She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 134

When she first returned from abroad, before landing a job, Jasmine had spent her days lounging at home, endlessly scrolling through Lyra's glamorous online life. Lyra had seemed untouchable, constantly posting photo dumps of her perfect world—and Rowan's striking figure was almost always front and center in those pictures.

Remembering her past self, Jasmine felt a cold mixture of calculated ambition and lingering envy.

Back then, she had been nothing but a spectator, desperately hunting for glimpses of Rowan through the cold glow of her phone screen.

Thankfully, ever since Rowan tossed Lyra aside, the posts had completely stopped!

A dark, twisted thrill surged through Jasmine's chest.

It almost felt as though she and Lyra had perfectly traded places.

Jasmine tapped on Rowan's profile and sent him a message.

"Rowan, is everything booked for our island trip?"

Pausing for a second, she added a suggestive follow-up. "I'm not sure what to pack. Should I bring a bikini?"

It was a tropical getaway, so the question was perfectly natural.

She waited for his reply, her pulse fluttering with anticipation.

A moment later, Rowan sent a voice note. "I'm sorry. We just landed a massive new project and I have to oversee it personally. I can't leave the city for the next few days."

"That's completely fine, business comes first," Jasmine replied. She knew he had a major deal in the pipeline, but she hadn't expected it to drop right now.

Swallowing her disappointment, she played the role of the supportive partner. "I'll head over to your office right now."

"Okay," he replied.

The next morning.

Caspian invited Lyra to watch a professional street race.

He showed up at her house on his motorcycle. The deep, aggressive roar of the engine ripped through the air, and the second Lyra laid eyes on the bike, her heart plummeted.

It was the exact same motorcycle Rowan had been riding when he crashed trying to chase Jasmine down at the airport in her past life.

Hands trembling, she strapped on her helmet and climbed onto the back in dead silence.

The wind howled past her ears, the deafening rush of air mirroring the chaotic, fragmented memories of her previous life.

Lyra's vision blurred. She was instantly transported back to the day of their wedding. The sky had been a bruised, ominous gray, the asphalt slick with pouring rain.

Caspian jogged over to a nearby vendor to grab her a bottle of water. After taking a few long sips, the nausea finally subsided.

After the race, Lyra returned home. Martha quickly informed her that a parade of guests had visited Delilah that day. The news of her broken engagement had spread like wildfire, and half of the city's elite families had shown up, practically throwing their wealthy sons at Delilah to secure a date with Lyra.

Over dinner that evening, Delilah brought up the endless stream of suitors to Arthur.

But the harsh reality was that none of them held a candle to Rowan's power and influence.

Arthur let out a defeated sigh. When he returned the ring, Alistair had explicitly stated that he would only ever acknowledge Lyra as his granddaughter-in-law, and that the position was hers the second she changed her mind.

Arthur couldn't help but feel a pang of regret over the lost alliance.

"Lyra," Martha interrupted, stepping into the dining room. "Lucas is here to see you."

"Tell him I'm not here," Lyra said dismissively, tossing her crumpled napkin onto her plate.

"Why on earth is he here?" Arthur frowned.

"Probably to yell at me," Lyra shrugged. "He loves telling me I was desperate for throwing myself at Rowan."

Arthur's face instantly darkened. "Tell him she is absolutely not home."