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Reborn on the night my Alpha husband lost control of his heat, I chose to let my own sister be his remedy. In my past life, I fell in love with Nicholas, the Alpha of our pack. When I learned he’d been cursed by ancient dark magic and couldn’t control his heat, I helped him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. As an Alpha, he needed an heir, and the Council forced him to mark me. On the day of the ceremony, his true love, Leah, couldn’t accept it and ran away. Then, rogue wolves attacked her. When her body was brought back, Nicholas showed no emotion. But on our pup’s first full moon, he poisoned me with wolfsbane. Before I died, his voice was cold as ice: “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, I wouldn’t have marked you. Leah wouldn’t have run away. Her death is on you—and you’ll pay for it.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night Nicholas fell victim to the curse. This time, I only wanted to walk away from it all… but Nicholas finally fell to his knees, begging me to come back to him. *** Chapter 1 After being reborn, I had no time to adjust. The moment I regained consciousness, I heard a low, ragged gasp coming from the master bedroom. Then, a command—strained and desperate. "Alice—" His voice was thick with pain and barely restrained desire. I knew that sound too well. The dark magic inside Nicholas was spiraling out of control again. In my past life, when I heard him call my name like that, I opened the door almost on instinct. I knew what it meant. And I went in anyway. I soothed his heat. The memories flickered through my mind, but this time, I didn't hesitate. I stood in the hallway. I didn't go to the master bedroom. Instead, I turned and picked up the intercom on the wall. "Leah. The Alpha needs you. Come now." After I hung up, I walked to the door of the master bedroom. Inside, I heard something heavy slam into the bedpost. His breathing was erratic. I didn't go any closer. I just spoke through the door. "She'll be here in ten minutes." For a moment, everything inside went still. Then came another low, shuddering breath—like he was forcing something down. I didn't wait for a response. I stepped back to the other side of the hall. A few minutes later, the sharp click of Leah's heels echoed down the stone corridor. She stopped in front of me, eyes sharp as they swept over me from head to toe. When she saw I was fully dressed, with no sign of being marked, her tense shoulders relaxed just slightly. Before she opened the door, she glanced at me. Her voice was smug. "Go rest, Alice. I'll take it from here." I turned and left without a word, heading back to my room in the west tower. It wasn't until three in the morning that the sounds from the master bedroom finally died down. I sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit forest beyond the castle. In my past life, I loved Nicholas too much. Even knowing his heart belonged to Leah, I gave myself to him when he lost control. And I got pregnant. This time, I won't make the same mistake. I'm leaving. I'm done being a prisoner in this castle. The next day at noon, the butler knocked on my door. "Miss Alice, the Alpha is asking for you in the master bedroom." The door was half-open when I arrived. Leah was sitting on the edge of the bed. Nicholas stood by the window, his back to me. Leah looked up, her expression casual—too casual. "Alice, the Alpha mentioned you know healing." As she spoke, her fingers lightly pressed against the side of her neck. There was a faint red mark there, still fresh. "I'm a little sore from last night. Can you take a look and tell me if it needs treatment?" The room was silent. Nicholas didn't turn around. He didn't stop her either. I stepped closer, letting my gaze linger on her neck for only a second before I looked away. It didn't need treatment. She knew that. She just wanted to show off. I answered calmly. "No risk of infection. Just rest." Leah blinked, caught off guard. Nicholas's brow furrowed slightly. This wasn't how I used to act. The old me would've snapped at her by now. I bowed politely, made an excuse, and left. Half an hour later, I was sorting herbs in my room when the door opened. Nicholas walked in without waiting for permission. He'd changed into casual clothes. Those eyes I used to adore now looked at me with nothing but suspicion. Chapter 2 I took half a step back on instinct. Nicholas frowned and strode into the room, shutting the door behind him. The space was already small. His presence made it suffocating. "You're avoiding me." It wasn't a question. He stepped closer. His Alpha aura was reined in, but the pressure that lingered still made it hard to breathe. "Is it because of last night? Or because of me and Leah?" I forced myself to meet his eyes, keeping my voice as steady as I could. "Neither. I'm genuinely happy for you both." He let out a low, humorless laugh and suddenly reached out, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. "Genuinely? Alice, did you forget what you did at the full moon gathering on your coming-of-age? You pinned your brooch to my coat. A courting gesture. You think I didn't notice?" "It was smart of you not to confess outright, because I would've rejected you on the spot. The Dark Moon Pack has always believed that Alpha should be with a strong she-wolf. An Omega, no matter how capable, could never be the Alpha's mate. You know that better than anyone." He let go and glanced around my room. His gaze landed on the wooden box on my desk. He walked over and opened it without hesitation. Inside were all the little things I'd collected over the years. Things tied to him. The tip of a deer antler he'd given me after a hunt. A button that had fallen off one of his old shirts. Even a broken pen I'd pestered him for until he gave in. Nicholas flipped the box over, letting everything spill onto the carpet. Then he ground one of the pieces under the toe of his boot. "Alice, I thought you were the most sensible one in this pack. But these feelings you've been holding onto? Pathetic." "You know my mate will be someone strong. Leah is the one I need. And yet you're still hoarding these scraps like they mean something. It's sad. You realize that, don't you?" He turned and left. The oak door clicked shut softly behind him. I crouched down and picked up the scattered items, one by one. Then I threw them all into the fireplace. They were broken anyway. No point keeping them. And the feelings I shouldn't have had? Time to kill those too. Three days later, I came back from gathering herbs in the forest and found that someone had been in my room. The blanket my mother left me was gone. In its place was an ordinary wool throw. I was about to ask the servants when I overheard them whispering in the hallway. "The Alpha really dotes on Miss Leah. One word from her and he took that beautiful blanket right off Miss Alice's bed." So that's what happened. I was about to go back to sorting my herbs when the door opened. Nicholas stood in the doorway, his tone matter-of-fact. "Leah's wolf has been unstable lately. Moonsilk has a calming effect on her, so I gave her the blanket. If you need one, you can have the butler order another wool throw." I kept my back to him and continued organizing the herbs I'd brought back. I hummed in acknowledgment. His footsteps drew closer. He stopped right behind me. "Alice, you've been too quiet lately." His voice dropped, carrying a note of warning. "Leah may already be carrying my heir. If you do anything you shouldn't, you know what the consequences will be." I finally turned around and met his eyes. "Alpha, I don't have any inappropriate thoughts. I've simply come to understand my place." "You've always wanted me to know my limits as an Omega. Now I do. You should be satisfied." Nicholas's lips pressed into a thin line. His throat bobbed. After a long pause, he forced out one word. "Good." Then he turned and left. In the past, when he walked away angry like that, I would've chased after him. I would've explained, apologized, done anything to make him stop being upset. Not anymore. Three days later, I submitted a petition to the Council of Elders to live independently. As an adult member of the pack, I had the right to leave the territory and live on my own. The request was approved quickly—especially after Leah hinted that my presence in the castle might affect her pregnancy. The Council stamped it without hesitation. I bought an old house with a garden in a small town near a human city down south. The climate was warm. Herbs grew in abundance. It was quiet enough for me to live in peace. I set my departure date for the same day as Nicholas and Leah's marking ceremony. Chapter 3 The day Leah's pregnancy was announced, I lost access to the west wing. No formal notice. No explanation. I was taking inventory in the apothecary when I noticed that several calming herbs I used regularly had been marked with red seals. I reached for them, but the guard on duty stopped me. "Sorry, Miss Alice. You're not permitted to use these." I froze. "These are part of my formulas." The guard just repeated himself. "Alpha's orders." That's when it truly hit me. I no longer had a place in this pack. That afternoon, I was summoned to the main hall. Nicholas stood at the desk, flipping through a ledger. I stood there for a long time before he finally looked up. "You've been moving assets around?" I nodded. Nicholas pressed his lips together. After a pause, he said, "You've been using funds from the herb revenue your mother left you. That was registered with the pack." I frowned. "I have the right to use it." He corrected me. "You used to. Not anymore." My head snapped up. "What does that mean?" Nicholas closed the ledger and looked at me. That look didn't seem like looking at a living person. it was more like dealing with a piece of trash that he couldn't figure out where to throw away. "Leah is pregnant. She needs a stable environment. And your recent behavior makes it hard not to read into things." I suddenly understood. It wasn't that I'd done something wrong. It was that I was still here at all. His tone grew colder. "Alice, you're being irrational. You've always had a skewed sense of where you stand." My throat tightened. "I never—" "You have." He cut me off. "You've always thought you had some kind of special place with me. But the truth is, you were just convenient. You stayed out of the way." The words hit like an axe to the chest. "Things are different now. Leah is carrying my pup. I won't tolerate anyone who might upset her." He looked at me, voice deliberate. "Including you." The air went cold. He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do you think if you leave, I'll regret it? Is that what this is?" My fingers clenched. "That's not what I'm thinking." "Then what do you want?" He stood and stepped closer. "You want me to abandon Leah while she's pregnant? Or do you want me to let your little drama ruin her emotional state right before the