Chapter 120
Chapter Title: A Heavy Heart
“I’ll leave the rest to you,” Tony said, his voice unwavering as he spoke to Leo, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him. He could feel Myra’s trembling form in his arms, and without another word, he tightened his grip around her and led her away from the station.
There was a lingering chill in the air as Tony stepped out, and Captain Fowler watched him go. He turned to Leo, his face etched with confusion. “Mr. Clark, what’s going on here? Miss Fisher said she had Director Hart’s approval to make the arrest.”
“Director Hart’s approval?” Leo let out a dry laugh, bitterness seeping into his tone. He knew all too well that Lyla had crossed the line. “That woman—how dare she put Myra through this?”
Leo’s words grew sharper, his frustration evident. “I’ve already told you what Director Hart authorized, Captain Fowler. Seems like you’re more inclined to listen to someone with a pretty face.” He spoke with barely concealed anger, reflecting on how Myra had been mistreated.
Initially, Leo had privately instructed Captain Fowler to look after Myra, yet they had transferred her to a new cell without warning. They had handcuffed her, locked her in a filthy, uncomfortable room, and treated her as if she were a criminal.
With one last glare, Leo turned on his heel, not sparing the captain a second glance.
Captain Fowler, however, remained behind, seething with frustration. One of the officers stepped forward, unsure of what to do. “Captain, are we just going to let them take her? How are we going to explain this to our superiors?”
In a fit of anger, Captain Fowler slapped the officer across the face. “Explain myself? To hell with that!” he shouted, his voice a mixture of rage and resignation. “I might as well turn in my badge right now!”
Meanwhile, in the back of the car, Myra’s sobs had softened into quiet sniffles. Her face was swollen and puffy from crying, and she instinctively wiped her eyes in an attempt to relieve the sting. But the action only seemed to make it worse, leaving her frustrated.
Before she could continue, a large, warm hand gently clasped hers, stopping her. “Stop,” Tony said softly, his voice hoarse from emotion. “Let me help.”
“My eyes itch,” Myra whimpered, her voice cracking as more tears slipped down her cheeks.
The car cruised smoothly along the road, and Tony, seated beside her, offered her the comfort of his presence. His suit jacket was draped around her shoulders, and she could feel his familiar scent—tobacco and peppermint—enveloping her. Despite everything, she felt a flicker of comfort in his arms.
His lips brushed over her eyes—cold yet tender. “I’ll rub them for you,” he murmured gently.
His thumbs massaged the tender skin above her eyes where his lips had been, the pressure soothing the irritation. Myra relaxed slightly under his touch, though her heart was still heavy with confusion and sorrow.
“Does that feel better?” Tony asked, his voice gentle and deep, resonating softly from above her.
Myra couldn’t answer immediately. The tears threatened to overwhelm her once more, but she held them back, her mind swirling with a hundred conflicting emotions. Why would he help her? Why would he still care after everything she had done to push him away?
“Tony…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice fragile. “I was going to divorce Sean today…”
His presence calmed her, and for the first time, her breathing became steady, no longer ragged. She felt herself sinking into the warmth of his embrace, grateful for the safety it provided.
After a long silence, Tony responded with a soft hum, his hands tightening around her slightly as if reassuring her without words. Myra’s mind wandered back to the events of the day, and her voice trembled as she spoke again.
“I’m not the one in charge of the Marina Bay Bridge Project. Eve stole my ID and tricked me into going to the Chase Residence. The evidence they have… it’s all fabricated. None of it’s real,” she explained, her voice growing quieter as the weight of her words sank in.
“I believe you,” Tony said quietly, his voice filled with conviction. He tightened his arms around her, his chin resting on the top of her head in an attempt to comfort her. “Rest now. You must be exhausted.”
“But… there’s something else,” Myra insisted, her hand gripping his suit jacket. She wasn’t ready to let go of this moment just yet.
Tony lowered his gaze to her, noting the stubbornness in her eyes, even though her face was still swollen from the tears. The sight stirred something within him—something protective. He wanted time to stop, to hold her like this a little longer.
After a long pause, he nodded, his gaze softening as he spoke in a voice full of tenderness. “Say it. I’m listening.”
Her emotions were raw, and as she gazed up at him, the last traces of anger and resentment seemed to dissipate, like air escaping from a balloon. Slowly, she let go of his jacket, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m going to divorce Sean.”
Tony’s response was quiet, but full of understanding. “I know,” he said simply, his grip tightening around her hands as he looked at her with a quiet intensity.
In that moment, he didn’t need to say anything more. He didn’t have to promise anything. Myra felt something shift within her—an acknowledgment of what was, and what could be. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to imagine a future with him.
As the black Maybach sped away from the detention center, it passed a black Lamborghini, which screeched to a halt in front of the building. From the car, a man’s silhouette could be seen, but he remained inside, staring through the windshield, unmoving. He had not yet gotten out, nor had he turned on the lights.
It was Sean. He had rushed to the detention center as soon as Eve called, abandoning all restraint. But now, standing in front of the building, he found himself questioning his actions. Why had he come at all?
Richard had already compiled the evidence. Myra would be held for only three days, and then she would be released. It was part of the plan—Eve’s plan. Myra would apologize, they would go through with the divorce, and Sean would make sure the assets were divided in her favor. But still, something gnawed at him—a tightness in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t shake.
As he watched, his eyes narrowed. He saw Leo, Tony’s assistant, exiting the building and entering a car with another man. The car sped off, and Sean’s suspicion deepened.
His phone rang at that moment, interrupting his thoughts. Richard’s nervous voice came through the line.
“Director Chase, someone has bailed your wife out.”
Sean froze, his mind racing. “What? Who?” he demanded, shock evident in his voice.
In a separate room, Lyla had also received news of Myra’s release. She scowled, her mind racing to guess who might have bailed Myra out. “Could it be Cameron?” she muttered to herself. It made sense, but something about it didn’t sit right with her.
She pushed the thought away, trying to compose herself. She hadn’t intended to keep Myra locked up for long; this was just a moment to make her suffer. Once Sean and Myra were divorced, everything would fall into place. But as she thought of the future, a devious smile curled on her lips.
Back at the apartment, Tony carried Myra inside, her face still tear-streaked, her eyes puffy. As the door opened, they froze in place. Someone else was there. Standing in the doorway was none other than Sebastian Hart, his gaze cold and unreadable.