As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
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As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
As a healer, I keep taking in emergency patients around the clock just so I can save up enough money for a luxurious family trip. But after transferring the money into the family account, my mate, Leonard Cross, announces that he will be taking the entire family on the trip, whereas I'm required to stay at home. Everyone supports his decision. "Don't you always take overtime shifts on your day off? That's why I never considered the fact that you can go on this trip with us." I'm pissed, to say the least. "So, the four of you will be going, eh?" My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, pipes up, "Cassandra and Hannah will be joining us too." Cassandra Davis is Leonard's childhood sweetheart, whereas Hannah is the family's pet dog. It seems that everyone has received an invitation but me. After staying quiet for another beat, I nod. "Fine." Soon, I accept the three-year dispatch request to another place that's offered to me by my workplace. I also take the liberty to put the houseโwhich I own the deed toโon sale. Since my family supports my career this much, I'm sure they will do the same when I decide to buy myself a new place to live for the sake of my business trip, right? Chapter 1 Bridget's POV I calmly accepted it. My tone was so flat that it didn't carry a single ripple of emotion. My in-laws, Edmond Cross and Miranda Burgess, froze, their expressions unreadable. Both of them had thought I would humble myself and beg them to let me come along. But I didn't. I was far too tired. I had done everything I could to fit into this family, pouring my heart and soul out for them, working late nights and overtime to save up my hard-earned money just to make their lavish family trip possible. Yet, in the end, I was still an outsider. The Crosses could take my mate, Leonard Cross' childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Davis, on the trip. They could even take the dog, Hannah. However, they didn't have room for me, his actual mate. Miranda was the first to snap back to reality. She immediately assumed the role of a peacemaker and stepped forward, gently taking my wrist. "Don't overthink it. We're not leaving you behind on purpose; we know how busy you are with work and didn't want to get in the way of your hustle. This is just an ordinary trip anyway. If there's anything you want, I'll buy it for you." I lowered my gaze, broke free from her grasp, and responded apathetically, "That won't be necessary." Miranda's expression stiffened, and her smile faded a little. Edmond's expression darkened in an instant, filled with displeasure. In his eyes, I was supposed to work myself to the bone and obediently accommodate his whole family. "A family vacation is supposed to be a joyous occasion. We were considerate enough to let you stay home and rest because you work so hard, yet you're giving us attitude?" His tone was stern and patronizing. I lifted my clear and cold gaze to meet his eyes. "I'm not giving anyone attitude. It just so happens that my schedule is completely full and I don't have time to go. So, go ahead and enjoy yourselves." Edmond's brows relaxed. Obedience was the rule in this house. "That's more like it." He nodded in approval and didn't spare me another glance. Miranda let out a sigh of relief when she saw that. She raised her hand to adjust her elegant shawl. It was the latest designer piece that she had specifically dug out this morning. She was busy counting the suitcases and checking her travel outfits. The whole time, she never once asked me what I wanted for dinner, let alone if I would be lonely staying at home all by myself. In her eyes, I was supposed to stay behind and guard the empty house. I was expected to be quiet, obedient, and always on standby. My sister-in-law, Rita Cross, had no intention of letting me off the hook. As she held her brand new sun hat, a smug smile hung on the corners of her lips. "Don't feel too sad, Bridget. Family is supposed to accommodate one another." Then, she edged a bit closer, whispering words that pierced right through my heart. "But what can you do? You're destined to slave away for this family. Honestly, it's a relief you aren't going. It saves you from ruining everyone else's fun." I looked up at her, my gaze sweeping over her new travel bag and custom hiking boots. Those were all gifts I had once given her. Rita snickered before mocking me. "Besides, Cassandra is sweet and attentive. She can help my brother take care of all the little things during the tripโunlike you. You just bury yourself in work all day and refuse to spend even a little time with him. Taking her along is much more fun than taking you!" I listened in silence. I didn't argue or explain