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Chapter 11
Lyra's POV As I walked away, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, but this time, they weren’t just tears of sadness, they were tears of resolve. I knew, deep down, that I deserved more than what Kurtis was offering. And if he couldn’t see that, then maybe it was time I started seeing it for myself. The sun set, casting a warm glow over the villa. I stood on the veranda, leaning on the railing, my thoughts tangled. I had tried to distance myself from Kurtis, to push my feelings away, but seeing him earlier had shaken my resolve. Kurtis had been standing by the window, his face a mask of conflict and emotion. He hadn’t mentioned Angela, but the tension in the air was thick. And now, as I watched the last rays of sunlight disappear, I felt him before I saw him. Kurtis step
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