[IRAYA]
I boarded the VIP business-class cabin, one carry-on and two designer suitcases in tow, determined to leave everything behind:
Jason, Kylie, and—most of all—Lyander. I sank into the leather seat, felt its soft embrace against my back, and sighed in satisfaction.
Finally, I was truly free. Jason and Kylie had gotten exactly what they deserved. Their quickie marriage, fueled by scandal and desperation, had collapsed under its own weight—no longer my concern.
This trip was about me—about reclaiming my place. I was stepping into a grown-up life, one where I didn't have to answer to a reckless bad boy or fix his messes.
My return home wasn't just a journey between cities—it was a reset. My family business waited, solidarity and responsibility beckoned. I'd wear power suits, not glittery dresses.
