Myrah's POV
After two weeks of non-stop chatter, protracted discussions of "how to do this and that," and all the drama, there was finally some peace and quiet.
Everyone left the house to give us privacy because we just had one night left before the wedding reception, which would be a lavish occasion.
This is not your typical wedding reception. A billionaire and Dante are getting married. The wedding celebration had to be one to remember.
Although it was late, we had to have it for the sake of tradition and make everything official in front of everyone.
Since my mother didn't want me to look bad in front of everyone who would be respectable, I had to be taught practically everything from the start.
Valentino and I had crossed paths a few times in the corridors and downstairs. Every time I tried to speak to him, he just left me there looking foolish without giving me a single glance.
He was working really hard on the preparations. I'm curious how he maintained his secret relationship with Caylee for two years.
I was really bored.
Life is quite unjust.
When would I ever have the chance to experience happiness and receive respect for who I am?
Prior to the reception, I needed to speak with Valentino. I had to set the record straight and assure him that I wasn't his adversary.
I had come to the conclusion that he was free to date Caylee after giving it some serious thought.
I wouldn't get in the way of him. I had no right to barge into his life, take away his lifelong love, and abandon him.
I also had no right to demand that he adore me. I just wanted to get things going well and live peacefully for the first time in a long time.
I slid out from under my cozy covers and went to the door. I suddenly felt a jackhammer in my heart. I suppose it wouldn't be so simple after all.
I mustered all my bravery, opened the door, and walked out. Compared to how chaotic my head was, my face appeared tranquil.
The corridor was deserted and quiet. I paused to take in all the intricate aspects of this property. Everything about the state-of-the-art home screamed riches and luxury.
I came across a familiar bedroom down the hall that made me recall unpleasant recollections. I had gotten up the night before our wedding to go downstairs and get some water.
The sounds I heard inside would undoubtedly follow me for the rest of my life. Every time he hit the correct area, Caylee was undoubtedly moaning madly.
The incessant, out-of-this-world moans indicated that whatever they were doing must have been extraordinary.
Before my tears betrayed me and spilled out, I hurriedly gathered myself and made my way downstairs.
They'd sabotage the entire scheme. I didn't want to come across like a coward. I wanted to show him that I had a strong and bold side as well.
I finally made it to the lounge, where I stood there and saw all of my strength evaporate. Lines I had practiced all week suddenly disappeared, and terror covered my mouth and nose like a pillow.
In Valentino's arms, who was seated on a couch, was Caylee. With their identical sweaters on, they appeared cozy.
Valentino had Caylee's head resting on his chest, and she was staring up at him as he grinned and spoke something that caused her to giggle and gave him the chance to sneak a kiss. I nearly cried because they were so adorable. She was extremely fortunate.
A lump that had developed in my throat was swallowed when I balled my hands.
Myrah, you can handle this.
I approached them slowly and took a tense stance in front of them. Their cries of love gradually stopped as their focus turned to me.
I was unable to look at them without seeing hatred in their eyes. I was already a tangle of emotions. I would be crushed by their hatred.
I fumbled, "Hello," rubbing my perspiring hands together.
Hello, Myrah, Caylee said. I felt her looking at me.
Valentino remained silent, causing me to raise my head. He gave me a chilly look.
How did his disposition alter so abruptly?
"Oh, right, I-I-I.
Is the word "I" your favorite? Valentino surprised me by interrupting me.
"No. No. Not at all.
"So, get to the point and stop wasting our time."
"Okay. I needed to speak with you.
"Why are you here? You wanted to, which means you don't want to anymore."
Please save me.
I actually want to speak with you. Can it be done?
As you can see, I'm busy right now, he said, stroking Caylee's hair.
"Babe," Caylee muttered, gently squeezing his hand.
"I won't take up much of your time."
He snarled, "Which part of I'm busy don't you get? " which made me slightly jump.
I tried again, this time with a quavering voice, "Please."
"I said..."
"Val, be calm, honey! Rela, don't frighten her in that way. Caylee comforted him by stroking his chest with her fingertips before planting a kiss on his jaw.
"Myrah," Val is not feeling well at the moment. Give it another shot.
Sure, I said apprehensively.
I then swung around and set out on foot. I thought at the time that the ground should split open and devour me. It was quite embarrassing, and I felt awful.