ceremony?" His voice wasn't loud, but every word pressed down on me. "Everything you're doing right now—it all points to one thing." "You're trying to force me to choose between you and Leah." My throat felt dry. "But that choice never existed in the first place." His words cut slow and deep, like a dull blade carving into me. "Alice, you should know better than anyone. The only reason you're still standing here is because you've always known your place." "Not because you matter." I stood frozen. He looked at me, as if checking to make sure I understood. "I let you stay out of duty and order. Not affection." "So what you're doing now just tells me one thing—" He paused, and his tone turned ice-cold. "You're getting out of line." My fingers trembled. Even though I'd already decided to leave him for good, having him strip away my very existence like this—it still hurt so much I could barely breathe. I heard myself speak, my voice eerily calm. "So I should disappear. Is that it?" Nicholas hesitated, then looked away with a frown. "Enough with the tantrum. Go back to your room and stay put for a few days." I let out a cold laugh and walked out. Good thing I'd already made plans to leave. Chapter 4 The next day, when I was called to the infirmary, the first thing I saw was Nicholas's back. He was standing beside the bed, leaning down slightly and speaking to Leah in a low voice. His tone held a patience I hadn't heard from him in a long time. Leah was propped against the headboard, pale but unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. One hand rested on her stomach. The other was extended toward the healer for examination. "The pregnancy is stable, but emotional state still requires close attention." "Additionally, she should avoid stress for the time being." Every time the healer spoke, his eyes flicked instinctively toward Nicholas. Nicholas nodded and gave his order. "Everything is to prioritize Leah." That's when Leah looked up and noticed me. She blinked, as if just realizing I was there, then gave a perfectly timed smile. "Alice. You came." "I wasn't feeling well last night. The Alpha said you're the best with calming remedies, so I asked him to call you. I hope I'm not interrupting?" Before I could answer, Nicholas spoke for me. "She's fine. Leah, you're the one who matters right now." Leah hummed softly, as if thinking. "It's nothing serious. I just feel anxious sometimes. And if I smell anything unfamiliar, it makes me uncomfortable." Her gaze drifted back to me. "I'm probably just being sensitive." I stepped forward and gave her a quick examination. Just as I was about to speak, Leah cut in. "Everything's fine, right?" There was something eager in her tone—like she was hoping I'd say something was wrong. "You're doing well. The baby's healthy." Leah's expression faltered for half a second. All the vulnerability and distress she'd prepared went to waste. But she recovered quickly and let out a soft laugh. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Did you think I called you here to upset you?" "No." "I just wanted you to see it for yourself." Her hand pressed against her stomach, eyes locked on mine. "Everything you used to dream about? I have it now. And I didn't have to do a thing." I still didn't say anything. She added, more urgently, "The Alpha spends almost all his time with me now. He even postponed the Council meeting last night." "He said the baby comes first." Nicholas stroked her hair and glanced at the healer. "Is the exam done?" The healer nodded immediately. "Yes, Alpha." Nicholas finally looked at me. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but it took him a while to get it out. "Leah needs rest. From now on, try not to appear in front of her." I nodded. "Don't worry. I understand." As I turned to leave, I could feel his gaze follow me briefly. But it was quickly replaced by another voice. "Nick, I'm cold." The curtain fell. The sound was cut off. When I walked out of the castle with my luggage, my heart was strangely calm. I wasn't going to look back. Third Person POV: On the day of the marking ceremony, Nicholas ordered extra guards stationed near the west wing. He didn't say it outright, but everyone understood. Today was Leah's most important day. No disruptions could be allowed. Especially not from Alice. Her recent silence was too unusual. Nicholas didn't believe she'd calmly watch him bond with someone else. Before heading to the ceremony grounds, his eyes swept over the crowd without thinking. He didn't see her. For a moment, he felt relief. Then, just as quickly, an uncomfortable hollowness followed. He brushed it off. Just nerves before the ceremony. That's all. Once the ceremony began, he focused entirely on Leah. She stood at his side, smiling brightly, her arm wrapped affectionately around his. Everything went perfectly. When it ended, cheers erupted from the pack members. Nicholas stood at the center. He should have felt satisfied. But in that moment, a thought flickered through his mind. Alice really didn't come. The realization made his chest tighten slightly. He shoved it down. Wasn't it better that she didn't show up? This was how it should be. Still, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from remembering the way her eyes used to glisten with unshed tears. Back at the main hall, he asked casually, "Was there any activity in the west wing today?" The butler hesitated before answering quietly. "No, Alpha." "Miss Alice has left the territory." Nicholas's fingers stilled. "Left?" ...

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Reborn on the night my Alpha husband lost control of his heat, I chose to let my own sister be his remedy. In my past life, I fell in love with Nicholas, the Alpha of our pack. When I learned he’d been cursed by ancient dark magic and couldn’t control his heat, I helped him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. As an Alpha, he needed an heir, and the Council forced him to mark me. On the day of the ceremony, his true love, Leah, couldn’t accept it and ran away. Then, rogue wolves attacked her. When her body was brought back, Nicholas showed no emotion. But on our pup’s first full moon, he poisoned me with wolfsbane. Before I died, his voice was cold as ice: “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, I wouldn’t have marked you. Leah wouldn’t have run away. Her death is on you—and you’ll pay for it.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night Nicholas fell victim to the curse. This time, I only wanted to walk away from it all… but Nicholas finally fell to his knees, begging me to come back to him. *** Chapter 1 After being reborn, I had no time to adjust. The moment I regained consciousness, I heard a low, ragged gasp coming from the master bedroom. Then, a command—strained and desperate. "Alice—" His voice was thick with pain and barely restrained desire. I knew that sound too well. The dark magic inside Nicholas was spiraling out of control again. In my past life, when I heard him call my name like that, I opened the door almost on instinct. I knew what it meant. And I went in anyway. I soothed his heat. The memories flickered through my mind, but this time, I didn't hesitate. I stood in the hallway. I didn't go to the master bedroom. Instead, I turned and picked up the intercom on the wall. "Leah. The Alpha needs you. Come now." After I hung up, I walked to the door of the master bedroom. Inside, I heard something heavy slam into the bedpost. His breathing was erratic. I didn't go any closer. I just spoke through the door. "She'll be here in ten minutes." For a moment, everything inside went still. Then came another low, shuddering breath—like he was forcing something down. I didn't wait for a response. I stepped back to the other side of the hall. A few minutes later, the sharp click of Leah's heels echoed down the stone corridor. She stopped in front of me, eyes sharp as they swept over me from head to toe. When she saw I was fully dressed, with no sign of being marked, her tense shoulders relaxed just slightly. Before she opened the door, she glanced at me. Her voice was smug. "Go rest, Alice. I'll take it from here." I turned and left without a word, heading back to my room in the west tower. It wasn't until three in the morning that the sounds from the master bedroom finally died down. I sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit forest beyond the castle. In my past life, I loved Nicholas too much. Even knowing his heart belonged to Leah, I gave myself to him when he lost control. And I got pregnant. This time, I won't make the same mistake. I'm leaving. I'm done being a prisoner in this castle. The next day at noon, the butler knocked on my door. "Miss Alice, the Alpha is asking for you in the master bedroom." The door was half-open when I arrived. Leah was sitting on the edge of the bed. Nicholas stood by the window, his back to me. Leah looked up, her expression casual—too casual. "Alice, the Alpha mentioned you know healing." As she spoke, her fingers lightly pressed against the side of her neck. There was a faint red mark there, still fresh. "I'm a little sore from last night. Can you take a look and tell me if it needs treatment?" The room was silent. Nicholas didn't turn around. He didn't stop her either. I stepped closer, letting my gaze linger on her neck for only a second before I looked away. It didn't need treatment. She knew that. She just wanted to show off. I answered calmly. "No risk of infection. Just rest." Leah blinked, caught off guard. Nicholas's brow furrowed slightly. This wasn't how I used to act. The old me would've snapped at her by now. I bowed politely, made an excuse, and left. Half an hour later, I was sorting herbs in my room when the door opened. Nicholas walked in without waiting for permission. He'd changed into casual clothes. Those eyes I used to adore now looked at me with nothing but suspicion. Chapter 2 I took half a step back on instinct. Nicholas frowned and strode into the room, shutting the door behind him. The space was already small. His presence made it suffocating. "You're avoiding me." It wasn't a question. He stepped closer. His Alpha aura was reined in, but the pressure that lingered still made it hard to breathe. "Is it because of last night? Or because of me and Leah?" I forced myself to meet his eyes, keeping my voice as steady as I could. "Neither. I'm genuinely happy for you both." He let out a low, humorless laugh and suddenly reached out, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. "Genuinely? Alice, did you forget what you did at the full moon gathering on your coming-of-age? You pinned your brooch to my coat. A courting gesture. You think I didn't notice?" "It was smart of you not to confess outright, because I would've rejected you on the spot. The Dark Moon Pack has always believed that Alpha should be with a strong she-wolf. An Omega, no matter how capable, could never be the Alpha's mate. You know that better than anyone." He let go and glanced around my room. His gaze