Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)
Chapter 87

"Do you genuinely love me? Do you love me all this while?" Sean suddenly lowered his head and stared fixedly at the lady before him. His voice was soft, but it had many feelings mixed in it. "Were you really forced to leave me against your will back then?! Do you really have no relationship with other men?!"

Sean threw several questions in a row as though he was wagering his life on them.

Lyra clutched the clothes on his chest with tears in her eyes. "I have always loved you and nobody else. I was forced to leave you against my will back then, and I... have no relationship with other men!" she answered. Suppressing the inexplicable misgivings within her with all her might, she turned her head away and bit her lip upon seeing that Sean had noticed her crying. "Actually, I shouldn't have returned to the country. You married Myra, and your mom likes her and dislikes me... I... I..."

With his warm fingers, Sean wiped the tears on her cheeks, which seemed to scald his heart. Over the years, he had been tossing and turning restlessly without getting a good sleep. He hated Lyla, yet he couldn't run away from the fact that he still loved this woman...

Now that the cat was out of the bag, what else could he be discontented with?

Sean looked at the charming and teary little face before him as the longing he had at his young age was fulfilled at last. Lyla is the woman I truly love! She suffered a lot as well back then; not only was she forced by my mom to leave Bratfort City, but she also lost our baby...

"Don't leave again..." He suddenly planted a tender kiss on her face before taking her into his arms. Then, he pleaded in a husky voice, "Don't leave me again, Lyla."

At this moment, Lyla's mouth finally curved in a triumphant smile. I just know that Sean can't escape from my grasp, be it two years ago and two years later! With this thought in mind, the pent-up anger that she had harbored for two years was vented at last.

Meanwhile, the four men had been drinking their coffee calmly nearby.

Elliot truly felt very sorry for Myra after watching the scenes unfold. He sighed inwardly while thinking to himself, This is so unexpected. Myra looks like a smart and capable woman in the workplace, but she is often thrown into unfavorable situations in her marriage. Not only that, but she even ends up having her husband stolen by another woman.

He sneaked a look at Tony, who had been drinking coffee with a totally unperturbed expression from start to finish. Tony did take a glance back when things were starting to heat up, but honestly, he looked as if he didn't care about the woman at all.

Just then, Tony's coffee cup suddenly fell onto the saucer with a clatter, causing coffee to splash out and splatter onto Elliot's cuff by accident. Elliot's expression changed subtly; he immediately stopped disguising his furtive glance and looked grovelingly at Tony. "Tony, shall we leave now that we've finished drinking our coffee?"

"Uh-huh," Tony stood up and uttered before stepping outside right away.

When Elliot finally came to his senses, he looked at the couple, who were still locked in a happy embrace by the window, but there was no longer any sign of Tony at the door. "Wait a minute... Could Tony have gone chasing after women? Could the woman be... Myra?"

Myra knew that she wasn't fit for driving in her current state. After leaving the cafe, she walked a distance ahead until she could no longer see the cafe; only then did she stretch out her hand and wave to the taxis on the street with a vacant expression.

She felt as though she had just had a nightmare, in which she was finally frank with Sean and quickly ended this marriage.

Soon, a silver-gray sports car quietly drove up to her.

The silver-gray color looks familiar. I suppose this car probably belongs to someone I know, thought Myra to herself. After closing her eyes, she clenched the fists at her sides, bent down, and got into the car. The car then drove into a spacious street before joining the flow of thousands of vehicles. The sun was shining brightly outside the car window, and its golden light shone through the tinted car window into the car and onto Myra's palm.

Staring blankly at the lines on her palm in a glance, Myra suddenly found herself too laughable.

Actually, the writing was on the wall for everything. Sean had never touched her over the past two years, and the women he fooled around with always looked like Lyla somehow. He never forgot the woman and had always been waiting for her to return. It was just that she habitually refused to face reality, choosing to accept such a fact.

Sean and Lyla's happiness when they were reunited just now kept replaying in her mind like bees buzzing restlessly in her head, and the sentence 'Sean loves no one else but Lyla forever' kept repeating in her mind... Myra shivered all over before suddenly balling her fists.

Sunlight scattered thinly on her palm-sized face, which had been drenched in tears a long time ago and was so pale that it looked almost transparent.

Just then, she heard what sounded like a sigh coming from the side, followed by a dark blue and black checkered handkerchief that was held out to her by a hand.

The hand was knuckly, with slender and good-looking fingers, but Myra stared blankly at it in a daze and didn't come to her senses until a long time later. When she turned her head sharply, Tony's profile-the features of which looked as pronounced as if made with divine craftsmanship—came into view, catching her off guard.

"It's you..." Surprised, she looked at the man in the driver's seat next to him. Too many emotions flickered across the depths of her eyes, including those of discomfiture, shame, embarrassment, and sadness... Feeling as though her innermost secret had been snooped into, she quickly turned her head back and raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face.

But for some reason, the harder she tried to wipe the tears off her face, the more they became uncontrollable and harder to wipe away. Now that the heavy load on her mind finally toppled over, she rubbed her eyes hard as if trying to vent her emotions. Finally, she covered her face right away and cried her eyes out silently...

She never told anyone how much she loved Sean. She once thought that she would stay with him all her life, bear him a child or two, and slowly bring them up with him. She would stay by his side and watched as he managed the Chase Group's business and advanced from youth to middle age before slowly growing old. They would lean on each other and watch as the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and she would enjoy a happy life with him.

No one knew how much she yearned for the warmth of a family. Her father cheated on her mother, who died very early, leaving her grandfather the only person who took her under his wing the whole time when she was a child. Unfortunately, her grandfather didn't keep her company long enough before passing away. She thought she would own a warm family by marrying Sean, but everything turned out to be her wishful thinking.

No longer able to control herself due to the devastating blow, she sobbed her heart out as if everything she had been depending on for support had crumbled from the ground up.

Just then, the car quietly pulled over at the side of the road.

Placing his hands on the steering wheel, Tony looked steadily at the street ahead of him. His sideburns were combed carefully, and his cheeks looked quite strained.

I have never forgotten my duty as your wife over the past two years. Not only am I serious about our family, but I even kept our marriage a secret and went to work as a designer in the company for your sake. But everything turned out to be my wishful thinking!

The confession Myra made to Sean in the cafe just now felt like a steel blade slashing Tony's heart. Although he was undoubtedly furious, he felt powerless at the same time.

Elliot had been advising him over the past few days that he needn't insist on being together with Myra, a married woman. There were plenty of nice ladies in Bradfort City, plus women were a dime a dozen in the adjacent Springdale City and Glastead City!

With a complicated look in his eyes, Tony turned to look at the woman who was choking with sobs. She no longer appeared as elegant and beautiful as usual, with her face in a mess, her eyes red and swollen, and her tears mixed with snots. Even so, he felt a sharp pang in his heart, and he couldn't help holding the woman beside him to his chest.