Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 298: From her position on the couch, Nyla barely glanced up from her phone, her voice carrying practiced indifference. "Yes, they've maintained their posts for several days now." Bonnie raked her fingers through her hair in frustration before approaching Nyla. "And you're simply accepting this? Has he completely lost his mind? What prompted such extreme measures?" The recent tumultuous events remained a mystery to Bonnie, including the escalating tension between Nyla and Callie.

Nyla had shared little, deflecting Bonnie's occasional inquiries with vague references to emotional overreaction. Studio matters consumed Nyla's thoughts, though her mind wandered in a fog of uncertainty. The Brooks family's influence had begun to squeeze her business, with new collaborations dwindling to nearly nothing. While Nyla could weather this storm personally, her employees faced mounting uncertainty. Her personal struggles had triggered an avalanche of consequences. "Please, say something. Are you content to let him exert this control? Is this supposed protection?

Should we fear an assassin's bullet?" Bonnie struggled to rationalize Ethan's unprecedented behavior. "I'm filing for divorce," Nyla announced with unsettling serenity. Bonnie froze, remembering vividly how deeply Nyla had once loved Ethan. In a moment of vulnerability, when Nyla's judgment had seemed clouded, Bonnie had questioned the longevity of their relationship. Nyla had declared her willingness to remain his secret lover indefinitely, a statement that had horrified Bonnie at the time. "What did you just say?" Bonnie pressed her hand first to her own forehead, then to Nyla's.

"You're serious about divorcing Ethan?" She paced, muttering, "No fever... but something's terribly wrong. Though I've always hoped you'd leave him, this sudden decision... what happened?" Nyla finally looked up, her expression unreadable. Exclusive content available at gⱯlnσνs․com The fire that had once burned so brightly in her eyes was gone, replaced by a distant, muted emptiness. Bonnie felt her stomach sink. She had always known Nyla to be someone whose cool exterior masked an unrelenting passion.

Once Nyla cared about someone, she held on with everything she had, no matter how impossible it seemed. Her love was stubborn and all-consuming, her hope unwavering. But now, there was nothing. "Nyla," Bonnie's voice trembled as she settled beside her friend. "What has he done to you? Tell me, and I'll confront him myself." Nyla maintained her relaxed posture, but her words carried the weight of profound realization. "Bonnie, exhaustion has finally caught up with me. These three years of loving him-brief, perhaps, but each day etched permanently in my memory.

He drew me from the depths of despair, and I truly believed we would share a lifetime together." A ghost of a smile touched Nyla's lips as she turned to face Bonnie. "I was blinded by my own naivety." . . .