"Look at them! Even after everything I’ve done, they’re still together?! That cheap woman!"
Lyra slammed her camera lens against the dashboard, her voice shaking with fury. Her eyes narrowed with hatred as she watched Vania and Devandra exit the office building together.
Devandra’s arm was draped over Vania’s shoulder, and the two were laughing—
As if there had never been pain.
As if the past had never happened.
“You’re unbelievable, Devandra... After everything I did for you, you went back to that w***e?”
Her voice was low, but poisonous. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel so tightly that her nails dug into the leather, like she wanted to tear it apart.
Lyra's car was parked not far from Devandra’s office building. She had been sitting there for over an hour.
Waiting. Watchin