myself, but my chest already felt painfully tight. Only the rustling sounds of packing luggage remained in the room. Miranda dug out the best imported cured meat in the house. She muttered to herself, worried that Cassandra and Rita might get hungry on the road. Yet, she had forgotten that I loved it too. Edmond carefully packed the best sunscreen and reminded everyone to protect themselves from the sun. Yet, in the past, when I rushed about to make money and got sunburned, he never asked if I was okay. Both of them remembered every single preference of everyone else in the family to a tee. Only my needs were always ignored. Rita's face was full of anticipation for the trip. Then, in a scornful tone, she said, "You just stay home and focus on the grind. We're going to have a great time!" Before I could respond, a flurry of footsteps came from the entryway. Leonard pushed the door open and walked in with the sunglasses and casual travel clothes he had just bought. Clearly, he had also prepared for this trip. I walked straight up to him and asked softly, "Why aren't you taking me?" Leonard's steps faltered, and a troubled look appeared on his face. He raised his hand and stroked my head out of habit. "Why are you throwing a tantrum all of a sudden? You're a healer; you have patients who might need you at any moment. It's a long journey, and I'm afraid something will come up, and you won't be able to make it back in time." His tone was gentle and sincere. He made it sound as though he was looking out for me. "My heart aches for you, and I don't want you running back and forth. That would be too exhausting. Wait for us at home like a good mate until we get back, okay?" As I looked at him, my heart was heavy with disappointment. He wasn't afraid I would be tired. I had simply never been in his travel plans to begin with. I didn't expose him, nor did I argue. After drinking in the lively scene in the living room, I turned around and walked back to my room alone. Just then, my phone's screen lit up, and a notification from the bank popped up. "Dear customer, your family joint card has been charged 10,150 dollars for five round-trip business-class tickets to an island resort." I stared blankly at the transaction record, completely dumbstruck. The Crosses were going on an island vacation, and they had charged it to my card. Chapter 2 Bridget's POV I suppressed the emotions churning inside me, walked up to Leonard, and looked him straight in the eye. "You're the ones going on vacation. Why are you swiping my card?" Leonard's expression froze slightly. Before he could respond, Edmond's expression hardened, and he stated matter-of-factly, "We're going on a family vacation, so of course we're putting it on your card. "Miranda and I are old; we don't have much spare cash to begin with. Leonard needs to save his money for serious family business and keeping up with relations. How could we just blow through that?" My gaze landed on Rita. "What about Rita? Does she not have a single penny saved?" The moment those words rolled off my tongue, Rita blew a fuse. She immediately raised her voice, looking offended yet entitled. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bridget? My daily expenses are high enough as it is! Where on earth am I supposed to get that kind of spare cash?" Miranda instantly chimed in, playing the peacemaker with a soothing voice. "That's right. She's still young. How could she possibly afford such a massive travel expense? We still have to rely on you, Bridget." My expression was stoic as I swept my gaze across the family standing before me. "None of you have money, so you're just entitled to spend mine? You leave me home alone to hold down the fort while the whole lot of you jet off to an island to enjoy yourselves and squander my hard-earned money? Who do you think you are?" As soon as my words fell, Leonard frowned and chided, "That's enough, Bridget! I won't allow you to speak to your elders like that." Edmond's face hardened into a severe scowl as he chastised me, "It's merely a small portion of your savings. Do you really have to be so petty? We're family. "Why are you splitting hairs over what's yours and what's ours? Are you really so stingy that you can't even bear to spend money on your own family?" I clenched my fists tightly and gritted out, "I won't stop you from going on this trip, but I'm not paying for these insanely expensive plane tickets. For years, I've shouldered the vast majority of our family's daily expenses. I'll have to work for a long time and treat countless patients to earn that money back. I won't let it be squandered so carelessly!" My words left Edmond completely enraged. His face instantly fell as he flew off the handle. "How can you be so miserly toward your own family? Have we ever mistreated you?" Rita added fuel to the fire from the side. "That's right, Bridget. It's