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Lyra's POV Two weeks had passed since I had told Kurtis to stay away from me, and the ache in my heart only grew heavier with each passing day. I thought about him constantly, replaying our last moments together, where everything felt so right until reality shattered it all. The weight of my decision to marry someone else was suffocating, a constant reminder of what I was leaving behind. It was a Friday night, and I found myself at a dinner party with Ella and a group of friends. Laughter filled the air, and music pulsed through the room, but it did little to lift my spirits. I sipped on my drink, trying to immerse myself in the festivities, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Kurtis. I wondered how he was handling everything, if he was still angry with me, or if he missed me too. “Ly