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

Chapter 388: The question caught Nyla off guard. It was rare for Hana to broach such a sensitive topic, but Nyla answered candidly, "If he truly cared about the baby, he would've sought justice for him." "Maybe Mr. Brooks has his reasons. He did everything he could to save you; that must count for something," Hana offered gently. Nyla didn't dismiss her words outright. When Ethan said that her life was more important, her resolve had wavered. But what about the time she was taken away by Murray and tied to the sea stack by those people? Ethan had watched her suffer all night.

It wasn't protection; it was punishment, a bitter lesson etched into her memory. That event had scarred her heart, leaving a mark so deep it seemed impossible to heal. Could such cold detachment ever be called care? They believed she was blind to the truth, but she had seen through it all. In those desperate moments, she had chosen silence-not out of ignorance, but out of sheer will to survive. "Hana," she began, her voice heavy with resignation, "Ethan and I can never return to what we once were.

Our time together may not have been long, but every single thing we've endured is burned into my soul." Her words carried the weight of a pain so profound it felt like a crushing tide, suffocating and inescapable. Hana saw the futility of arguing and left with a sigh. Later, in the solitude of her room, Nyla reached for her phone and dialed Candy's number. Calling Bonnie was out of the question-Ethan would surely find out-leaving Candy as her only ally. "I hope this is good news," Candy said as she picked up. Her voice was sharp, laced with humor.

"If it's about slapping that Higgins woman, I'll grab a cab and be there in no time." Nyla pinched the bridge of her nose, questioning Candy's reliability for a moment. Lㆀ$† Ç₳þŧëяŞ |η ĠałnøνεlŞ.cøm Steadying her voice, she replied, "I want out. I'm being confined right now, and contacting anyone else risks my husband finding out. You're my only option." "Give me the address and a time. I'll handle it," Candy said without missing a beat. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "And if you're filing for divorce, I can assist with that, too." "My husband is Ethan Brooks," Nyla revealed.

"Oh," Candy replied with mock dismay. "That's way above my pay grade. Wait three years and then file for divorce." The response was quick, almost too casual, but it carried the weight of hard truth. Nyla had meticulously planned her escape, her mind overflowing with strategies. A sudden pang of regret struck her. When she had the chance to leave the villa, she hadn't seized it. Now that she was trapped again, she was eager to break free and leave the city for good. "Ugh, I'm such a fool," Nyla whispered to herself, her voice echoing in the solitude. . . .