I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 45

At five o’clock, Niamh clocked out. She didn’t notice that as her car pulled out of the company parking lot, Cormac’s car followed close behind.

When she got home, Lyric offered to let her live there rent-free, but Niamh refused. Lyric was already doing so much by picking up the children and helping to look after them in the evenings. Niamh couldn’t possibly accept more from her. Just because Lyric was wealthy didn’t mean she shouldn’t pay what she owed.

At six-thirty, Niamh left for her evening job. It was already dark, and the neighborhood lights were on. As she drove out of the complex, a figure suddenly darted out in front of her car, blocking her path. She slammed on the brakes just in time.

Furious, Niamh rolled down her window and yelled, “What do you think you’re—?”

The words died in her throat when she recognized the person. It was Cormac.

What was he doing here? Had he followed her?

A surge of anger rose within her. She got out of the car and marched toward him. “Cormac, are you crazy? What if I had hit you?”

Before she could finish, he pulled her into a hug.

“Niamh, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered. “Let’s get back together.”

Niamh froze for a second, then grabbed his arms and forcefully pushed him away. “Cormac, I have to get to work. I don’t have time for this.”

She turned to get back in her car, but he lunged forward again, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Niamh, please don’t push me away. Can we please start over?”

She took a deep breath. “Cormac, I’m sorry. We can’t. We really, really can’t.”

He immediately moved to stand in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“Niamh, don’t you love me anymore?” he asked, his voice full of pain. “You once told me I was your first love, that you would only ever love me. Have you forgotten all that?”

Niamh gently removed his hands from her face. “Cormac, I’ll say it one more time. Loving you was in the past. I don’t love you anymore.”

“So, there’s really no going back for us, Niamh?” he asked, his voice choked with grief.

“No,” she replied, her heart unmoved by his pain.

In the last five years, she had been through so much, things she should and shouldn’t have experienced. There was nothing she couldn’t let go of, especially not a love that was never meant to be hers.

The memory of him coldly breaking off their engagement flashed through her mind, and her gaze hardened.

“Cormac, I have to go to work. You should go home. Rhoslyn is probably waiting for you.” With that, she got in her car and drove away.

The moment she was gone, Rhoslyn emerged from the shadows.

She had seen everything.