Caylee never treated me badly. She was a great lady; she just didn't care about me.
I continued to stroll till I came upon a room—probably another lounge—with a huge flat-screen TV.
I was ready to let out a huge sigh of relief when I noticed a man playing a video game on a couch. I was taken aback by him because I hadn't expected to see anyone there.
I'm sorry, I guess. I had no idea you were here. I apologized apprehensively and turned to leave.
"No," he paused his game and said, Myrah , could you please come in?
He helped me in by standing up, and when I was ready to sit down, he patted the chair next to him. I sat down next to him because he seemed welcoming and friendly while making sure there was a fair amount of space between us.
I turned away from him and began fidgeting with my fingers.
"Awww. He gushed, tucking my hair behind my ear, "You are so bashful, it's cute.
My cheeks began to warm up right away, and I found myself awkwardly smiling. He stopped abruptly, his elbows resting on his thighs as he peered at me.
When I turned to face him, I noticed an amused glint in his friendly, warm chocolate brown eyes before he cracked a smile.
"What?" I asked, attempting to avoid making eye contact.
Who the hell was he?
"You are incredibly sweet and beautiful. He said in a sing-song accent that made me somewhat chuckle, "I think I'm falling.
"Gosh" my smile brightened as he mocked, "even your smile is quite a killer."
He laughed as a result. Wow!
You must be curious about who I am. Then let me introduce to you this heavenly masterpiece," he murmured excitedly, tilting his head and running his fingers through his hair.
He introduced himself, saying, "My name is Kyle Reynolds, also known as your husband's best buddy or, to some, his brother from another mother.
"Well, Kyle, it's good to meet you. I tried to sound a little louder: I'm sure you already know who I am.
Yes, Myrah , of course I do. Prepare to be amazed throughout the entire year since we'll be seeing each other a lot in the upcoming year.
I smiled and said, "I can't wait."
He stood out among the others. He was normally the bright type—carefree, funny, and animated. I realized after a short while that he reminded me of the previous Myrah, the genuine Myrah.
So let me start by apologizing on Valentino's behalf for treating you badly. Even though I wasn't present, I am aware that he has treated you badly from the beginning.
He despises me, I murmured.
Kyle moved closer to me and softly touched my shoulder.
No, he doesn't. Val is a great man. He is not a stern, stuffy billionaire. He is a great guy all around—fun, carefree, and terrific. Take action right away.
Then, I suppose I'm just the unlucky one.
"No" simply put, you entered his life at the wrong time.
I was unaware that he had a girlfriend.
There must have been a misunderstanding because we informed your family about this properly, and they confirmed that you gave your consent.
Additionally, Alisa is aware that Val has been in love with Caylee for at least two years.
Despite that, I'm just not sure why he despises me. I mean, I'm not exactly interfering with their relationship, am I? They are, after all, free to do as they like.
I searched for a conversation partner for five years before finding one.
It's only a challenging phase, so relax. He will soon change his mind.
I looked at him and responded, "Well, if you say so," with a sardonic smirk.
Without a doubt, he had the best looks.
And I want you to know that I'm always there for you, Myrah, if you need anything. I'll be there for you.
My husband's closest friend says, Naturally, you'll always be on his side.
"Well, you're correct, but I'll support him if he's in the right; otherwise, I'll drag him back to the right. So, as you can see, this is a win-win situation.
"So you like to cover for him all the time?"
"Yes, if you want to put it that way."
How should I phrase it? My curiosity led me to inquire.
"Without me, I'd normally say he's a lost cause."
"Wow. Such a friend would be nice to have.
"You guys are welcome to share me. You understand that I'm unique. Confirm."
"Confirmed. I turned to face him and said, "You know, I wish I was like you.
My voice was no longer bothering me, and I was instantly filled with confidence.
"Umm. How so?"
"You are a liberated individual, and I'm very impressed by your social abilities. I make an effort, but I can't avoid interacting with people.
Perhaps you ought to begin by focusing on your inner self. He advised being confident in oneself and having faith in oneself.
I paid close attention as he continued to lecture me on having confidence in myself.
"Myrah , don't worry. We'll address it.
Kyle, thank you. I enjoyed meeting you. I anticipate having a fantastic year.
