Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 235

Sean’s fist slammed into the frame of his office door. It was a horrific sight when blood quickly began to bead and flow from the cuts on his knuckles.

Lyla trembled. “Sean…”

“Lyla, if you insist on being crazy like this, then I’m afraid divorce will be all that’s left on the table for us.” The look on his face was cold and without throwing her another glance, he pulled away from her grip before walking away from her.

‘If you insist on being crazy like this, then I’m afraid divorce will be all that’s left on the table for us…’

Divorce will be all that’s left…

Divorce…

As his words reverberated in her mind, Lyla’s legs caved in. She collapsed onto the carpeted office floor and watched as Sean’s back disappeared from view. Her heart twisted with a sharp, cold ache that threatened to cut her breath off.

Sean, on the other hand, had immediately regretted saying those words to Lyla. After all, he had once been deeply in love with her. He’d told himself to tolerate her since she was only jealous and suspicious because pregnancy got the better of her rationale.

However, he had lost his temper after being aggravated by her tantrum. Myra wouldn’t have done that. She wouldn’t have been so unreasonable as to throw a fit in the middle of my office. If that had been Myra…

A dull ache began to throb in his head. No, there was a time when Myra had thrown her fits and whined and complained, too, he corrected himself. However, he had distanced himself, hurting her until her love for him became threadbare and she finally gave up on him. He remembered the last time they were in a room together as husband and wife, but in the end, she had shown up at the City Hall with a steely look in her eyes and she no longer regarded him with love or sentiments. He had pushed her away, bit by bit, and toward the end, she left and never looked back.

The thought seemed to tear his heart into pieces and the pain that followed was excruciating, but it numbed him all the same. His face was still grim—like the storm clouds that gathered over a restless sea.

Myra could still hear Gemma’s voice in her head screaming that ‘I’m Tony’s girlfriend’. She was pulled from her thoughts when a familiar scent filled the space next to her and she felt Tony’s hand clasp over her own. He frowned as he asked, “What are you thinking?”

Myra shook her head. “I didn’t think Gemma would be so…”

She trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words to describe the other girl. Knowing Tony, she knew she could take his word when he said he had never dated Gemma and the cavalier way with which he’d said it meant he was telling the truth.

Nonetheless, Myra was still somewhat displeased by the idea that some other woman was pining after him.

She tightened her grip on his hand before bringing it to her mouth before biting on the web between his thumb and index finger.

Myra hissed through gritted teeth after releasing his hand. “You’re nothing but trouble!”

She was beginning to notice that he was trouble or at least he had the potential to be. As if it wasn’t bad enough that women flocked to him like bees to honey, those women proved to be relentless pests and this annoyed her to no end.

Meanwhile, the storm in Tony’s eyes had cleared after he heard Myra’s accusation. He cast her a sideway glance and noted her sulky expression, then chuckled in amusement as he started the car. As he drove through the open gate and onto the driveway, he said, “Don’t worry. I don’t think she’s as pretty as you are.”

“Don’t try to convince me with sweet talk!” Myra dismissed him angrily. How could she not have realized that for all his accomplishments, Tony was just like any other man?

However, she could not hide the small smile that tugged at her lips upon hearing his compliment.