landed on the wooden box on my desk. He walked over and opened it without hesitation. Inside were all the little things I'd collected over the years. Things tied to him. The tip of a deer antler he'd given me after a hunt. A button that had fallen off one of his old shirts. Even a broken pen I'd pestered him for until he gave in. Nicholas flipped the box over, letting everything spill onto the carpet. Then he ground one of the pieces under the toe of his boot. "Alice, I thought you were the most sensible one in this pack. But these feelings you've been holding onto? Pathetic." "You know my mate will be someone strong. Leah is the one I need. And yet you're still hoarding these scraps like they mean something. It's sad. You realize that, don't you?" He turned and left. The oak door clicked shut softly behind him. I crouched down and picked up the scattered items, one by one. Then I threw them all into the fireplace. They were broken anyway. No point keeping them. And the feelings I shouldn't have had? Time to kill those too. Three days later, I came back from gathering herbs in the forest and found that someone had been in my room. The blanket my mother left me was gone. In its place was an ordinary wool throw. I was about to ask the servants when I overheard them whispering in the hallway. "The Alpha really dotes on Miss Leah. One word from her and he took that beautiful blanket right off Miss Alice's bed." So that's what happened. I was about to go back to sorting my herbs when the door opened. Nicholas stood in the doorway, his tone matter-of-fact. "Leah's wolf has been unstable lately. Moonsilk has a calming effect on her, so I gave her the blanket. If you need one, you can have the butler order another wool throw." I kept my back to him and continued organizing the herbs I'd brought back. I hummed in acknowledgment. His footsteps drew closer. He stopped right behind me. "Alice, you've been too quiet lately." His voice dropped, carrying a note of warning. "Leah may already be carrying my heir. If you do anything you shouldn't, you know what the consequences will be." I finally turned around and met his eyes. "Alpha, I don't have any inappropriate thoughts. I've simply come to understand my place." "You've always wanted me to know my limits as an Omega. Now I do. You should be satisfied." Nicholas's lips pressed into a thin line. His throat bobbed. After a long pause, he forced out one word. "Good." Then he turned and left. In the past, when he walked away angry like that, I would've chased after him. I would've explained, apologized, done anything to make him stop being upset. Not anymore. Three days later, I submitted a petition to the Council of Elders to live independently. As an adult member of the pack, I had the right to leave the territory and live on my own. The request was approved quickly—especially after Leah hinted that my presence in the castle might affect her pregnancy. The Council stamped it without hesitation. I bought an old house with a garden in a small town near a human city down south. The climate was warm. Herbs grew in abundance. It was quiet enough for me to live in peace. I set my departure date for the same day as Nicholas and Leah's marking ceremony. Chapter 3 The day Leah's pregnancy was announced, I lost access to the west wing. No formal notice. No explanation. I was taking inventory in the apothecary when I noticed that several calming herbs I used regularly had been marked with red seals. I reached for them, but the guard on duty stopped me. "Sorry, Miss Alice. You're not permitted to use these." I froze. "These are part of my formulas." The guard just repeated himself. "Alpha's orders." That's when it truly hit me. I no longer had a place in this pack. That afternoon, I was summoned to the main hall. Nicholas stood at the desk, flipping through a ledger. I stood there for a long time before he finally looked up. "You've been moving assets around?" I nodded. Nicholas pressed his lips together. After a pause, he said, "You've been using funds from the herb revenue your mother left you. That was registered with the pack." I frowned. "I have the right to use it." He corrected me. "You used to. Not anymore." My head snapped up. "What does that mean?" Nicholas closed the ledger and looked at me. That look didn't seem like looking at a living person. it was more like dealing with a piece of trash that he couldn't figure out where to throw away. "Leah is pregnant. She needs a stable environment. And your recent behavior makes it hard not to read into things." I suddenly understood. It wasn't that I'd done something wrong. It was that I was still here at all. His tone grew colder. "Alice, you're being irrational. You've always had a skewed sense of where you stand." My throat tightened. "I never—" "You have." He cut me off. "You've always thought you had some kind of special place with me. But the truth is, you were just convenient. You stayed out of the way." The words hit like an axe to the chest. "Things are different now. Leah is carrying my pup. I won't tolerate anyone who might upset her." He looked at me, voice deliberate. "Including you." The air went cold. He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do you think if you leave, I'll regret it? Is that what this is?" My fingers clenched. "That's not what I'm thinking." "Then what do you want?" He stood and stepped closer. "You want me to abandon Leah while she's pregnant? Or do you want me to let your little drama ruin her emotional state right before the ceremony?" His voice wasn't loud, but every word pressed down on me. "Everything you're doing right now—it all points to one thing." "You're trying to force me to choose between you and Leah." My throat felt dry. "But that choice never existed in the first place." His words cut slow and deep, like a dull blade carving into me. "Alice, you should know better than anyone. The only reason you're still standing here is because you've always known your place." "Not because you matter." I stood frozen. He looked at me, as if checking to make sure I understood. "I let you stay out of duty and order. Not affection." "So what you're doing now just tells me one thing—" He paused, and his tone turned ice-cold. "You're getting out of line." My fingers trembled. Even though I'd already decided to leave him for good, having him strip away my very existence like this—it still hurt so much I could barely breathe. I heard myself speak, my voice eerily calm. "So I should disappear. Is that it?" Nicholas hesitated, then looked away with a frown. "Enough with the tantrum. Go back to your room and stay put for a few days." I let out a cold laugh and walked out. Good thing I'd already made plans to leave. Chapter 4 The next day, when I was called to the infirmary, the first thing I saw was Nicholas's back. He was standing beside the bed, leaning down slightly and speaking to Leah in a low voice. His tone held a patience I hadn't heard from him in a long time. Leah was propped against the headboard, pale but unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. One hand rested on her stomach. The other was extended toward the healer for examination. "The pregnancy is stable, but emotional state still requires close attention." "Additionally, she should avoid stress for the time being." Every time the healer spoke, his eyes flicked instinctively toward Nicholas. Nicholas nodded and gave his order. "Everything is to prioritize Leah." That's when Leah looked up and noticed me. She blinked, as if just realizing I was there, then gave a perfectly timed smile. "Alice. You came." "I wasn't feeling well last night. The Alpha said you're the best with calming remedies, so I asked him to call you. I hope I'm not interrupting?" Before I could answer, Nicholas spoke for me. "She's fine. Leah, you're the one who matters right now." Leah hummed softly, as if thinking. "It's nothing serious. I just feel anxious sometimes. And if I smell anything unfamiliar, it makes me uncomfortable." Her gaze drifted back to me. "I'm probably just being sensitive." I stepped forward and gave her a quick examination. Just as I was about to speak, Leah cut in. "Everything's fine, right?" There was something eager in her tone—like she was hoping I'd say something was wrong. "You're doing well. The baby's healthy." Leah's expression faltered for half a second. All the vulnerability and distress she'd prepared went to waste. But she recovered quickly and let out a soft laugh. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Did you think I called you here to upset you?" "No." "I just wanted you to see it for yourself." Her hand pressed against her stomach, eyes locked on mine. "Everything you used to dream about? I have it now. And I didn't have to do a thing." I still didn't say anything. She added, more urgently, "The Alpha spends almost all his time with me now. He even postponed the Council meeting last night." "He said the baby comes first." Nicholas stroked her hair and glanced at the healer. "Is the exam done?" The healer nodded immediately. "Yes, Alpha." Nicholas finally looked at me. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but it took him a while to get it out. "Leah needs rest. From now on, try not to appear in front of her." I nodded. "Don't worry. I understand." As I turned to leave, I could feel his gaze follow me briefly. But it was quickly replaced by another voice. "Nick, I'm cold." The curtain fell. The sound was cut off. When I walked out of the castle with my luggage, my heart was strangely calm. I wasn't going to look back. Third Person POV: On the day of the marking ceremony, Nicholas ordered extra guards stationed near the west wing. He didn't say it outright, but everyone understood. Today was Leah's most important day. No disruptions could be allowed. Especially not from Alice. Her recent silence was too unusual. Nicholas didn't believe she'd calmly watch him bond with someone else. Before heading to the ceremony grounds, his eyes swept over the crowd without thinking. He didn't see her. For a moment, he felt relief. Then, just as quickly, an uncomfortable hollowness followed. He brushed it off. Just nerves before the ceremony. That's all. Once the ceremony began, he focused entirely on Leah. She stood at his side, smiling brightly, her arm wrapped affectionately around his. Everything went perfectly. When it ended, cheers erupted from the pack members. Nicholas stood at the center. He should have felt satisfied. But in that moment, a thought flickered through his mind. Alice really didn't come. The realization made his chest tighten slightly. He shoved it down. Wasn't it better that she didn't show up? This was how it should be. Still, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from remembering the way her eyes used to glisten with unshed tears. Back at the main hall, he asked casually, "Was there any activity in the west wing today?" The butler hesitated before answering quietly. "No, Alpha." "Miss Alice has left the territory." Nicholas's fingers stilled. "Left?" ...

