Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 110

Chapter 3

“Lukas!” I called out urgently, my voice carrying through the cool night air. “Are you really going to leave me here all by myself?”

For a moment, Lukas Clark froze in his tracks. His body stiffened as if caught between two worlds. When he turned to face me, his eyes betrayed a storm of hesitation and inner turmoil.

“Urja, Farah’s in danger right now,” he said, his voice low but firm. “As her superior, I can’t just stand idly by.”

“Just her superior?” I asked softly, my gaze steady and unwavering. “Have you ever stopped to think about what that means for me if you walk away right now?”

He bit his lower lip, as though struggling to find the right words to explain himself. But instead of a heartfelt reply, he simply said, “Urja, I’ve already called the driver. He’ll take you home.”

Without another glance, Lukas spun on his heel and hurried away, swallowed by the shadows of the night. I remained rooted to the spot, watching his retreating figure dissolve into the darkness. A strange cocktail of emotions churned inside me — bitterness, sadness, and a hollow sense of betrayal.

This was the man I had once loved deeply.

A man who could abandon me without hesitation for another woman.

I drew in a steadying breath, trying to quell the storm raging within. There was no time to drown in sorrow or anger. Urgent matters demanded my attention.

Pulling out my phone, I quickly dialed a number. “It’s me. There’s something I need you to handle immediately.”

After ending the call, I dismissed the driver Lukas had arranged, deciding to drive home on my own. The city’s streets blurred past as I wrestled with my thoughts.

Not long after, my phone buzzed with a new message.

I already sensed the task had been taken care of.

Sure enough, when I unlocked the screen, a video played.

Farah White stood inside a small convenience store on the outskirts of the city, dressed in a shimmering gown, adorned with sparkling jewelry — like a fallen princess caught in a gilded cage.

From the taxi outside, Lukas Clark emerged swiftly, moving toward her like a knight descending from the heavens.

The moment Farah spotted him, she threw herself into his embrace, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Even from where I was, I felt the sting of her desperation.

Lukas’s face twisted with pain as he held her close, his brow furrowed in concern. His voice was soft and soothing as he comforted her.

At one point, Farah rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a tender kiss to Lukas’s lips.

Without hesitation, he pulled her even closer.

The two of them, entwined so intimately, looked like the protagonists of a romantic drama unfolding before my eyes.

Recalling Lukas’s earlier explanation, a bitter irony settled over me.

So this was their “pure and innocent” relationship.

“Sweetheart, something came up at work. I’ll be staying late tonight.”

“I’ll pick up breakfast for you in the morning. Love you, baby.”

His words were as affectionate as ever.

But the location my subordinate had sent me just three minutes earlier told a different story — Lukas was clearly at the Hilton presidential suite.

How long had he been wearing this mask?

I let out a cold, bitter laugh.

I replied simply, “Sweetheart, make sure to take care of yourself. Don’t overwork.”

I didn’t want him to exhaust himself and leave me to clean up the mess he created.

After sending the message, I ignored his sweet talk, applying a face mask before slipping into bed for some much-needed rest.

Tomorrow, I reminded myself, I had a battle to fight.

Since we started the company, Lukas had always managed daily operations, while I focused on cultivating client relationships and expanding our business.

On regular workdays, unless there was an important meeting, I rarely went to the office in the mornings.