She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 89

The next day was Saturday.

Lyra met with Caspian for their mandatory weekly rendezvous.

After their date, she went through the motions of dropping him off at his estate and was just about to drive away when Victoria Jameson stepped out. Spotting Lyra's car, she called out, "Lyra, you haven't visited in ages. Come inside for a bit."

Lyra exchanged a brief glance with Caspian.

Sensing that Victoria had an ulterior motive, Lyra gave a slight nod and parked the car.

Sure enough, the moment they stepped inside, Victoria went to work.

"Cas, why don't you head upstairs first?" Victoria suggested smoothly. "I'd love to catch up with Lyra."

Once Caspian disappeared up the stairs...

Victoria dismissed the household staff, personally poured Lyra a glass of water, and asked with manufactured warmth, "Lyra, where did you and Cas go for fun today?"

"The racetrack, then a movie," Lyra replied truthfully, sitting poised on the sofa.

"That must have been dreadful for you. You don't strike me as the type to enjoy those kinds of places."

"Not at all. I actually love it."

Lyra picked up her teacup, taking a slow, silent sip.

Victoria watched her give clipped, polite answers, noting the complete absence of the sweet, eager girl who used to affectionately trail after her. She sighed heavily. "You really have changed so much, Lyra. I know Rowan is entirely to blame for this, but... do you truly know Cas?"

Lyra paused.

So this entire charade was about Caspian?

"The truth is, Cas was deeply in love with a girl a long time ago, and he still hasn't moved on from that relationship."

Hearing this, an imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Lyra's lips.

Impossible.

In her past life, right up until the day she died, there was never a single whisper of her brother-in-law dating or harboring a secret love for anyone.

That was the exact reason Lyra felt so safe entering a fake relationship with him in this life.

She had lived in this very house for years, crossing paths with Victoria every single day, and the woman had never once mentioned Caspian having an unforgettable ex.

So why was Victoria fabricating this story now?

Was she that desperate to sabotage Lyra's relationship with Caspian?

Amused by the sheer transparency of it, Lyra asked calmly, "And where is this girl now? Where did she go?"

Victoria froze, clearly caught off guard, and tightly shut her mouth.

Back in her room, Lyra thought it over and dialed Leo Chavez. He was out in Monaco, the loud thumping of a club vibrating through the background. She had to repeat the question three times before he finally caught it. "You're asking if Caspian ever had a girl he was obsessed with? Hell no. Never heard anything remotely like that."

Leo's answer perfectly matched Caleb's.

Satisfied, Lyra finally hung up the phone.

It made perfect sense.

In her previous life, she had married Rowan and lived under the same roof as Caspian. Forget about a secret ex-girlfriend, she hadn't even seen the guy bring a single female friend over.

Caspian was notoriously disciplined and guarded. Outside of his academics, his only passions were racing cars and thoroughbreds.

But why on earth would Victoria resort to such an elaborate lie?

Lyra couldn't figure it out.

And honestly, she didn't want to waste energy trying.

Tonight, there was a major gala to attend.

Hosted by a prestigious charity foundation, it was a massive event overflowing with the city's corporate titans.

Lyra slipped into a stunning lavender evening gown, the color beautifully accentuating her radiant complexion and soft, elegant aura.