After a couple of days of recuperating, Lyse at last returned to her fashion studio. The hum of sewing machines and the soft chatter of her employees filled the air, the familiar scent of fabrics and leather soothed her nerves, offering a temporary respite from the chaos of her recent hospitalization and all the drama that came along with being married to Levi.
When she was deep in her work, her phone rang, interrupting her reverie. It was her father, his voice laced with desperation. "Lyse, you have to do something. Levi is punishing us. He is cutting off our supplies, I don't know what to do."
Her heart sank. She knew Levi could be ruthless, but this was a new low, what reason would he have to go after her father. "Why is he doing this, Dad?" she asked, her voice steady.
"We think that it is because of the incident at the dinner," her mother suddenly shouted over him, his voice filled with irritation. "He thinks we poisoned you, all of this is your fault."