just the expenses for a single trip. Why do you have to be so incredibly stingy?" Every single one of her words accused me of being narrow-minded. Edmond's demeanor was aggressive and overbearing, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You will cover the expenses for this trip! What's more, these savings were originally meant for a family vacation anyway, so it only makes sense to use them now." Miranda comforted me softly from the side. "Calm down. We're family. Let's not let money drive a wedge between us." Leonard looked at me and half-heartedly placated me. "Stop throwing a tantrum." I silently watched them play off each other, and the last bit of warmth in my heart died out completely. It hit me that in their eyes, I had never been Edward's mate, nor had I ever been family. I was merely a tool, a cash cow for them to freely bleed dry. My eyes misted over, and my nose stung. Edmond reined in his anger and softened his tone. "Look, I know you're feeling bitter about being left behind. Don't worry, we'll definitely take you along next time and make it up to you." Rita was uncharacteristically amiable. "Exactly, Bridget. What are you so mad about? If I could make money like you, I'd gladly stay behind and watch the house, too!" Miranda seized the opportunity to chime in, her words dripping with favoritism. "At the end of the day, Leonard's lucky to have a mate who is so resilient and great at bringing home the bacon. Rita, you should learn a thing or two from your sister-in-law, rather than wasting money left and right without a single clue on how to run a household." Rita immediately pretended to accept the lesson humbly, though every single one of her words was laced with venom. "How could I ever compare myself to Bridget? She only knows how to slave away for money. I certainly wasn't born to be a slave for money. I just need to stay by my family's side and live comfortably." The Crosses chimed in one after another, laughing and joking in sync. I was the only one left out. As I took in the harmonious scene before me, my heart remained deathly still. All these years, I had lived frugally and poured my heart into this family, yet I had never truly become one of them. After a long while, I tugged at the corner of my lips and said flatly, "Go ahead and use my card. I never said you couldn't." This was the last time I would ever foot the bill for them. Chapter 3 Bridget's POV My submission and compromise instantly caused the tense looks on their faces to vanish. Edmond's tone became relaxed. "By the way, remember to transfer more funds into the family account. We'll be spending a lot while we're away, so don't let it run short and mess up our plans." I listened silently. Deep down, I was well aware that the Crosses didn't give a damn about the money I worked myself to the bone to earn. All they cared about was their own pleasure. In their minds, any objection I raised would automatically be labeled as stinginess and a refusal to share my wealth. In the days that followed, the Crosses began a bustling shopping spree for the trip. They hadn't even set off yet, but they kept relentlessly bleeding my bank account dry. Notification after notification popped up on my phone, each spending alert piercing my heart like a needle. A seven-night, all-inclusive stay at a high-end luxury overwater pool villa, reservations for an exclusive, private beach venue, private yacht excursions, complete sets of luxury island resort gear... One massive expense after another was deducted from my account. Combined, the expenses quickly stacked up to tens of thousands of dollars. I had worked day and night, pinched pennies, and slaved away for an entire year just to save that money. Meanwhile, the Crosses lounged in the living room, cheerfully choosing room layouts, comparing activities, and browsing vacation outfits. With hearts full of joy, they were planning a lavish tropical getaway that belonged entirely to them. For the past few days, Leonard had come to placate me. Since he knew I was upset, his tone was even gentler than usual. Evidently, it was a calculated attempt to soothe my ruffled feathers. In the afternoon, while he was browsing a luxury boutique, he bought an exquisite moonstone necklace from the display window. He sent me a message and promised softly, "This piece really complements your elegance. I paid for it out of my own pocket. I can't wait to give it to you when I get home!" I stared down at my phone and ignored him. I had never cared about expensive jewelry, and I was insulted by this attempt to smooth things over with it. All I desired was genuine companionship, being a priority in his life, and feeling like I actually mattered to the people I called family. He'd known that all along. He just couldn't be bothered to give it to me. He actually thought a few sweet words and a necklace would