After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 182

Lirian sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“The one I gave you for your birthday a long time ago,” he replied, pulling something from his pocket. His hand trembled slightly as he held it out—a small, delicate ring, glinting faintly under the dim light. My eyes widened as recognition dawned. It was the same ring I had thoughtlessly asked the maid to throw away.

I stared at the object in his hand, confusion clouding my mind. “You said… this was from you?” My voice came out shaky, my chest tightening as guilt began to creep in.

“Yes,” Lirian answered, his tone sharp but broken. “I had it customized, Sophia. It has my and your name engraved on the inside.” His gaze softened momentarily as he flipped the ring, showing me the tiny, intricate engraving: *L&S*.

My breath hitched. I looked at the ring again, then back at Lirian, disbelief etched across my face. How had I not known? How could I have been so careless? “I… I didn’t realize…” I stammered, but my words felt feeble, inadequate.

Lirian’s face twisted with a mixture of hurt and anger. “You didn’t even know it was from me?” His voice rose, though it cracked toward the end. “Sophia, is something from me that unimportant to you? Do I mean that little to you?”

Before I knew it, my feet were moving. I closed the gap between us in an instant, stepping forward and throwing my arms around him. My body pressed against his, and I held on tightly, burying my face in his chest. “

The moment I threw my arms around Lirian, the tears came unbidden, cascading down my cheeks with relentless intensity.

It was as though every suppressed emotion, every unspoken hurt, had been unleashed all at once. My sobs shook my body as I clung to him, burying my face in his chest.

In that moment, an overwhelming realization hit me like a tidal wave: I had taken so many wrong turns, so many detours in life.

In my previous life, Ryan treated me so poorly. There were countless nights when I considered letting go, when the pain seemed unbearable.

Yet every time, I convinced myself to stay, clinging to the rare moments of kindness he offered like a lifeline. I told myself that those fleeting glimpses of warmth justified enduring the coldness that came with them.

The ring Lirian now held in his hand had been with me for so long. In my past life, it had never left my finger—not even in death.

Even when my body was battered, my bones broken under torture, the ring remained a stubborn reminder of what I thought was love.