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Chapter 3 LYLA

Word Count: 1474    |    Released on: 07/08/2026

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ache so sharp I swear someone is sq

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Why say it like that?

my headach

plash cold water on my face, and p

and in hand, a tiny voice whispers, "W

hought down

ot goin

and locking the door behind me, I

wedding. Ignore your confusi

ugh the glass doors, I

eyeing, and tapping each other's shoulder

omach

t let it be

meets me halfway across the lobby, wil

I whisper, b

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ay. Like, frostbite-level mood. Something happened this morning. No one knows w

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day he's doi

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own mode while I'm

the warnin

my shoulder a

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ntly. "Yes, M

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ut instead of launching into instructions, he paus

ers are tight like he is c

ng okay?" I

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n't ela

speaking again w

e Zurich branch. Delays. Miscommunication. And of cou

but beneath it... he sounds

help?

need you to reorganize these reports. Prioritize everythi

up sh

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flickers there... something raw,

or

ates. "P

e other

than he should. "Nothi

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isper. "I'll

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towards hi

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rwork on my tab

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just...

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ice. "You okay, tho

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ddi

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asked ab

'm sleeping or eatin

he stop n

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leaves

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, surprisingly. More like someone w

ute, we s

in a way that makes my ches

not h

pped bre

up. "How do

it matter-of-factly, like observing my nu

ad water,"

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and eat one bite. J

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eave. He just sits there,

u here?" I

like you needed so

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e to... do tha

also know that pretending you're f

oat ti

ees me. And that scare

eath. "I'm just st

His certainty is

as he rarely us

" he says quietly. "And no

ar, relief, and confusion, mixin

hone buzzes. He checks th

," he murmurs

ponse, he stands and walks away

n hand, heart hammer

because of anything he said, bu

day ends, I'm alread

?`, hours ago. I told him it was

t answer

s always. I drop my bag on the couch, kic

ce is suf

ees. I don't cry, exactly, but something inside

tinctively, hoping it's Ryan, even thou

's not

Alexa

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rget the e

detached reminder. But somehow... so

lite `Got it` b

nsent message and whisper

happeni

have the

between Ryan and Alexander, between who I am and who I'm pretendin

rom tearing op

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