"..." Myra did not like what she was hearing.
If others heard Lyla's words, they would feel that she was a good person who was thinking of Asher's wellbeing.
But Myra did not think so. On the contrary, she felt like the woman was trying to show that Asher still loved her, and he should 'think of his wife's feelings' and leave her. Only then would he come back to her. She is just reminding him of the love he had for her.
Myra did not like her. But she did not care about her either.
After all, it was never the woman she cared about. Instead, she cared about her husband's thoughts.
What exactly was he thinking about this matter?
Did he really never love her?
Did he marry her just because she 'resembled' this woman?
Was she a substitute in his heart all along?
She wanted the answers to those questions.
She looked at her husband's face as she awaited his reply.
Sadly, he did not say a word.
Lyla was the one who spoke again, "Asher. Did you really marry a woman just because she looked like me?"
It was at this moment that Asher finally opened his lips to speak, "So what if I did? So what if I didn't?"
*crack*
The fork in Myra's hand fell to the ground and made a huge sound.
The moment he spoke those words, she understood it was really the case. He really married her just because she 'resembled' someone. It was not because he loved her.
She felt like her entire world was crumbling down. She did not know how to breathe anymore.
Her eyes turned red as tears started to slowly run down them.
Asher and Lyla heard the sound and turned to look at her.
She was wearing a wig and had her back towards them. So they did not see her face and Asher did not recognize her.
They turned back to 'continue' their conversation.
"Asher, you shouldn't do this. I suggest you leave your wife. She deserves a life where her husband loves her instead of a husband who is always thinking of someone else. Anyway, Aren't I back now?" At the end of her speech, her voice turned soft. So soft that Asher did not hear her words.
But weirdly enough, Myra heard those words very clearly.
Earlier, when her fork fell to the ground, Avery held her hand and gripped it tightly as a consolation. This small action brought her back to her senses.
She realized that she had lost her composure in public. Her upbringing from childhood subconsciously made her feel ashamed.
From her childhood, her parents had taught her that no matter what happens, she should never lose her composure in front of outsiders. This would make others think that she was weak and look down upon them.
She restrained her expressions and slowly stood up from her seat before saying she wanted to go to the washroom.
As she walked by, Lyla spoke and when she spoke those last few words, in a weird twist of fate, Myra was standing just beside her and thus heard those words very clearly.
She took a deep breath and increased her pace to go to the washroom.
Avery did not hear what she had just heard, but she observed that something was even more wrong than before from the way she walked. She was worried and stood up to follow her to the restroom.
By the time she entered the restroom, she saw Myra splashing water over her face to clear her mind.
"Myra," She softly called out to her in worry.
Myra continued splashing her face with water for a while before stopping. She stood straight, took some paper towels, and cleaned her face.
She then looked at Avery and took a deep breath. "It's okay. I am fine."
Avery worried even more when she heard her words. If she was really fine, then she would complain like a little girl in front of her. But she wasn't complaining like her usual self. This showed how not fine she was.
"One last chance. I am going to give him one last and final chance," Avery heard Myra saying.
She couldn't help but frown. If it was the Myra she knew, she would never give anyone a chance. She was the pampered princess of the aristocratic Gu family in the Capital. Why would she have to give anyone any chances?
But now? What had happened to her? She was giving him so many chances. All this is just because she loved him.
If she did not love him sincerely, the moment she read the 'weird message' on his mobile phone, she would have thrown the divorce papers in his face. But she went to this hotel to check on him to confirm her doubts.
She heard their conversation and that was enough for her to end things, but she couldn't bear to end it so easily once again. She was giving him another chance? How many chances was she thinking of giving that scumbag?
Yes, scumbag. He is a scumbag for treating her friend like a substitute. How can that vixen have the face to have Myra as her substitute?
Myra was a princess. On the other hand, that woman was a nobody.
This is a classic example of treasuring sesame seeds and throwing away watermelon.
Anyway, she doesn't want her friend to be tangled with this sort of person anymore.
She hardened her heart, looked straight into Myra's eyes, and said, "Myra. This isn't like you to give a lot of chances to someone. Think straight. Who are you? And who is he? What right does he have to treat you like this? I am calling your second brother right now. I will ask him to prepare your divorce papers immediately." Saying that, she took her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number.
Myra saw this and snatched the phone away before hanging up immediately.