LYRA
“How long are we going to keep taking advantage of her before we start planning our wedding?” an unfamiliar female voice questioned, her tone sharp and impatient. “You’ve been with her for two whole years now. Don’t you think it’s about time you left her so we can finally get married?”
Disgusted, I shook my head, tilting my wine glass just enough to catch a glimpse of the woman’s face—the audacity of this vile stranger left me speechless. How could anyone encourage a man to manipulate another woman, to toy with her emotions as if they meant nothing? And to make matters worse, how could she even think of planning her own wedding using the money of the very woman being deceived? It was beyond comprehension.
“I’m just trying to see if I can get some shares from her law firm first,” th
