Allegedly Yours

Second chance?

Chapter 59

Nyrah was sitting with Zale and Alessa, discussing the venue for their engagement. It was to be the last marriage in the family, and they wanted grand celebrations, especially her mother, Natasha. Everyone looked happy except her. Despite the joy around her, Nyrah couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that something was missing. She had been feeling unusually weak for the past few days, but she dismissed it as a result of her changing eating habits.

Just then, her phone rang. She ignored it, not having the will to talk to any relatives or friends who might be calling for gossip about the wedding. But the ringing persisted. Eventually, she glanced at the screen and saw that it was Aston calling her.

Nyrah looked around at her family. Everyone was busy with their own things. She quickly got up and went to her room, her heart pounding. She knew she wanted to talk to him. With a deep breath, she called him back, her fingers trembling slightly.

Aston sat in his car, staring at his phone. Nyrah hadn't called him since that fateful day, and the silence was tearing him apart. He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness, but his heart still ached for her return. He couldn't shake the feeling that without her, his life had lost its purpose.

Every fiber of his being screamed that he was being selfish, but he couldn't help it. Nyrah was his lifeline, the one person who made everything bearable. Admitting it to himself felt both like a revelation and a burden: he loved her deeply, and he needed her more than anything.

With a mix of desperation and hope, he dialed her number. The phone rang, but there was no answer. He tried again, and still nothing. A cold fear gripped him as he stared at the silent device, wondering if he had lost her forever.

"But instantly, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Nyrah. A big smile spread across his lips, a rare moment of joy after days of shedding tears.

He quickly answered the call, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and anticipation. 'Nyrah?' he said, hoping against hope for a chance to make things right.

"Nyrah?" Aston's voice came through the phone, still making her heartbeat quicken. She wanted to ask him so much—how he had been, why he hadn't called her earlier—but all she managed to say was, "What do you want?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end before Aston replied, his voice heavy with emotion. "I just needed to see you, Nyrah. I know I don't deserve it, but I can't stop thinking about you. Please come out," he pleaded.

Nyrah frowned, confused. She opened her balcony door and stepped outside, her eyes widening as she saw him standing there, leaning against his sleek black Bugatti.

"Aston, what are you doing here?" she called out, her voice a mix of surprise and exasperation.

"I had to see you," he said, looking up at her with a mixture of desperation and longing. "Please, Nyrah. Just come down and talk to me."

Nyrah hesitated, her heart pounding. Part of her wanted to run down and hear him out, while another part of her screamed to shut the door and walk away. After a moment of internal struggle, she took a deep breath and decided to face him. She needed closure, if nothing else.

"Wait there," she said, hanging up the call and carefully examining the situation. Everyone was busy inside, so she quickly slipped out of the mansion, ignoring the guards on midnight duty.

Aston looked unusually horrible, as if he hadn't changed clothes for days. She remembered him wearing those the day they were in Germany. His hazel eyes were swollen and red, and he had a faint smell that suggested he hadn't bathed for days. As she approached him slowly, holding her shrug tightly over her tank top, she couldn't help but feel a mix of pity and frustration.