be enough to erase my pain. It was utterly laughable. If he genuinely loved me, how could he, in good conscience, blow through my money, abandon me at home, and jet off on a carefree vacation with his entire family and his childhood sweetheart? My heart turned cold, bit by bit, until it was entirely numb. Just then, the family group chat, which had been silent for days, received a message from Rita. She had sent a group photo. In it, Cassandra was wearing a bikini that showed off her alluring figure, and she stood right by Leonard's side, snuggling incredibly close to him. Rita openly tagged Cassandra's parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, look! What do you think of the swimsuit my brother picked out for Cassandra? Don't the two of them look perfect together?" My fingertips stiffened in an instant, and the color drained from my face. My gaze landed on Cassandra's neck, and I noticed that she was wearing the exact same necklace Leonard had promised to buy for me. The moonstone shimmered brilliantly, making her look all the more radiant and breathtaking. It turned out that the gift that was supposedly meant just for me, the grand gesture he paid for out of his own pocket, was nothing but a secondhand prop, used first to please someone else. The very last trace of warmth in my heart completely vanished. Without a moment's hesitation, I lightly tapped on the screen and said, "They do look perfect together." The moment my message was sent, my phone rang. Leonard's name flashed across the screen. It was the first time he had called me on his own accord since they had started preparing for the trip. I answered silently. Leonard's slightly panicky voice immediately came through the receiver. "Babe, don't read into it too much. Rita's just messing around and spouting nonsense! I only see Cassandra as my younger sister. She was just trying it on for me to see how it looked. I've already put it away, so please don't take it to heart." I responded flatly, "I didn't read into anything. If anything, the fact that you're so eager to explain makes you seem guilty." Leonard froze for a second before firing back, his tone laced with annoyance and impatience. "Look, I know you're still sulking about being left behind. "I'm busy all year, and I rarely have time to take my parents out to unwind. I had no choice but to ask you to take one for the team by staying home, but you shouldn't weaponize this situation! Cassandra and I are innocent. Don't make wild guesses and ruin her reputation!" Even at a moment like this, he was still looking out for Cassandra. I let out a low, cynical chuckle. "I'm not weaponizing anything. Your relationship with Cassandra is none of my business. From now on, your matters have absolutely nothing to do with me!" With that, I hung up on him. The instant my phone screen dimmed, a sudden, sharp ache gripped my chest, and a dense, suffocating bitterness spread through me. It left a lump in my throat and weighed heavily on my heart. When all was said and done, I was all on my own, unwanted by my family and unloved by my mate. This mate bond and the family ties that I had painstakingly maintained were nothing more than a fragile bubble, bursting at the simplest touch. Chapter 4 Bridget's POV Edmond and Miranda had naturally seen the messages in the group chat as well. Both of them immediately stood in my way with hardened expressions and cold gazes. "What the hell did you mean by sending that message in the group chat? Did you do that just to embarrass Cassandra? "Only a useless she-wolf fails to hold onto her husband's heart. Just because you can't hold onto your mate doesn't give you the right to point fingers and make things up. You are making a total laughingstock out of us!" I walked around them and turned to leave. All the sarcastic remarks and accusations were shut behind the door. โฆ While I was at work, my phone kept vibrating. Calls came in one after another from Leonard, Edmond, Miranda, and Rita. I didn't even spare my phone a glance and muted it with a single click. By the time I got off work, I realized it had started raining. The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island. None of them turned around to look at me. I stood in the entryway, soaked to the bone and starving. I walked into the kitchen, only to find the refrigerator completely empty. Right then, Miranda turned her head casually and dismissively said, "We already ate out. If you're hungry, make yourself something." I couldn't believe that they hadn't even thought to bring home any takeout for me. All of a sudden, a strong wave of vertigo took hold of me. My head felt incredibly heavy, and I had to lean against the wall just to stay on my feet. I staggered back to my bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The hushed voices from the living room drifted in with agonizing clarity, every