The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 64

The moment those words left his mouth, even Lorian himself was shocked.

He never imagined he'd torch his own wedding over news about Sylvia.

But with emotions boiling over, nothing else seemed to matter.

Ewan sighed deeply, knocking on the car window. As the glass lowered, he leaned in.

"Is revenge really all you feel for Sylvia? Lorian, you're too close to see it, but what you feel for her stopped being about revenge a long time ago."

"Think about it—the first time you blew off your friends because she called, how you completely lost it when she got sick, how you're falling apart now that she's in trouble—your feelings changed without you even noticing."

"Be honest with yourself—if Sylvia had shown up today wearing that dress you picked out, would you really have played those videos?"

"You've been using Jocelyn as a shield, trying to convince yourself you're not falling for Sylvia. You might fool everyone else, but you can't fool yourself."

"As your friend, one last piece of advice: don't let hate make you blind. Only your father knows what really happened back then. Just ask him directly."

With that, Ewan stepped back, giving him room to leave.

Lorian floored it, the car shooting forward.

But the conversation bounced around his skull like a pinball.

He asked himself the hard question—if Sylvia had shown up at the wedding, could he have really gone through with humiliating her?

The answer had always been there.

He'd just been too consumed by hatred to see clearly.

Unable to see clearly.

His growing feelings for Sylvia felt like betraying his mother's memory.

He refused to let himself love her.

Refused to acknowledge any real feelings.

But hearts don't follow rules or plans, and his was no exception.

By the time he realized the truth, everything had fallen apart.

Stopped at a red light, he fired off dozens of messages to Sylvia. Pouring out years of suppressed feelings and confessing every wrong he'd done to her.