I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 58

"You've changed, Max. You might refuse to admit it, but take a hard look at everything you've been doing lately."

Having said her piece, Aria spun on her heel and walked away.

Watching her retreating figure, Maxwell stood frozen, as if he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't shake off the weight of Aria's words, and deep down, he knew she had a point.

Why was it that he completely lost control of his emotions whenever he faced Lyra now?

Even when she and Aria were in the same room, why did his eyes always uncontrollably gravitate toward Lyra?

He had dismissed these shifts in his behavior as trivial details.

But now that Aria had dragged them out into the light, the reality of it all hit him like a ton of bricks.

When Lyra walked out of the hospital doors, she saw Miles waiting for her right by the entrance.

This was the fresh start she was meant to sprint toward.

With that thought, her steps toward Miles quickened.

"Have you been waiting long?"

She flashed a radiant, luminous smile, just like the ones she used to give.

Miles shook his head. "Not at all."

He would have waited forever.

Miles pulled the car door open, and Lyra quickly slipped inside.

As the car slowly pulled away from the hospital, Lyra caught sight of Maxwell standing by the entrance.

He stood there completely alone, looking almost pathetic.

Realizing where her thoughts were drifting, Lyra couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Catching her expression in his peripheral vision, Miles's gaze darkened slightly, but he kept his face perfectly composed.

When the car finally pulled up to the gates of Lennox Manor, Lyra took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but it was absolutely useless.

Miles easily spotted her anxiety and offered a soft reassurance, "Don't overthink it. It's just like old times."

The front doors swung open. The butler had been waiting in the foyer. The moment he saw Lyra, a massive smile lit up his face, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of joy.

"Welcome home, Miss Lyra."

This scene had played out countless times in her past. Seeing it unfold before her eyes again felt like stepping into a timeless classic.

The butler had watched Lyra grow up, and they shared a deeply profound bond.

She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's been so long."

The moment the words left her mouth, tears spilled from the butler's eyes—tears of absolute joy, of course.

Lyra felt her own throat tighten with emotion, but she forced the tears back down.

Because what she had to face next was far more important.

She pulled back from the butler and looked toward the living room.