Allegedly Yours

Broken Relationship

Chapter 58

It was 5 in the morning when Aston finally opened his eyes. A bad headache made him hiss as he combed his hair with his fingers gently. He looked around, realizing that he was on his bed, still in the same outfit, his wet jacket and jeans clinging uncomfortably to his skin.

"Nyra—" he quickly paused, the painful reminder sinking in that she was no longer with him. His eyes scanned the other side of the bed, the place she used to occupy now lay empty and cold. A tear dropped from his eye as he struggled to accept the fact that she was really gone. He didn't even have the heart to call her, to beg her to come back. His life was ruined by the girl he once cared about, who turned out to be more evil than he could have imagined in his wildest dreams. His very own father had deceived him, and he still needed answers from that man.

Not caring about how terrible he looked at the moment, Aston exited the room and proceeded towards his father's study. As expected, James was there, working as always, wearing his glasses. When Aston entered without seeking permission, James raised his head, a look of disgust covering his features as he placed the glasses beside him. "What have you made of yourself? Are you really my son?"

James's eyes narrowed, his calm demeanor slipping. "You're acting like a madman. You need professional help."

"Professional help?" Aston barked, stepping closer, his fists clenched. "I needed a father! Someone to guide me, to tell me the truth! Not someone who manipulates my life and ruins everything I held dear."

"What are you saying?" A look of confusion clouded James's features.

"You destroyed my life!" Aston's voice was raw with emotion. "You used Elena, faked her death, and framed Nyrah! You made me live a lie, and for what? Your twisted sense of control?"

James looked at him with shock, but only for a moment before his face hardened. "I did what was necessary, Aston. You were always too emotional, too easily swayed. I had to ensure you stayed focused."

"Focused?" Aston laughed bitterly. "You call this focused? My life is in shambles! Nyrah is gone, and it's all because of you!"

James's eyes widened as he processed Aston's words. "What? Why is Nyrah gone?"

Tears streamed down Aston's face as he recounted the painful memories. "I accused her of Elena's death, not knowing the whole truth. I didn't believe her. I destroyed her life, all because of your lies and manipulation."

James grew pale, the gravity of the situation dawning on him. He had orchestrated Elena's escape and disappearance to steer Aston's life, but he never intended for Nyrah to become collateral damage in his plans. His usually composed demeanor crumbled, replaced by a look of genuine remorse.

"I... I didn't know," James stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "I never meant for Nyrah to suffer. I only wanted to protect you from making a mistake."

Aston shook his head, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Your 'protection' ruined everything."

James took a step forward, reaching out as if to comfort his son, but Aston recoiled, the anger flaring up again. "Don't. Just don't. You can't fix this. You've destroyed everything."

Aston stood up, his voice trembling with rage. "From now on, you're not my father anymore," he shouted, pushing James away from him.

"Aston, son, please don't say that," James pleaded, but Aston was no longer listening.

"Things would have never come to this if you had just told me about Elena from the start. How can a parent do this? You never cared for me. It would be better if you considered me dead like you always did after my mother's death."

Aston turned on his heel and stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind him. James stood there, the echo of the door reverberating through the room, a stark reminder of the irreversible damage he had caused.

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Nyrah looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a simple yet elegant dress. It was a soft blue, flowing gently around her as if to provide some comfort. Her grey eyes, usually bright and full of life, seemed distant and tired. She reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, noticing the subtle tremor in her hand.

The past few days had been a whirlwind, and the emotional weight was evident in the faint lines around her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, to gather the strength she needed to move forward.

The door behind her opened quietly, and Alessa stepped in, "Nyrah, are you ready?" she asked softly.

"Yes, just a minute," Nyrah replied, taking her purse. Today, she was going out for shopping with Alessa to help her select a ring.

Zale couldn't join them because of the workload he had accumulated during his long absence. Nyrah and Alessa finally reached the jewelry shop, a charming boutique with sparkling displays that seemed to beckon them inside.

As they entered, the soft chime of the door announced their arrival. A friendly attendant approached them with a warm smile. "Welcome! How can I assist you today?"

Alessa glanced around, her eyes wide with excitement. "We're here to look at engagement rings," she said, squeezing Nyrah's arm.

The attendant's smile broadened. "Congratulations! Please, follow me. We have a beautiful selection of rings to choose from."

They were led to a display case filled with an array of dazzling rings. Alessa's eyes sparkled as she admired the various designs, while Nyrah stood by her side, offering opinions.

"This one is stunning," Nyrah said, pointing to a delicate ring with a vintage design. "It has a timeless elegance to it."

Alessa nodded, her gaze lingering on the ring. "It's beautiful. What do you think, Nyrah? Do you think Zale would like it?"

"What about that one?" Alessa picked up another ring, finding it equally beautiful, but Nyrah didn't like it at all.

"No, Alessa, not that one," Nyrah said, shaking her head.

"Oh, okay. Then we can see some more." Alessa's excitement was palpable, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Nyrah smiled, but a pang of bittersweet nostalgia tugged at her heart. She remembered the time when she was getting married to Aston. He had never accompanied her for shopping, not even once. The only time they went together was to select the rings, and even then, he showed no interest. She had asked for his opinion repeatedly, but he remained indifferent, leaving her to choose the rings for both of them. Her wedding had turned out to be nothing more than a disaster.

At the end, when they finally found the perfect ring, Nyrah and Alessa decided to head home. As they walked towards the car, Nyrah suddenly felt dizzy. Alessa looked at her with concern.

"Are you okay?" Alessa asked, worry etched on her face.

Nyrah managed a weak smile. "I think it's just because of weakness. Maybe I haven't been eating properly."

Alessa nodded but still seemed uneasy. "Let's stop by that café over there. You need to rest and have something to eat."

The café was charming, with cozy seating and a warm ambiance. Alessa chatted enthusiastically about the latest wedding trends while Nyrah sipped her coffee. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her stomach churned, and she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Excuse me," she muttered, standing up quickly and rushing to the washroom as fast as she could.

In the washroom, she barely made it to the sink before vomiting. The dizziness and nausea were overwhelming. She splashed some cold water on her face, trying to steady herself. Taking deep breaths, she wondered what could be causing this sudden illness. As she composed herself, she couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of unease.

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