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Sixteen years ago, under the rubble, Lizzy had been so dehydrated her voice was hoarse-more like a rusty kettle than an opera singer..
But now, hearing that familiar style echo from the stage, something inside Simon cracked. It was as if time folded, and he was once again a teenager listening to the gentle, wavering songs that had once soothed his soul.
His heart pounded wildly.
Then he looked up.
It was Lily.
It was Lily singing on stage.
But… wasn’t Lizzy the one who had sung to him back then?
Why did Lily’s voice make him feel that exact same sense of haunting familiarity?
Who was she really?
Who was his Lizzy?
Simon felt like he was losing his mind.
He knew Elsa was his Lizzy.
Yet in that moment, doubt crept in, sharp and unforgiving-what if Lily was the one from back then?
He hated Lily.
He hated her shamelessness, her sharp tongue, the way she always pushed too hard, refuted to let things go. He hated how she’d humiliated Lizzy, and how she refused to drop the charges against Wendy.
He should have been disgusted by her.
He told himself he was.
He turned to leave.
But his legs disobeyed him.
Like he was under a spell, he didn’t walk out of the theater. He moved forward-slowly, step by step-until he found himself seated in the front row,
He kept telling himsof that Lily was nothing.
That her presence on stage insulted the art of Folk Opera. That her voice was a torment to his ears.
But his heartbeat refused to settle.
As he stared at her-immersed in her role, her body swaying to the rhythm, her eyes shining with passion
-his emotions spun out of control, and his heart pounded wildly, completely out of sync.
She had rehearsed on stage for three full hours-and he had sat there the entire time, watching and listening for three full hours.
While she sang of heartbreak and partings, he sat in the dark, utterly spellbound.
Lily had been completely immersed in rehearsal and hadn’t noticed Simon in the audience at all. When they wrapped up, she headed backstage toward the private dressing rooms reserved for performers
Just as she reached the hallway, a hand suddenly clamped down hard on her wrist.
Startled, she turned around-and found Simon gripping her tightly, his eyes dark and turbulent, like storm clouds churning over the sea.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The last time she saw him in the hospital, he had nearly snapped her neck.
What was he planning this time?
Wary and on edge, she stared at him, fully alert. She couldn’t help but suspect he might resort to anything just to force her into accepting a settlement.
“Let go! Simon, what the hell do you want?” she snapped
Simon didn’t answer. His eyes, ink-black and lost in fog, were filled with something haunted, almost crazed.
His voice came out hoarse, strained, like he was trying to pierce through a dream but didn’t want to shatter the illusion.
“Lily… who are you, really?”
What?
Lily froze, completely thrown by the question.
After all the times they’d clashed, was he seriously asking who she was?
Was he pretending to have amnesia, or had he finally lost his mind?
His question made no sense. And his grip hurt. He was squeezing her wrist so tightly it throbbed with pain. Coupled with how much she loathed him already, there was no way she was about to play nice.
She yanked her arm, but his grip didn’t budge. Her voice turned icy.
“I said let go! Simon, if you’ve lost your damn mind, call emergency services and get help-or better yet, get a brain transplant. I can’t stand you. I hate seeing you. I hate being hurt by you for no reason. Let me go and get the hell out of my sight!”
Simon still stood frozen./
Like his soul hadn’t quite caught up with his body.
“Let Go
When brute strength failed, Lily sank her teeth into his hand-hard.
He flinched in pain, finally snapping out of his daze.
The jolt of pain seemed to drag his mind back into focus.
What the hell had just happened to him?
He must’ve been out of his damn mind.
Elsa had told him about their childhood. She could recall their shared memories. The jade pendant he’d given her was around her neck.
There was no doubt in his mind-Elsa was his Lizzy.
So how could he have possibly doubted that?
How could he have even entertained the idea that Lily might be the one who pulled him through his darkest hour?
The more he though about it, the more furious he became-at himself.
He suddenly flung her away, hard. “You’re not her! Stay the hell away from me!”
“Psycho.”
He’d grabbed her out of nowhere. Now he was tossing her aside with no warning. If she hadn’t caught the door handle, she would’ve crashed to the ground.
She knew if it came to a real fight, ten of her wouldn’t be a match for Simon.
But she hated losing. Hated being insulted. Hated being hurt for no reason.
She straightened up, voice cold and sharp. “Simon, I don’t know what kind of fit you’re throwing tonight, but I’m sick of you. Take your precious Elsa and vanish. Hell, maybe you and John should just stay locked up with her forever. You want a two-on-one relationship? Go for it. But leave me the hell alone. I’m so tired of your drama,
Two-on-one?
Did she seriously just suggest that he and John should share Elsa?
What kind of messed-up taste was that?
He only saw Elsa as a little sister. There wasn’t a shred of romantic interest between them. How could she even say something like that?
His disgust with Lily only deepened.
He shot her a warning glare and didn’t say another word. Then he spun around and stormed off, radiating cold fury.
Once he disappeared down the hallway. Lily finally ler our a long breath.
She’d been genuinely afraid he might hit her. Now that he was gone, the tension left her body like air from a balloon.
It was already past ten at night. She had to meet with James tomorrow as Leila and would need to do her makeup early in the morning. She didn’t want to waste another second, so she quickly headed to the dressing room to change.
Her regular clothes were still in the wardrobe inside.
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