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Reborn on the night my Alpha husband lost control of his heat, I chose to let my own sister be his remedy. In my past life, I fell in love with Nicholas, the Alpha of our pack. When I learned he’d been cursed by ancient dark magic and couldn’t control his heat, I helped him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. As an Alpha, he needed an heir, and the Council forced him to mark me. On the day of the ceremony, his true love, Leah, couldn’t accept it and ran away. Then, rogue wolves attacked her. When her body was brought back, Nicholas showed no emotion. But on our pup’s first full moon, he poisoned me with wolfsbane. Before I died, his voice was cold as ice: “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, I wouldn’t have marked you. Leah wouldn’t have run away. Her death is on you—and you’ll pay for it.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night Nicholas fell victim to the curse. This time, I only wanted to walk away from it all… but Nicholas finally fell to his knees, begging me to come back to him. *** Chapter 1 After being reborn, I had no time to adjust. The moment I regained consciousness, I heard a low, ragged gasp coming from the master bedroom. Then, a command—strained and desperate. "Alice—" His voice was thick with pain and barely restrained desire. I knew that sound too well. The dark magic inside Nicholas was spiraling out of control again. In my past life, when I heard him call my name like that, I opened the door almost on instinct. I knew what it meant. And I went in anyway. I soothed his heat. The memories flickered through my mind, but this time, I didn't hesitate. I stood in the hallway. I didn't go to the master bedroom. Instead, I turned and picked up the intercom on the wall. "Leah. The Alpha needs you. Come now." After I hung up, I walked to the door of the master bedroom. Inside, I heard something heavy slam into the bedpost. His breathing was erratic. I didn't go any closer. I just spoke through the door. "She'll be here in ten minutes." For a moment, everything inside went still. Then came another low, shuddering breath—like he was forcing something down. I didn't wait for a response. I stepped back to the other side of the hall. A few minutes later, the sharp click of Leah's heels echoed down the stone corridor. She stopped in front of me, eyes sharp as they swept over me from head to toe. When she saw I was fully dressed, with no sign of being marked, her tense shoulders relaxed just slightly. Before she opened the door, she glanced at me. Her voice was smug. "Go rest, Alice. I'll take it from here." I turned and left without a word, heading back to my room in the west tower. It wasn't until three in the morning that the sounds from the master bedroom finally died down. I sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit forest beyond the castle. In my past life, I loved Nicholas too much. Even knowing his heart belonged to Leah, I gave myself to him when he lost control. And I got pregnant. This time, I won't make the same mistake. I'm leaving. I'm done being a prisoner in this castle. The next day at noon, the butler knocked on my door. "Miss Alice, the Alpha is asking for you in the master bedroom." The door was half-open when I arrived. Leah was sitting on the edge of the bed. Nicholas stood by the window, his back to me. Leah looked up, her expression casual—too casual. "Alice, the Alpha mentioned you know healing." As she spoke, her fingers lightly pressed against the side of her neck. There was a faint red mark there, still fresh. "I'm a little sore from last night. Can you take a look and tell me if it needs treatment?" The room was silent. Nicholas didn't turn around. He didn't stop her either. I stepped closer, letting my gaze linger on her neck for only a second before I looked away. It didn't need treatment. She knew that. She just wanted to show off. I answered calmly. "No risk of infection. Just rest." Leah blinked, caught off guard. Nicholas's brow furrowed slightly. This wasn't how I used to act. The old me would've snapped at her by now. I bowed politely, made an excuse, and left. Half an hour later, I was sorting herbs in my room when the door opened. Nicholas walked in without waiting for permission. He'd changed into casual clothes. Those eyes I used to adore now looked at me with nothing but suspicion. Chapter 2 I took half a step back on instinct. Nicholas frowned and strode into the room, shutting the door behind him. The space was already small. His presence made it suffocating. "You're avoiding me." It wasn't a question. He stepped closer. His Alpha aura was reined in, but the pressure that lingered still made it hard to breathe. "Is it because of last night? Or because of me and Leah?" I forced myself to meet his eyes, keeping my voice as steady as I could. "Neither. I'm genuinely happy for you both." He let out a low, humorless laugh and suddenly reached out, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him. "Genuinely? Alice, did you forget what you did at the full moon gathering on your coming-of-age? You pinned your brooch to my coat. A courting gesture. You think I didn't notice?" "It was smart of you not to confess outright, because I would've rejected you on the spot. The Dark Moon Pack has always believed that Alpha should be with a strong she-wolf. An Omega, no matter how capable, could never be the Alpha's mate. You know that better than anyone." He let go and glanced around my room. His gaze landed on the wooden box on my desk. He walked over and opened it without hesitation. Inside were all the little things I'd collected over the years. Things tied to him. The tip of a deer antler he'd given me after a hunt. A button that had fallen off one of his old shirts. Even a broken pen I'd pestered him for until he gave in. Nicholas flipped the box over, letting everything spill onto the carpet. Then he ground one of the pieces under the toe of his boot. "Alice, I thought you were the most sensible one in this pack. But these feelings you've been holding onto? Pathetic." "You know my mate will be someone strong. Leah is the one I need. And yet you're still hoarding these scraps like they mean something. It's sad. You realize that, don't you?" He turned and left. The oak door clicked shut softly behind him. I crouched down and picked up the scattered items, one by one. Then I threw them all into the fireplace. They were broken anyway. No point keeping them. And the feelings I shouldn't have had? Time to kill those too. Three days later, I came back from gathering herbs in the forest and found that someone had been in my room. The blanket my mother left me was gone. In its place was an ordinary wool throw. I was about to ask the servants when I overheard them whispering in the hallway. "The Alpha really dotes on Miss Leah. One word from her and he took that beautiful blanket right off Miss Alice's bed." So that's what happened. I was about to go back to sorting my herbs when the door opened. Nicholas stood in the doorway, his tone matter-of-fact. "Leah's wolf has been unstable lately. Moonsilk has a calming effect on her, so I gave her the blanket. If you need one, you can have the butler order another wool throw." I kept my back to him and continued organizing the herbs I'd brought back. I hummed in acknowledgment. His footsteps drew closer. He stopped right behind me. "Alice, you've been too quiet lately." His voice dropped, carrying a note of warning. "Leah may already be carrying my heir. If you do anything you shouldn't, you know what the consequences will be." I finally turned around and met his eyes. "Alpha, I don't have any inappropriate thoughts. I've simply come to understand my place." "You've always wanted me to know my limits as an Omega. Now I do. You should be satisfied." Nicholas's lips pressed into a thin line. His throat bobbed. After a long pause, he forced out one word. "Good." Then he turned and left. In the past, when he walked away angry like that, I would've chased after him. I would've explained, apologized, done anything to make him stop being upset. Not anymore. Three days later, I submitted a petition to the Council of Elders to live independently. As an adult member of the pack, I had the right to