Chapter 28
Nathan’s pov
I followed Lyra—oh, I mean the lady who looked exactly like my Lyra—immediately after she ignored me, the refusal cutting deeper than any physical blow.
But my subconscious told me, when has she become “my Lyra”
Her denial felt like a lie, but her eyes held a cold emptiness I did not recognize.
What the hell did Dr. Noah mean by claiming they were engaged? Engaged?
The word hammered at the back of my skull, a fresh wave of blinding rage and confusion.
This is my Lyra. I know it in the very core of my fractured soul.
But why is she claiming she is not?
What devastating event happened five long years ago to rip her from my life, and what has turned her into this stranger named Angela?
I desperately need to call Marcus, I hope pick up.
He is the onl
