Lyra sprinted into the garden and found a secluded spot to shed her tears.
Clutching her chest, she wept until numbness crept in, dulling the pain. Cassian's silence was the cruelest slap of all, one she never imagined he would deliver.
Despite every hardship she had endured, Lyra had always lived with dignity. But now, after what Cassian had done, she felt like nothing more than discarded trash, used and thrown away.
She had thought that a man like him, someone who had loved a woman so deeply all his life, would understand the feelings of others. But she was wrong.
Cassian cared only for himself, neglecting everyone else.
Wiping away her tears, Lyra glanced around the empty garden. The silence was peaceful, broken only by the chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves—a soothing melody against the ache in her heart.