leave the territory and live on my own. The request was approved quickly—especially after Leah hinted that my presence in the castle might affect her pregnancy. The Council stamped it without hesitation. I bought an old house with a garden in a small town near a human city down south. The climate was warm. Herbs grew in abundance. It was quiet enough for me to live in peace. I set my departure date for the same day as Nicholas and Leah's marking ceremony. Chapter 3 The day Leah's pregnancy was announced, I lost access to the west wing. No formal notice. No explanation. I was taking inventory in the apothecary when I noticed that several calming herbs I used regularly had been marked with red seals. I reached for them, but the guard on duty stopped me. "Sorry, Miss Alice. You're not permitted to use these." I froze. "These are part of my formulas." The guard just repeated himself. "Alpha's orders." That's when it truly hit me. I no longer had a place in this pack. That afternoon, I was summoned to the main hall. Nicholas stood at the desk, flipping through a ledger. I stood there for a long time before he finally looked up. "You've been moving assets around?" I nodded. Nicholas pressed his lips together. After a pause, he said, "You've been using funds from the herb revenue your mother left you. That was registered with the pack." I frowned. "I have the right to use it." He corrected me. "You used to. Not anymore." My head snapped up. "What does that mean?" Nicholas closed the ledger and looked at me. That look didn't seem like looking at a living person. it was more like dealing with a piece of trash that he couldn't figure out where to throw away. "Leah is pregnant. She needs a stable environment. And your recent behavior makes it hard not to read into things." I suddenly understood. It wasn't that I'd done something wrong. It was that I was still here at all. His tone grew colder. "Alice, you're being irrational. You've always had a skewed sense of where you stand." My throat tightened. "I never—" "You have." He cut me off. "You've always thought you had some kind of special place with me. But the truth is, you were just convenient. You stayed out of the way." The words hit like an axe to the chest. "Things are different now. Leah is carrying my pup. I won't tolerate anyone who might upset her." He looked at me, voice deliberate. "Including you." The air went cold. He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do you think if you leave, I'll regret it? Is that what this is?" My fingers clenched. "That's not what I'm thinking." "Then what do you want?" He stood and stepped closer. "You want me to abandon Leah while she's pregnant? Or do you want me to let your little drama ruin her emotional state right before the ceremony?" His voice wasn't loud, but every word pressed down on me. "Everything you're doing right now—it all points to one thing." "You're trying to force me to choose between you and Leah." My throat felt dry. "But that choice never existed in the first place." His words cut slow and deep, like a dull blade carving into me. "Alice, you should know better than anyone. The only reason you're still standing here is because you've always known your place." "Not because you matter." I stood frozen. He looked at me, as if checking to make sure I understood. "I let you stay out of duty and order. Not affection." "So what you're doing now just tells me one thing—" He paused, and his tone turned ice-cold. "You're getting out of line." My fingers trembled. Even though I'd already decided to leave him for good, having him strip away my very existence like this—it still hurt so much I could barely breathe. I heard myself speak, my voice eerily calm. "So I should disappear. Is that it?" Nicholas hesitated, then looked away with a frown. "Enough with the tantrum. Go back to your room and stay put for a few days." I let out a cold laugh and walked out. Good thing I'd already made plans to leave. Chapter 4 The next day, when I was called to the infirmary, the first thing I saw was Nicholas's back. He was standing beside the bed, leaning down slightly and speaking to Leah in a low voice. His tone held a patience I hadn't heard from him in a long time. Leah was propped against the headboard, pale but unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. One hand rested on her stomach. The other was extended toward the healer for examination. "The pregnancy is stable, but emotional state still requires close attention." "Additionally, she should avoid stress for the time being." Every time the healer spoke, his eyes flicked instinctively toward Nicholas. Nicholas nodded and gave his order. "Everything is to prioritize Leah." That's when Leah looked up and noticed me. She blinked, as if just realizing I was there, then gave a perfectly timed smile. "Alice. You came." "I wasn't feeling well last night. The Alpha said you're the best with calming remedies, so I asked him to call you. I hope I'm not interrupting?" Before I could answer, Nicholas spoke for me. "She's fine. Leah, you're the one who matters right now." Leah hummed softly, as if thinking. "It's nothing serious. I just feel anxious sometimes. And if I smell anything unfamiliar, it makes me uncomfortable." Her gaze drifted back to me. "I'm probably just being sensitive." I stepped forward and gave her a quick examination. Just as I was about to speak, Leah cut in. "Everything's fine, right?" There was something eager in her tone—like she was hoping I'd say something was wrong. "You're doing well. The baby's healthy." Leah's expression faltered for half a second. All the vulnerability and distress she'd prepared went to waste. But she recovered quickly and let out a soft laugh. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Did you think I called you here to upset you?" "No." "I just wanted you to see it for yourself." Her hand pressed against her stomach, eyes locked on mine. "Everything you used to dream about? I have it now. And I didn't have to do a thing." I still didn't say anything. She added, more urgently, "The Alpha spends almost all his time with me now. He even postponed the Council meeting last night." "He said the baby comes first." Nicholas stroked her hair and glanced at the healer. "Is the exam done?" The healer nodded immediately. "Yes, Alpha." Nicholas finally looked at me. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but it took him a while to get it out. "Leah needs rest. From now on, try not to appear in front of her." I nodded. "Don't worry. I understand." As I turned to leave, I could feel his gaze follow me briefly. But it was quickly replaced by another voice. "Nick, I'm cold." The curtain fell. The sound was cut off. When I walked out of the castle with my luggage, my heart was strangely calm. I wasn't going to look back. Third Person POV: On the day of the marking ceremony, Nicholas ordered extra guards stationed near the west wing. He didn't say it outright, but everyone understood. Today was Leah's most important day. No disruptions could be allowed. Especially not from Alice. Her recent silence was too unusual. Nicholas didn't believe she'd calmly watch him bond with someone else. Before heading to the ceremony grounds, his eyes swept over the crowd without thinking. He didn't see her. For a moment, he felt relief. Then, just as quickly, an uncomfortable hollowness followed. He brushed it off. Just nerves before the ceremony. That's all. Once the ceremony began, he focused entirely on Leah. She stood at his side, smiling brightly, her arm wrapped affectionately around his. Everything went perfectly. When it ended, cheers erupted from the pack members. Nicholas stood at the center. He should have felt satisfied. But in that moment, a thought flickered through his mind. Alice really didn't come. The realization made his chest tighten slightly. He shoved it down. Wasn't it better that she didn't show up? This was how it should be. Still, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from remembering the way her eyes used to glisten with unshed tears. Back at the main hall, he asked casually, "Was there any activity in the west wing today?" The butler hesitated before answering quietly. "No, Alpha." "Miss Alice has left the territory." Nicholas's fingers stilled. "Left?" ...

