about me. That thought gave me some comfort, but it didn't erase the fear that Maddox might discover the truth. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

He never admitted he was behind what happened to Kate, but we all knew from the cold way he treated the situation. After that day, Kate was never the same. She struggled to find new clients unless Tiffany helped her out. I'd watched Tiffany and her mother tiptoe around Maddox, trying not to provoke him. And there I was, wondering if Harper would end up making me one of his targets. I should have gone to bed hours ago. I had a long day ahead, but I was still trapped in that moment when Harper confronted me.

My eyes were glued to my phone screen, scrolling endlessly for two hours, torturing myself with every post that deepened the ache in my chest. Maddox might have shared similar updates, but I couldn't tear myself away from Harper's page. She'd posted over twenty times in just a couple of hours, flaunting every second she spent with him - from their dinner together to Clara Edevane playing the piano. There was even a painting Maddox had made of her. I couldn't appreciate how beautiful it was; all I felt was envy, anger, jealousy, and regret.

Just as I told myself to stop and get some rest, another post appeared. This time, they were in the VIP section of an exclusive club. Harper was sitting on Maddox's lap, and his hand rested possessively on her waist. The image made me want to flip my desk over in frustration. The creak of the door pulled me away from my screen. Tiffany stood there in a silky nightgown, her hair perfectly in place, making me wonder if she'd slept at all. As she stepped closer, it was clear she'd been wide awake the entire time.

"Babe, still working?" she asked, her voice sharp and clear, confirming she hadn't been asleep. I quickly closed Harper's page and leaned back in my chair, trying to pretend I was shutting down my computer. "Yeah, I had a lot to do, but I'm done now. Did you get any sleep?" She stood behind me, hands resting gently on my shoulders. "Nope. I couldn't sleep without you." I knew she was just trying to be sweet. There had been plenty of nights when she managed to sleep just fine without me. "If you couldn't sleep, what kept you up?" I asked, curiosity creeping into my voice.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder. "I was working on your surprise." "Every time you mention that, I get more excited," I admitted. "Are you sure about that?" she teased with a half-smile. "What do you mean?" She sighed softly. "You don't sound very excited right now." She was right, and I didn't bother defending myself. I'd been good at hiding my bad moods before, but not this time. How could I, knowing I'd truly lost Harper's love and attention? "But you know what?" she kissed my cheek. "You don't sound excited because you've been working nonstop since midnight.

You definitely deserve those nominations at the upcoming Young Power List Awards. You won a few last year, and you can do it again." I sighed, standing up reluctantly. "The difference is, this time your brother is nominated in every category." I expected her to rally me, to say I could still come out on top, but instead, she pursed her lips and said, "Now that I think about it, an award shouldn't define how excellent you are." I was disappointed but not surprised. Maddox had accomplished so much since taking over the company, bringing in massive profits in record time.

But the last thing I wanted was to lose to him - especially when it came to Harper. Close to 3 a.m., I brushed my teeth, changed into fresh clothes, and climbed into bed beside Tiffany. I desperately wanted to sleep, but I knew shutting my eyes wouldn't be easy. My mind needed a reset, a way to block out Harper. That's why I placed my hand on Tiffany's waist and kissed her shoulder. She turned toward me and pressed her lips to mine. Now that she was pregnant, we had to take things slow, but I craved that closeness to forget everything else.

For a few minutes, I lost myself in the moment, convinced I was doing well. But as I collapsed beside her afterward, my thoughts drifted back to Harper, and I hated myself for it. Tiffany soon fell asleep, but I lay there in the dark, staring at nothing. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Maddox - one I read over and over, trying to make sure I understood it right. Conclusion Grayson's turmoil in this chapter reveals the profound weight of secrets and the painful consequences they can bring to relationships built on trust and love.

His regret and jealousy underscore the complexity of his emotions, torn between past mistakes and present realities. The raw vulnerability he experiences, alongside the contrast between his memories with Harper and her current closeness to Maddox, highlights the fragile nature of affection when exposed to harsh truths. Despite the tension and heartache, the chapter also hints at the enduring human desire for connection and redemption. Grayson's moments with Tiffany, though tinged with distraction and sorrow, suggest a search for solace amidst chaos.

Expect moments where vulnerability clashes with pride, and where the characters' true feelings threaten to surface despite their best efforts to keep them hidden. Meanwhile, the shadow of Maddox looms larger, not just as a rival in business and love, but as a potential catalyst for conflict that could upend everything Grayson holds dear. The message from Maddox that Grayson can't stop rereading hints at a turning point that may force all three to confront uncomfortable truths.

Prepare for a chapter rich with emotional intensity, where loyalties are tested and the fragile balance between past and present teeters on the edge. Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.