You won't be let down, I promise. It was pleasant to meet you as well. At least a little optimism.
I went upstairs to get ready after Kyle informed me that we would be going to a restaurant for supper. My entire day had been spent in bed. Some additional fresh air would be helpful.
I decided on some trousers and a pretty white pullover. Since the majority of my attire was inappropriate for going out in public, I really needed to update it. At home, I hardly ever went outside, so I can't really blame myself.
After descending the stairs, I met Valentino, Kyle, and Caylee. They were all dressed casually.
Kyle's smile reassured me that I at least looked okay. I was not acknowledged by the others.
Caylee was riding in the passenger seat next to Valentino as he drove. The entire journey, his hand was resting on her thigh.
After a lengthy drive during which Kyle attempted to divert me by pointing out cute couples' stupid arguments, we arrived at the restaurant.
The eatery was completely deserted. I assumed they had reserved the entire facility. Kyle and I were seated at our table, facing Valentino and Caylee. I was getting tired of how adorable they were.
When we heard heels clicking, we were perusing the menus while the others sipped on the red wine that had been served to us.
When I looked up, I noticed a group of brunettes coming our way. Her entire being screamed trouble.
Everyone began to sigh gently, and the atmosphere abruptly turned 360 degrees as I watched.
She instantly joined me at the table, seated herself next to Valentino, grabbed hold of his arm, and scowled at me.
Val, is my husband good or bad?
Her voice disturbed me.
What are you doing here, Sasha? Valentino asked while scowling.
She scowled, rolling her eyes at me as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. "Are you giving me the cold shoulder because of her?"
"It's not necessary for you to be here. Sasha, go out," he urged.
His neck cords were very tense. He had a furious appearance.
"Val..."
Sasha sprang back as he yelled, "I said leave!" while letting go of his arm.
She violently rose and snatched Valentino's glass of red wine. The unexpected took place. She forcefully poured the liquid from the glass over my face, causing it to drip onto my sweatshirt.
I instantly shut my eyes. I was afraid to look at anyone's face. The embarrassment was excessive, and the silence was killing me.
On a whim, I got to my feet and rushed outside as quickly as my legs would allow. I merely desired to flee from everything. Get away from everything.
I took every precaution to ensure that no one was pursuing me, and if they were, they would never succeed in doing so.
I eventually found myself in a park after a lot of running. It was silent and deserted. Perfect!
I crumpled to the ground and experienced hot tears stinging my eyes. A voice cut me off just as I started to cry.
A voice that wasn't familiar asked, "Are you okay?"
"Just-just-just leave me alone, please."
I didn't want to turn to face him again.
Do you need a hug?
"Leave me alone," I yelled.
My voice always came racing back to me when I was angry. I found it easier to keep my mouth shut when I was angry since I couldn't control it.
I was abruptly given a behind-the-back hug. The hug was warm and unexpected. I had been longing for it for years.
My tears fell down my cheeks like little rivulets, uncontrollably. I sobbed uncontrollably and with all of my might. I needed it.
I eventually started sniffling and crying. My mood improved. Both the stranger and I got to our feet. I turned to look at him. He had beautiful looks and was taller than I was.
"I wanted to help since I spotted you sprinting across the street. Are you okay now?"
"Yes," I'm grateful.
Hey, sometimes life is a mess. Looking up at the stars, he continued, "We need to cry; it's entirely normal.
He took off his coat and handed it to me because I was freezing. He insisted even after I said no.
The question, "Who are you? I inquired out of curiosity.
"Avoid worrying, Myrah Paris Dante, we'll catch up soon," he responded indifferently before turning around and leaving. Mysterious.
Weird.
When a recognizable automobile pulled up, Kyle and Valentino jumped out. They both appeared worried. I felt significant.
"Myrah" Are you alright? Kyle questioned me while holding my shoulders.
How did you find me?
I had made sure to take circuitous paths that they would have trouble discovering. I felt inspired.
Val learned about your presence from anonymous communication.
Are you alright? His good-natured visage was tinged with worry.
Can we return home? Right now, I don't feel like speaking.
Kyle said, "Sure, Myrah ," and then he helped me by opening the door.
Valentino took my arm gently as I was going to advance.
"I apologize. I really do.