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Ever since I find out that my CEO husband, Rowan Goodwin, is incapable of letting his first love, Megan Dolton—who's divorced and has a child of her own—go, I begin teaching our son, Ryan Goodwin, to address Rowan as "Mr. Goodwin" all the time. When Ryan is burning up with a fever, Megan chooses to summon Rowan away from us in the middle of the night. As I caress Ryan's scalding forehead, I instruct him to tell Rowan, "Goodbye, Mr. Goodwin." When Rowan has agreed to attend the teacher-parent conference with Ryan, Megan calls him with tears streaking down her cheeks, claiming that her own son, Nelson Herrera, doesn't have a father to accompany him. So, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch us once again. Without bothering to raise my head, I pass my phone to Ryan so that he can take leave for "Mr. Goodwin" in the parents' group chat. Every time, Ryan always hesitates for a long time before carrying out my orders. Later on, Rowan finally realizes that he has owed us far too much. So, he takes the initiative to suggest that we take a family portrait together. When we reach the photography studio, Megan calls Rowan once again. Her sobs can be heard drifting from the loudspeaker. "Rowan, can you please come over and pick Nelson up from school? The children at the kindergarten keep making fun of him for not having a father…" Pity crosses Rowan's expression immediately. He's about to crouch down and explain to Ryan when the latter just waves airily at him without me having to nudge him. "It's fine, Mr. Goodwin. You should accompany the other child. Mommy and I are the only ones needed for the family portrait." Chapter 1 As soon as our son, Ryan Goodwin's, words fell, my husband, Rowan Goodwin, and I froze at the same time. In the 28 days following the realization that Rowan was emotionally checked out of our family, whenever he walked out on Ryan and me for Megan, I had Ryan call him Mr. Goodwin as a reminder to both of us not to waste our tears on someone who wasn't worth it. Ryan, however, didn't see things that way. He was only seven years old, an age when a boy was most dependent on his father. Every time I asked him to call Rowan that, he would hesitate for a long time before murmuring, "Mr. Goodwin." Yet, now, he had said it on his own. It was so smooth and natural, as if he had rehearsed those two words countless times in his heart. Noticing that we were both stunned, Ryan took my hand and told Rowan, "Mr. Goodwin, you should go handle your business." Then, he looked up at me. "Let's go, Mommy. We're going to miss our appointment." He pulled me along, walking step by step toward the photo studio. Rowan was the one who suggested the family photo to make up for missing Ryan's parent-teacher meeting, and Ryan had been looking forward to it for half a month. I followed him stiffly. My chest felt so tight and heavy, like a boulder was crushing it, and I just wanted to cry. Rowan's affair came to light by pure chance. He had gone to celebrate Megan Dolton's son, Nelson Herrera's, birthday, and when he came home, he forgot the receipt in his pocket—a family ticket for three to Starlight Studios. On Ryan's sixth birthday, he had made a wish for all of us to go to Starlight Studios to see his favorite Minions. Rowan had called it childish and rejected the idea without a second thought. Yet, only a few days later, he went there with Megan's son. I found Megan's post on Rowan's phone. "The most magical place must be visited with the best daddy." The photo attached was a picture of Rowan and Megan holding the child between them. Megan was his first love, who was now divorced and had a child of her own. That night, Rowan and I had the worst fight we had ever had. I insisted on taking Ryan and getting a divorce. Rowan accused me of being unreasonable and asked how I could bear to let our child grow up without a father. Then, he swore to God that he only pitied Megan. Looking at Ryan's face, which had turned visibly pale with fright, I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. I knew that if I forced Ryan to leave with me right then, he would never be able to forget Rowan. But I knew even better that once a cheater, always a cheater. I refused to let Ryan suffer endless grievances just because of Rowan's so-called sympathy. Consequently, I chose a different approach—I tricked Rowan into signing the divorce agreement. Chapter 2 There was about a month before the divorce would be finalized. During those days, if Rowan could turn his life around, I would pretend nothing had ever happened for Ryan's sake. If not, I would use those days to do everything in my power to desensitize Ryan. It was the 28th day, and Ryan had taken the initiative to call Ryan "Mr. Goodwin". Holding Ryan's slightly shivering frame, I couldn't find it in myself to feel happy. If anything, my heart felt as though it was being pierced by a thousand needles. While we were crossing the street, Rowan finally snapped back to reality. He chased after us for a few steps, wanting to ask Ryan what was going on, when Megan's phone call came through again. Her voice carried that same sweet, whiny tone as she asked, "Where are you, Rowan? Nel keeps crying and saying he wants his daddy. I can't calm him down." Rowan stopped in his tracks. He stared at Ryan's and my retreating figures before responding, "Alright. I'll be there in a minute." Right after saying that, he sent me a message that read, "Let's talk tonight." Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and left. The roar of the car engine sounded behind us and gradually faded away into the distance. Ryan came to a halt, threw himself into my arms, and soaked my clothes with his tears. "Mommy… We don't need Daddy anymore, okay?" … We didn't take the family portrait. I took Ryan straight back home and packed our bags. While I was booking the plane tickets back to my hometown, Megan sent me a video. The background was another famous photo studio in the city. Megan and Rowan were wearing matching outfits, holding a boy who was about five years old, and posing for the camera. At the end of the video, she taunted me as usual. "It's just a family portrait. Rowan and I can take one whenever we want." In the past, I would've clapped back the very second I read Megan's taunts. But now, as I watched Ryan carefully organize his toys, I realized I just didn't care anymore. I exited the chat and booked two plane tickets to Ivashire for the day after tomorrow. I had just completed the payment when Rowan walked through the door with a strawberry cake. Both Ryan and I froze for a moment. Rowan used to loathe strawberry cake. Because of that, even though Ryan had inherited my crazed obsession with strawberries, he would usually choose a green tea mousse—Rowan's favorite—for his birthdays. Why did he suddenly bring home a strawberry cake today? Ryan and I exchanged a look, unable to believe our eyes. Rowan walked in slowly, and when he saw the open suitcases, his expression shifted slightly. "Nel wouldn't stop crying, so I stayed with him a little longer. On the way back, I remembered you both love strawberry cake, so I bought one. Why are you packing your bags? Are you going on a trip?" I shook my head before nodding. "Something like that." There were only two days left before the divorce would be finalized. I didn't want anything to go wrong. For some reason, he seemed to breathe a quiet sigh of relief when he heard that. "The photo studio called me and said you didn't show up for the shoot. I asked them to reschedule. How about tomorrow? This time, I absolutely won't break my promise again!" he promised solemnly, crouching down in front of Ryan. Ryan froze as he put away his toys. He looked at Rowan, then at me. He seemed torn, as if he wanted to believe his father but was afraid to do so again. Noticing Ryan's wavering heart, my own heart softened. "Alright." This would be the last time, after all. Ryan's eyes lit up as soon as I said that. Holding his toys, he ran into his room. Once he left, I went back to packing our suitcases. Rowan walked up beside me and hesitated before saying, "By the way, about Ry calling me Mr. Goodwin today…" My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up at him. Rowan got down on one knee and set the strawberry cake down next to me. He sounded both helpless and affectionate as he continued, "I know what's going on in your head, Gigi. You think I'm treating Meg too well and neglecting you and Ry. "But I swear, I only pity Meg. She's a single mom. I just don't want her to be too sad." Chapter 3 Rowan took my hand and solemnly placed it over his heart. "Just give me a little more time. I promise I'll sort things out with Meg and her son. I won't let you or Ry feel neglected ever again!" I stared at him blankly. I could hardly remember the last time he had looked at me so earnestly. Perhaps it was during our wedding ceremony in that pristine white chapel, where our hands were laced together as he vowed to love and cherish me for the rest of his life. Or mayhaps it was the day Ryan came into the world, in the hospital delivery room, when he carefully cradled Ryan in his arms, his lips trembling as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and whispered, "Gigi, from now on, I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you and Ryan again!" Looking back on those memories, I fell silent for a long while. In the end, I decided to tell him about the divorce. "Rowan, to be honest—" "By the way, where did you put that limited-edition Lego set you bought for Ry last time? Is it in the study cabinet? Meg said Nel has been into Lego lately, so I'm going to let him play with it for a few days." With that, he went into the study, dug out that box of Lego, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out the door. With a loud thud, the front door slammed shut, and Rowan's figure disappeared. I stared at the door for a long time before whispering the words I hadn't finished earlier, "To be honest… Ry and I don't want you anymore." There were only two days left until we left for good. … At midnight, having finally finished packing everything, I collapsed onto the bed in sheer exhaustion. Just then, my phone lit up. It was a message from Rowan. "Nel loves the Lego. I spent the whole night building it with him. Meg specifically asked me to thank you." At midnight, my husband was thanking me on behalf of another woman. I tugged at the corner of my lips, and I jeered out of sheer disbelief. However, I couldn't be bothered to be upset. After all, the outcome would be the same either way. I opened the chat box and casually replied, "Don't mention it. I wasn't the one who gave it to her. By the way, that Lego set was Ryan's absolute favorite birthday gift. He's been waiting all this time for you to find the time to build it with him." After sending that single message, I powered off my phone, closed