Chapter 58
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Chapter 58:
Ethan’s brows drew tight. “Lianne, don’t do something reckless. Frank is not right for you. A man in his position can’t give you the kind of stability you need. Don’t make a mistake you won’t be able to undo later.”
“A mistake?” I lifted a brow in scorn, my eyes hollow with despair. “You mean… cheating?”
I drew in a breath, forced myself to steady down, and continued, “Don’t worry. Until our mate bond is formally broken, I will keep to the basic moral code expected of a Luna. I will not betray you. But by the same token…”
I looked straight into his eyes, my gaze blazing. “You and Ivy should also keep your distance. After all, if pictures get out, I won’t be the only one left humiliated.”
No longer willing to look at his storm-dark face, I turned and walked out of the office.
Lianne’s POV:
As I stepped out of Ethan’s office, the noon sun hit so hard it made my head spin.
I drew in a slow breath, trying to press down the chaos twisting inside my chest, but my mind kept circling back to the same thing: he always took Ivy’s side.
My phone started vibrating inside my bag. Rola was calling.
“Lianne, how was the charity gala last night? Did you enjoy yourself?” Rola’s voice was warm and loving. She obviously had no idea Ivy had been there, much less about the humiliating mess that happened.
𝖥𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗌.𝖼𝗈𝗆
I clenched my phone in my hand and forced a smile as I lied. “It was wonderful. The desserts were amazing, and Ethan even bid on a necklace for me.”
“Is that so? That brat finally came to his senses.” Rola laughed out loud. “In that case, I have two tickets for tomorrow night’s ballet. You and Ethan should go. I’ll call him myself and make sure he doesn’t back out.”
“You don’t need to. He’s been very busy lately…” Without thinking, I tried to turn it down. Keeping up this false picture of love was wearing me out.
“Lianne.” Rola’s voice turned heavy all at once. “Harold’s health is getting worse. What he wants more than anything is to see the two of you living happily together. Could you do this for him, just to grant that wish?”
The word no rose to my throat, then died there, leaving behind a bitter surrender. “Alright, I’ll go.”
The moment I ended the call, my friend, Tracy Marshall, who I had not heard from in quite some time, called and asked if I wanted to go shopping with her tomorrow since it was Saturday.
I realized I had been carrying too much heaviness lately, so I agreed without hesitation and fixed the time for ten in the morning.
By the time I made it home, the sky had already gone dark.
To my surprise, Ethan was home before I was. He sat in an armchair in the living room, slowly swirling a glass of whiskey, and when I walked in, he raised his eyes and said in a cool tone, “My grandmother told me about the ballet. I’ve already said yes.”
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