single word piercing straight to my heart. "Let's be real. Bridget's just a country wolf who doesn't belong in polite society. Goddess knows what Leonard saw in her. "Cassandra, on the other hand, is a huge influencer who makes just as much money as Bridget. Plus, she's stunning and sophisticated. She's nothing like Bridget, who's rigid, stingy, and always reeks like that rehabilitation center she works at!" Miranda chimed in as well, her voice dripping with regret. "Don't I know it. I'd give anything to have Cassandra as my daughter-in-law. She's sensible, sweet, and knows how to treat her elders. She's a hundred times better than Bridget!" So, this was how they truly felt all along. All my years of tenderness, patience, and sacrifice were nothing but a joke. My heart felt as though it was being clenched in someone's fist. It hurt so much that I could barely catch my breath. I was an orphan with no one to rely on, and I had worked my way up to becoming a healer through sheer grit and hard work. When I met Leonard, I thought I had finally found my light. He brought me home, and Edmond and Miranda were warm and kind to me. I thought I finally had a home and a place where I belonged. They said they would treat me like their own daughter. Like a fool, I believed them for years. I had given everything I had for the illusion of a loving family. On top of my job as a healer, I took on exhausting part-time gigs, running myself ragged day and night just to make money. Whenever Miranda and Rita wanted designer clothes, jewelry, or bags, I bought them. Meanwhile, I wore clothes that had faded from too many washes, unable to bring myself to throw them away. Edmond liked seafood, and despite being severely allergic to it, I still forced myself to learn how to cook it. I had tried so hard to hold on to a little bit of warmth and keep this family whole. But it finally dawned on me that I had never been family to them. I was just a walking ATM, a useful tool that cost them nothing. My heart went completely cold. Since the lot of them had shown me nothing but callous disregard, they no longer had the right to enjoy the fruits of my devotion. I wiped away the tears that slipped down my face and, without a moment's hesitation, booted up my mobile banking app to execute a series of actions. Before long, a call from the bank's customer service came through. "Hello, we've detected unusually high spending on your account. Some transactions are currently in a pre-authorized state and have not yet officially settled. May I confirm if these were made by you?" My tone was apathetic. "No. Freeze all accounts under my name immediately." โฆ Early the next morning, the Crosses slipped away without so much as a goodbye, avoiding me as if they were dodging trouble. Even though I had been unwell and suffering from dizziness the night before, not a single wolf bothered to check on me. I slept fitfully the entire day, and when I finally woke up, my whole body still felt incredibly weak. My phone kept buzzing with notifications as Rita kept posting updates on Instagram. There was a selfie of her sitting in business class, her smile bright and jarring. There were breathtaking views of the tropical island, complete with turquoise waters, clear skies, and sandy beaches lined with coconut trees. And there was a lavish seafood feast overlooking the ocean, beautifully plated and looking exorbitantly expensive. Rita even went out of her way to tag me, her tone dripping with fake sympathy and blatant bragging. "It's such a shame you can't see these beautiful views in person, Bridget. Guess you'll just have to live vicariously through our pictures!" Cassandra was pressed close against Leonard's side in the group photo. It looked as though she was Leonard's mate, as if she were the one who belonged with his family. Meanwhile, I was nothing but an irrelevant stranger. I stared at it silently for a moment before giving it a like. โฆ Third-Person POV The Crosses were inside the island's ocean-view restaurant, leisurely enjoying a sumptuous dinner. Rita snatched the menu from the waiter. "Let's order the most expensive one," she said without a moment's hesitation, pointing at a luxury seafood tower. "No, let's make it two. Order as much as you can! Don't worry about the price! Bridget is footing the bill for all our expenses anyway. It would be a waste not to splurge!" Edmond and Miranda were all smiles, nodding in total agreement with an air of entitlement. Miranda even turned to Cassandra warmly. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Order whatever you want to try!" Cassandra smiled bashfully. "I feel awful about blowing through Bridget's money." Rita rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Bridget literally lives at that rehabilitation center. Besides work, what else can she even spend her money on?" The table immediately erupted into laughter. Leonard sat on the side, frowning slightly but keeping his mouth shut. By the time the dinner ended, the table was a complete mess. The waiter walked over politely with the bill folder in hand. Without taking a look at it, Edmond casually pushed the supplementary family card over. "Put it on this card." The waiter nodded and turned to leave. A moment later, he returned with an awkward look on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. The transaction was unsuccessful." Leonard frowned. "Please swipe it again." The waiter did as he was told. The transaction was declined. Leonard handed over another card. Then another. Every single payment failed. In an instant, the relaxed and carefree holiday atmosphere completely vanished. The blood drained from Rita's face. "What do you mean, the transaction was declined?" she snapped. "There's plenty of money on those cards!" Leonard immediately realized what was going on. He strode away from the dining table and pulled out his phone to call Bridget. "Why aren't the cards working?" His voice was urgent and trembling. "Did you freeze your accounts, babe?"
Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal. So when his bodyguards brought me to the private club where we first met, I changed into an expensive white silk gown, styled my hair, and applied my most exquisite makeup. I even played the touching scene out in my head, imagining myself nodding and saying yes. But as I pushed open the door to the VIP room, my heart pounding, someone threw a full glass of deep red wine in my face. It streamed down my chin and onto my gown. A woman's laughter erupted from the crowd. "I told you Aurora would show up, didn't I? Ronan, you lose!" Ronan walked over, looking resigned. He gently dabbed at my face with a napkin, his tone as soft as ever. "Dressed up just for me? A shame to ruin a good dress." "Clara dared me to bet on whether you would have the guts to come to our turf tonight. I bet that you would. The wager was this: if you didn't, I'd propose tomorrow. If you came, we'd have to wait another year." "Sorry, baby. Since you showed up, I guess we can't get married this year." The wine trickled down my collarbone, cold and sticky. I shivered. Suddenly, the whole thing felt utterly pointless. Our anniversary meant nothing compared to one of their pranks. Just like me. I could never win against Clara, his childhood sweetheart. I unclasped the simple silver bracelet, the one I'd worn for six years, from my wrist. "This is over. We're breaking up." Chapter 1 Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal. So when his bodyguards brought me to the private club where we first met, I changed into an expensive white silk gown, styled my hair, and applied my most exquisite makeup. I even played the touching scene out in my head, imagining myself nodding and saying yes. But as I pushed open the door to the VIP room, my heart pounding, someone threw a full glass of deep red wine in my face. It streamed down my chin and onto my gown. A woman's laughter erupted from the crowd. "I told you Aurora would show up, didn't I? Ronan, you lose!" Ronan walked over, looking resigned. He gently dabbed at my face with a napkin, his tone as soft as ever. "Dressed up just for me? A shame to ruin a good dress." "Clara dared me to bet on whether you would have the guts to come to our turf tonight. I bet that you would. The wager was this: if you didn't, I'd propose tomorrow. If you came, we'd have to wait another year." "Sorry, baby. Since you showed up, I guess we can't get married this year." I looked into his eyes. After a long moment, I asked him, "Then, do you remember what tomorrow is?" He shrugged nonchalantly and smiled. "Of course. Our sixth anniversary. I couldn't forget that." The wine trickled down my collarbone, cold and sticky. I shivered. Suddenly, the whole thing felt utterly pointless. Our anniversary meant nothing compared to one of their pranks. Just like me. I could never win against Clara, his childhood sweetheart. I unclasped the simple silver bracelet, the one I'd worn for six years, from my wrist. "This is over. We're breaking up." ... The silver bracelet clattered on the cold marble floor. With that single clink, the whole room fell silent. Ronan's smile vanished, his brow furrowing. "Stop throwing a tantrum. It's just a dirty dress. I will help you out of it and wash it for you when we get back to the room." "You know how Clara is. She's been like this since we were kids, and her games used to be much wilder. She was actually going easy on you today." "You usually don't have the nerve to set foot on our turf. Now that you're finally here, don't make my men think my woman doesn't know her place." Clara leaned against the card table, pouting. "Aurora, it was just a simple game. If you can't take a joke, I just won't tease you anymore. What's the point of threatening Ronan with a breakup over every little thing?" "I told you she was too sensitive, but you insisted she come. Now look at the mess you've made." She crossed her arms and dropped into the sofa. All eyes in the room turned to me, unfriendly. It was as if they blamed me for ruining their fun. Clara was the only girl in their circle, the apple of everyone's eye. If she so much as frowned, they all had to fall all over themselves to appease her. Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack. That dinner, which was supposed to be my formal introduction to the family, ended with me sitting all alone at the long table. Ronan never mentioned it when he came back, but from then on, if Clara didn't approve, he would never bring me into his circle for any gathering. Even now, though we've been together for six years, very few of his brothers even know me. Now, Ronan was frowning at me. "Aurora, go apologize to Clara." In the past, to stay by his side, to fit into his circle, and to protect his pride in front of his men, I would have swallowed my own pride. I wouldn't have even waited for him to ask; I would have been the first to bow my head. But now, my declaration of a breakup was still less important than Clara simply saying she was "unhappy." It finally clicked. From the very beginning, in Ronan's heart, our relationship had never outweighed his bond with his childhood sweetheart. I picked up the handbag and trench coat I had so carefully chosen to meet his family. Facing the roomful of scrutinizing gazes, I said, word by word, "Ronan, we are completely over. I mean it." I turned around. My heels were unsteady on the slippery floor, but I walked out without a single glance back. Chapter 2 The moment the door closed, Clara's triumphant taunt drifted through the crack: "Aren't you going to chase after that little pet you keep?" Ronan let out a contemptuous scoff. "She's just looking for attention. If I stoop to her level and chase after her, how would that reflect on you?" "She has nothing in this city but me. She's a lot easier to handle than a princess like you." My once-fervent heart was torn to shreds. His words were like salt in a wound, each one cutting deeper than the last. ... The wind on the street was cold. The wine on my gown had turned into a frigid, sticky patch against my skin. I hailed a cab and huddled in the back seat, my mind uncontrollably drifting back six years. Six years ago, on the steps of this very private club, Ronan told me that I was the only one for him in this life. It had actually taken him considerable effort to win me over. I was barely eighteen then, trying to escape my broken home and survive on my own in a strange city. I was extremely insecure and wary of any man who got too close. He pursued me, and I rejected him five times. The sixth time was different. I had just moved into a cheap apartment in the south part of the city. The neighborhood had a notoriously bad reputation for crime. A few local thugs started targeting me, blocking me on the stairwell to demand money, then my phone. Soon, they started leering at me. That's when Ronan appeared. The thugs pulled knives. He took a knife for me, getting a long gash that ran from his elbow to his wrist. Blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground. Later, in the emergency room, as a nurse tended to his wound, he looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Can you just stop being so stubborn and let someone protect you?" "Like me, for instance?" I admit, my heart completely melted. In that moment, I thought I had finally found a harbor where I could anchor my drifting life. He asked me to be his girlfriend that very night, simple and direct, just the way I liked it. After I nodded, this notoriously ruthless man swept me into his arms, so excited he nearly dropped us both. But back then, because I was in his arms, I wasn't afraid at all. The moon was full that night. His promise of love and companionship gave me all the courage I needed and became the sum of all my hopes. But now... I laughed at my own foolishness. The car stopped in front of my apartment building. The warmth of the memory collided with the cold of reality, and I began to tremble. I went upstairs, opened my laptop, and clicked on the resignation letter draft I'd left untouched for days. The cursor hovered over "Send." I took a deep breath and clicked. Cutting ties with the past, it turned out, was as simple as a few keystrokes. You see, Ronan? I'm not so easy to handle after all. But from now on, you won't have to bother. My flight out was scheduled for next week, which didn't leave me much time. Back at the apartment, I took a quick shower, washing away the stench of red wine, and began to pack. I never had much to begin with, and everything I owned fit into two suitcases. At two in the