Games They are Playing

Lia’s POV I’m furious. Beyond furious. The anger simmered, a volcanic eruption threatening to spill over. This is precisely why I never wanted to come back. This is why I had meticulously avoided any situation that might lead to a confrontation with either of them. Seeing them, hearing their voices, watching their pathetic posturing—it just reopened all my insecurities, all the failures and heartbreaks I had worked so hard to bury. The old wounds, barely scabbed over, were ripped wide open again, bleeding fresh pain. “Airport,” I barked at the driver, not even looking back. He nodded, probably used to my abrupt commands, and efficiently navigated the streets toward the international terminal. I needed to get out, to escape the suffocating memories of this place, of them. At the lounge, my team was already waiting, chatting quietly, their faces eager for the flight. They were oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions I was battling, the tears I was desperately trying to hold back. I offere