Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

RYAN

The internet has been on fire ever since Angelo released the photos and videos exactly as I instructed. The reaction was everything I'd hoped for it had the precise impact I wanted on Maya, and I'm relishing every moment of it. Watching the world buzz with chatter, knowing I orchestrated this drama, brings a twisted satisfaction. And yes, I even paid extra to keep the news trending at the top, just to be sure it wouldn't slip away quietly. Petty? Maybe. But sometimes, petty is worth every penny. Today, I agreed to accompany my mum for an interview she's been looking forward to, and to my surprise, Lily offered to join us. She mentioned she'd drop the boys off at her friend Becky's place before we headed to the venue together. We ended up arriving in New York earlier than we'd planned. Mum decided she wanted to go home first, so I had the driver drop her off. I rode along with Lily and the boys to Becky's place instead.

As we pulled up outside Becky's house, I slipped my phone from my pocket and dialed Angelo's number, eager to get a quick update.

"Hello, boss," he answered, his voice bright and cheerful. I could tell he was enjoying this whole operation just as much as I was. "Have you arrived in New York?"

"Yes." I replied, glancing at Lily, whose fingers were absentmindedly turning my wedding ring. "I want you to find a buyer. ASAP."

"What are you selling?" Angelo sounded slightly taken aback. He knew I rarely let go of any of my investments.

"The estate," I replied, catching his surprised chuckle. "I want it sold." This wasn't just about money or business-this was a move to make it clear that only one woman had the power to influence my choices, and that was my wife, Lily.

As I spoke, I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Lily's forehead. "If you can find a buyer before nightfall and arrange for an inspection, I'd really appreciate it."

Lily tilted her head thoughtfully, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I'll buy it," she mused, straightening up a little. "I can have someone inspect it for me, but I'm willing to make the purchase myself."

I blinked at her, taken aback by her offer. "You actually want it?"

Lily nodded. "I feel like that building should stay in the family, and since you want to spite Maya by selling it, me buying it would be like killing two birds with one stone."

I shook my head. "If you want it, then it's yours, but there's no way I'm taking your money for it."

She scoffed lightly. "Bringing sentiment into business, are we?"

With a smile, I leaned down and kissed her, savoring the moment. "With you, nothing is ever just business."

back to Angelo. "Don't worry about finding a buyer. I'm gifting the property to Lily. She'll

smoothly. "Please send her my regards, and I'll wait for her call." With that, the line went

It was a relief knowing that Lily had such a warm and caring friend. After a few quick goodbyes, we left the

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Mum and began the drive to the interview

Lily and I waited backstage, watching her every movement. My nerves

yet probing. "How did you feel when you found out

hands, and for a brief moment, I caught sight of the wedding band on her finger-the same ring she hadn't worn since learning about Maya. She took a deep breath, gathering herself, then looked back up with

felt betrayed," she admitted. "Not only by my husband, but by a woman I welcomed into our home, a woman I trusted and treated with

and then followed up with another question, clearly relishing this

grew softer as

of her side

interviewer and let out a bitter chuckle. "People would sometimes mistake us for sisters. As

both were as close as you claim, why didn't you visit her once?

a steadying

many times to reach out,

out where she

time, she'd dodge the question. She'd give. excuses, avoid my

me away. Gradually, our friendship drifted, but it

each question. The interview seemed

hour had passed since she'd sent someone to inspect the estate, and I'd received a message from Angelo

the boys

toward me, her eyes blazing with anger, her hand raised to strike. But before she could make