my eyes, and went to sleep, unconcerned about how Rowan's expression might change upon reading the text on the other end of the line. … At 8:00 am the following day, Rowan came home unusually early. After stepping inside and taking off his coat, he froze in his tracks at the sight of several suitcases arranged neatly in the living room. Without even putting his coat down, he walked into the bedroom and asked me, looking slightly panicked, "Do you really need to pack this much luggage for a trip?" I was helping Ryan get dressed, so I responded without sparing him a glance, "The place we're going to is far away." After hearing that, he immediately looked at Ryan. Rowan relaxed after Ryan nodded. Then, he set his coat aside and pulled out three tickets to Starlight Studios. "Weren't you always mad at me for not taking Ry to Starlight Studios? I bought tickets for today. The three of us can go together as a family!" He laid them out in front of Ryan and me, as if he were showing them off. In fact, his face was filled with affection. For a moment, I wondered if I had misheard him. It had been nearly a month since that incident, and he was only remembering it now? However, I recalled the string of unread messages on my phone when I woke up this morning, and it suddenly clicked. So, this was his idea of compensation. I didn't say a word as I continued to focus on helping Ryan get dressed. Ryan, on the other hand, was incredibly excited. With wide eyes, he gazed at me. "Mommy, I want to go!" My eyes crinkled slightly, but before I could say a word, Rowan began to hem and haw. "There is just one catch, though… Meg knows we're going to take a family portrait today, and she's worried that if Nel hears about it, he'll be upset. So… maybe we can put off the family portrait until next time?" Guilt was written all over his face as the words left his mouth. Chapter 4 Ryan froze. Bit by bit, the light in his eyes visibly dimmed. "I see…" Slowly, he lowered his head and fell silent, his eyes pooling with tears. Completely oblivious, Rowan continued, "Meg only asked for this one little favor, and honestly, I didn't think it was a big deal. We can always take the family portrait some other time. Right, Ry?" He had no idea that Ryan and I were leaving tomorrow. This was his very last chance. Yet, neither Ryan nor I said a word. We merely nodded wordlessly. "Alright." "Okay." Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, and a visible smile spread across his face, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "In that case, I'll tell Meg right now. See you at Starlight Studios at 3:00 pm!" With that, he rose to his feet and left. When he was almost at the door, he turned back around. "Honey, Ry, you two are the best!" Neither Ryan nor I made a sound. Once he left, Ryan jumped off the bed and took the backpack he had already prepared from the closet. "I don't ever want to see Mr. Goodwin again, Mommy. Can we leave early?" … I changed our flight tickets to 3:00 pm that day. After confirming the passenger information, I immediately started making the final preparations for our departure. At 9:00 am, I made breakfast in this house for the very last time. The cake Rowan had bought last night was still in the fridge. Ryan took it out and threw it into the trash. At 10:00 am, I retrieved the divorce agreement Rowan had signed from my lawyer. The first clause stated that I had full custody of Ryan. While we waited, I came across Megan's new post. "Our family portrait is finally in our hands! My boy and his daddy love it so much. They said it has to be hung right where everyone can see it!" Ryan was beside me, folding paper airplanes. When he saw the post, he didn't comment on it and merely urged me, "Hurry up and sign it, Mommy!" At 1:00 pm, after Ryan and I finished lunch, we gathered all of our bags and suitcases and took a cab to the airport. There were still two hours left until our scheduled meeting with Rowan. Holding an iPad, Ryan quietly looked through the photos of him and Rowan in the album. There was a photo from his one-month celebration party, where Rowan had cradled him and proudly shown him off to everyone. There was another from when he was three years old, where Rowan held him close as they both threw up peace signs while watching a Minions movie together. There was also a video from when he turned seven years old this year, right before Megan appeared, of Rowan following close behind him, teaching him how to ride a bicycle. Ryan watched them over and over again without shedding a tear, yet a heavy, suffocating sadness filled the entire cab. I sat beside him in silence. At 2:00 pm, we were about to go through security when Rowan called. "Gigi, please tell Ry I'm incredibly sorry. Nel fell and got hurt, and I had to rush him to the hospital. I'm not sure if I can make it by 3:00 pm. If you guys don't see me, just go home. Please tell Ry I'm sorry!" He hung up on me, missing the boarding announcement echoing through the departure hall. "Let's go." I took Ryan's hand. He nodded, selected all the photos in the album, and deleted them all with a single tap. At 3:00 pm sharp, the plane took off. I placed the headphones over Ryan's ears and gazed out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, letting out a long sigh from the very depths of my soul. Goodbye, Rowan. … Meanwhile, ignoring Megan's tearful pleas, Rowan bolted out of the hospital and sped toward Starlight Studios.

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Ever since I find out that my CEO husband, Rowan Goodwin, is incapable of letting his first love, Megan Dolton—who's divorced and has a child of her own—go, I begin teaching our son, Ryan Goodwin, to address Rowan as "Mr. Goodwin" all the time. When Ryan is burning up with a fever, Megan chooses to summon Rowan away from us in the middle of the night. As I caress Ryan's scalding forehead, I instruct him to tell Rowan, "Goodbye, Mr. Goodwin." When Rowan has agreed to attend the teacher-parent conference with Ryan, Megan calls him with tears streaking down her cheeks, claiming that her own son, Nelson Herrera, doesn't have a father to accompany him. So, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch us once again. Without bothering to raise my head, I pass my phone to Ryan so that he can take leave for "Mr. Goodwin" in the parents' group chat. Every time, Ryan always hesitates for a long time before carrying out my orders. Later on, Rowan finally realizes that he has owed us far too much. So, he takes the initiative to suggest that we take a family portrait together. When we reach the photography studio, Megan calls Rowan once again. Her sobs can be heard drifting from the loudspeaker. "Rowan, can you please come over and pick Nelson up from school? The children at the kindergarten keep making fun of him for not having a father…" Pity crosses Rowan's expression immediately. He's about to crouch down and explain to Ryan when the latter just waves airily at him without me having to nudge him. "It's fine, Mr. Goodwin. You should accompany the other child. Mommy and I are the only ones needed for the family portrait." Chapter 1 As soon as our son, Ryan Goodwin's, words fell, my husband, Rowan Goodwin, and I froze at the same time. In the 28 days following the realization that Rowan was emotionally checked out of our family, whenever he walked out on Ryan and me for Megan, I had Ryan call him Mr. Goodwin as a reminder to both of us not to waste our tears on someone who wasn't worth it. Ryan, however, didn't see things that way. He was only seven years old, an age when a boy was most dependent on his father. Every time I asked him to call Rowan that, he would hesitate for a long time before murmuring, "Mr. Goodwin." Yet, now, he had said it on his own. It was so smooth and natural, as if he had rehearsed those two words countless times in his heart. Noticing that we were both stunned, Ryan took my hand and told Rowan, "Mr. Goodwin, you should go handle your business." Then, he looked up at me. "Let's go, Mommy. We're going to miss our appointment." He pulled me along, walking step by step toward the photo studio. Rowan was the one who suggested the family photo to make up for missing Ryan's parent-teacher meeting, and Ryan had been looking forward to it for half a month. I followed him stiffly. My chest felt so tight and heavy, like a boulder was crushing it, and I just wanted to cry. Rowan's affair came to light by pure chance. He had gone to celebrate Megan Dolton's son, Nelson Herrera's, birthday, and when he came home, he forgot the receipt in his pocket—a family ticket for three to Starlight Studios. On Ryan's sixth birthday, he had made a wish for all of us to go to Starlight Studios to see his favorite Minions. Rowan had called it childish and rejected the idea without a second thought. Yet, only a few days later, he went there with Megan's son. I found Megan's post on Rowan's phone. "The most magical place must be visited with the best daddy." The photo attached was a picture of Rowan and Megan holding the child between them. Megan was his first love, who was now divorced and had a child of her own. That night, Rowan and I had the worst fight we had ever had. I insisted on taking Ryan and getting a divorce. Rowan accused me of being unreasonable and asked how I could bear to let our child grow up without a father. Then, he swore to God that he only pitied Megan. Looking at Ryan's face, which had turned visibly pale with fright, I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. I knew that if I forced Ryan to leave with me right then, he would never be able to forget Rowan. But I knew even better that once a cheater, always a cheater. I refused to let Ryan suffer endless grievances just because of Rowan's so-called sympathy. Consequently, I chose a different approach—I tricked Rowan into signing the divorce agreement. Chapter 2 There was about a month before the divorce would be finalized. During those days, if Rowan could turn his life around, I would pretend nothing had ever happened for Ryan's sake. If not, I would use those days to do everything in my power to desensitize Ryan. It was the 28th day, and Ryan had taken the initiative to call Ryan "Mr. Goodwin". Holding Ryan's slightly shivering frame, I couldn't find it in myself to feel happy. If anything, my heart felt as though it was being pierced by a thousand needles. While we were crossing the street, Rowan finally snapped back to reality. He chased after us for a few steps, wanting to ask Ryan what was going on, when Megan's phone call came through again. Her voice carried that same sweet, whiny tone as she asked, "Where are you, Rowan? Nel keeps crying and saying he wants his daddy. I can't calm him down." Rowan stopped in his tracks. He stared at Ryan's and my retreating figures before responding, "Alright. I'll be there in a minute." Right after saying that, he sent me a message that read, "Let's talk tonight." Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and left. The roar of the car engine sounded behind us and gradually faded away into the distance. Ryan came to a halt, threw himself into my arms, and soaked my clothes with his tears. "Mommy… We don't need Daddy anymore, okay?" … We didn't take the family portrait. I took Ryan straight back home and packed our bags. While I was booking the plane tickets back to my hometown, Megan sent me a video. The background was another famous photo studio in the city. Megan and Rowan were wearing matching outfits, holding a boy who was about five years old, and posing for the camera. At the end of the video, she taunted me as usual. "It's just a family portrait. Rowan and I can take one whenever we want." In the past, I would've clapped back the very second I read Megan's taunts. But now, as I watched Ryan carefully organize his toys, I realized I just didn't care anymore. I exited the chat and booked two plane tickets to Ivashire for the day after tomorrow. I had just completed the payment when Rowan walked through the door with a strawberry cake. Both Ryan and I froze for a moment. Rowan used to loathe strawberry cake. Because of that, even though Ryan had inherited my crazed obsession with strawberries, he would usually choose a green tea mousse—Rowan's favorite—for his birthdays. Why did he suddenly bring home a strawberry cake today? Ryan and I exchanged a look, unable to believe our eyes. Rowan walked in slowly, and when he saw the open suitcases, his expression shifted slightly. "Nel wouldn't stop crying, so I stayed with him a little longer. On the way back, I remembered you both love strawberry cake, so I bought one. Why are you packing your bags? Are you going on a trip?" I shook my head before nodding. "Something like that." There were only two days left before the divorce would be finalized. I didn't want anything to go wrong. For some reason, he seemed to breathe a quiet sigh of relief when he heard that. "The photo studio called me and said you didn't show up for the shoot. I asked them to reschedule. How about tomorrow? This time, I absolutely won't break my promise again!" he promised solemnly, crouching down in front of Ryan. Ryan froze as he put away his toys. He looked at Rowan, then at me. He seemed torn, as if he wanted to believe his father but was afraid to do so again. Noticing Ryan's wavering heart, my own heart softened. "Alright." This would be the last time, after all. Ryan's eyes lit up as soon as I said that. Holding his toys, he ran into his room. Once he left, I went back to packing our suitcases. Rowan walked up beside me and hesitated before saying, "By the way, about Ry calling me Mr. Goodwin today…" My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up at him. Rowan got down on one knee and set the strawberry cake down next to me. He sounded both helpless and affectionate as he continued, "I know what's going on in your head, Gigi. You think I'm treating Meg too well and neglecting you and Ry. "But I swear, I only pity Meg. She's a single mom. I just don't want her to be too sad." Chapter 3 Rowan took my hand and solemnly placed it over his heart. "Just give me a little more time. I promise I'll sort things out with Meg and her son. I won't let you or Ry feel neglected ever again!" I stared at him blankly. I could hardly remember the last time he had looked at me so earnestly. Perhaps it was during our wedding ceremony in that pristine white chapel, where our hands were laced together as he vowed to love and cherish me for the rest of his life. Or mayhaps it was the day Ryan came into the world, in the hospital delivery room, when he carefully cradled Ryan in his arms, his lips trembling as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and whispered, "Gigi, from now on, I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you and Ryan again!" Looking back on those memories, I fell silent for a long while. In the end, I decided to tell him about the divorce. "Rowan, to be honest—" "By the way, where did you put that limited-edition Lego set you bought for Ry last time? Is it in the study cabinet? Meg said Nel has been into Lego lately, so I'm going to let him play with it for a few days." With that, he went into the study, dug out that box of Lego, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out the door. With a loud thud, the front door slammed shut, and Rowan's figure disappeared. I stared at the door for a long time before whispering the words I hadn't finished earlier, "To be honest… Ry and I don't want you anymore." There were only two days left until we left for good. … At midnight, having finally finished packing everything, I collapsed onto the bed in sheer exhaustion. Just then, my phone lit up. It was a message from Rowan. "Nel loves the Lego. I spent the whole night building it with him. Meg specifically asked me to thank you." At midnight, my husband was thanking me on behalf of another woman. I tugged at the corner of my lips, and I jeered out of sheer disbelief. However, I couldn't be bothered to be upset. After all, the outcome would be the same either way. I opened the chat box and casually replied, "Don't mention it. I wasn't the one who gave it to her. By the way, that Lego set was Ryan's absolute favorite birthday gift. He's been waiting all this time for you to find the time to build it with him." After sending that single message, I powered off my phone, closed my eyes, and went to sleep, unconcerned about how Rowan's expression might change upon reading the text on the other end of the line. … At 8:00 am the following day, Rowan came home unusually early. After stepping inside and taking off his coat, he froze in his tracks at the sight of several suitcases arranged neatly in the living room. Without even putting his coat down, he walked into the bedroom and asked me, looking slightly panicked, "Do you really need to pack this much luggage for a trip?" I was helping Ryan get dressed, so I responded without sparing him a glance, "The place we're going to is far away." After hearing that, he immediately looked at Ryan. Rowan relaxed after Ryan nodded. Then, he set his coat aside and pulled out three tickets to Starlight Studios. "Weren't you always mad at me for not taking Ry to Starlight Studios? I bought tickets for today. The three of us can go together as a family!" He laid them out in front of Ryan and me, as if he were showing them off. In fact, his face was filled with affection. For a moment, I wondered if I had misheard him. It had been nearly a month since that incident, and he was only remembering it now? However, I recalled the string of unread messages on my phone when I woke up this morning, and it suddenly clicked. So, this was his idea of compensation. I didn't say a word as I continued to focus on helping Ryan get dressed. Ryan, on the other hand, was incredibly excited. With wide eyes, he gazed at me. "Mommy, I want to go!" My eyes crinkled slightly, but before I could say a word, Rowan began to hem and haw. "There is just one catch, though… Meg knows we're going to take a family portrait today, and she's worried that if Nel hears about it, he'll be upset. So… maybe we can put off the family portrait until next time?" Guilt was written all over his face as the words left his mouth. Chapter 4 Ryan froze. Bit by bit, the light in his eyes visibly dimmed. "I see…" Slowly, he lowered his head and fell silent, his eyes pooling with tears. Completely oblivious, Rowan continued, "Meg only asked for this one little favor, and honestly, I didn't think it was a big deal. We can always take the family portrait some other time. Right, Ry?" He had no idea that Ryan and I were leaving tomorrow. This was his very last chance. Yet, neither Ryan nor I said a word. We merely nodded wordlessly. "Alright." "Okay." Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, and a visible smile spread across his face, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "In that case, I'll tell Meg right now. See you at Starlight Studios at 3:00 pm!" With that, he rose to his feet and left. When he was almost at the door, he turned back around. "Honey, Ry, you two are the best!" Neither Ryan nor I made a sound. Once he left, Ryan jumped off the bed and took the backpack he had already prepared from the closet. "I don't ever want to see Mr. Goodwin again, Mommy. Can we leave early?" … I changed our flight tickets to 3:00 pm that day. After confirming the passenger information, I immediately started making the final preparations for our departure. At 9:00 am, I made breakfast in this house for the very last time. The cake Rowan had bought last night was still in the fridge. Ryan took it out and threw it into the trash. At 10:00 am, I retrieved the divorce agreement Rowan had signed from my lawyer. The first clause stated that I had full custody of Ryan. While we waited, I came across Megan's new post. "Our family portrait is finally in our hands! My boy and his daddy love it so much. They said it has to be hung right where everyone can see it!" Ryan was beside me, folding paper airplanes. When he saw the post, he didn't comment on it and merely urged me, "Hurry up and sign it, Mommy!" At 1:00 pm, after Ryan and I finished lunch, we gathered all of our bags and suitcases and took a cab to the airport. There were still two hours left until our scheduled meeting with Rowan. Holding an iPad, Ryan quietly looked through the photos of him and Rowan in the album. There was a photo from his one-month celebration party, where Rowan had cradled him and proudly shown him off to everyone. There was another from when he was three years old, where Rowan held him close as they both threw up peace signs while watching a Minions movie together. There was also a video from when he turned seven years old this year, right before Megan appeared, of Rowan following close behind him, teaching him how to ride a bicycle. Ryan watched them over and over again without shedding a tear, yet a heavy, suffocating sadness filled the entire cab. I sat beside him in silence. At 2:00 pm, we were about to go through security when Rowan called. "Gigi, please tell Ry I'm incredibly sorry. Nel fell and got hurt, and I had to rush him to the hospital. I'm not sure if I can make it by 3:00 pm. If you guys don't see me, just go home. Please tell Ry I'm sorry!" He hung up on me, missing the boarding announcement echoing through the departure hall. "Let's go." I took Ryan's hand. He nodded, selected all the photos in the album, and deleted them all with a single tap. At 3:00 pm sharp, the plane took off. I placed the headphones over Ryan's ears and gazed out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, letting out a long sigh from the very depths of my soul. Goodbye, Rowan. … Meanwhile, ignoring Megan's tearful pleas, Rowan bolted out of the hospital and sped toward Starlight Studios.

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