morning, just as I zipped up the last bag and was about to head to a hotel, the front door swung open. Ronan walked in, half-carrying a dead-drunk Clara. She was draped over his shoulder, muttering about wanting fruit. "Ronan, I want one of those fruit platters, the kind cut into little rabbit shapes." Ronan helped her onto the sofa, then turned to me, his tone matter-of-fact. "Aurora, go cut one for her." I froze. He had forgotten. When we had just gotten together, he came home from a party and was violently ill in the bathroom. Worried, I got up in the middle of the night to peel an apple for him, and the blade sliced a shallow cut across my finger. He rushed out of the bathroom and saw what happened. The color drained from his face, his drunkenness vanishing instantly. He pressed on the cut to stop the bleeding, his voice trembling as he apologized over and over. The next day, he locked every knife, peeler, and pair of scissors in the kitchen inside a safe. He had kissed my fingertips and sworn that from then on, he would be the one to cut fruit in our home, that I was never to touch a knife again. For all these years, I really hadn't touched a knife. Even now, next to my dinner plate, there was a custom-made sterling silver butter knife he had ordered just for me. The most laughable part was the small wooden plaque he had made himself, still hanging on the kitchen door. It read: "Kitchen Off-Limits to Aurora." I ripped the plaque off the door and threw it in the trash. And now, he was asking me to go cut a fruit platter for another woman. Vows are the most ridiculous things in this world. "If you want some, cut it yourself," I said, my face a blank mask. I snapped my suitcase shut, pulled up the handle, and headed for the door. "I'm leaving." Only then did he notice the two suitcases. His face darkened, and in a few strides, he blocked the doorway. "Alright, Aurora, that's enough. You have made your point. Are you really packing? I already told you, it was just a game." He reached out to grab my wrist, his grip tight, and pressed me against the door. His breath, smelling of alcohol, fell on my ear, carrying with it the familiar, possessive control he was so used to exerting over me. "Aurora, don't play these childish games." He was convinced I was still throwing a fit about what happened tonight. "I know you want to settle down. I do too. Next year. We'll get married next year for sure, alright?" I stared at him, and in his eyes, which still expected me to soften, I saw the reflection of my last six years. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. "Ronan, haven't I made myself clear? We're broken up, and I will never, ever marry you!" Chapter 3 The slap echoed in the room. Hearing the noise, Clara shot up from the sofa. She stumbled over and backhanded me across the face, the force of it whipping my head to the side. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just hit Ronan whenever you want?" "You should take a good look at yourself and see what you're worth." My cheek was instantly on fire. I instinctively raised my hand to strike back, but Ronan grabbed my wrist and shoved me violently aside. My lower back slammed into the doorknob. A sharp pain shot up my spine to the top of my head, and I sucked in a sharp breath. And he, the first thing he did was pull Clara into his arms. "She's drunk. Why are you picking a fight with her?" "Aurora, just go outside and cool off." He did not even look at me, his hand patting Clara's back in a steady rhythm. "Even this drunk, you're still trying to play the hero." I stared at him, stunned. I watched his nonchalant expression, as if I were just an insignificant outsider, not even worthy of a second glance after being slapped. Clara sobbed into his chest, her shoulders shaking with perfectly timed tremors. Ronan whispered to her, his voice soft, as if coaxing a frightened kitten. All his gentleness was reserved for her. From beginning to end, he never once asked if I was hurt. I used the doorknob to pull myself upright, the spot on my lower back numb with pain. I didn't say another word. I just grabbed my suitcase and walked out alone. In the few dozen seconds it took for the elevator to descend, I started leaving the group chats from Ronan's circle, deleting them one by one. Aside from the pointless prank messages, most were from colleagues asking why I hadn't clocked in for work, or gossiping and teasing me about whether I was already wearing an engagement ring. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, a wave of sorrow washing over me. I sent a single, blanket reply: "We broke up." A profound exhaustion immediately washed over me. The notification sounds kept ringing. Some in the group treated it as a post-party joke. Others exclaimed in disbelief, even telling me not to be difficult just because I didn't get a proposal ring. After all, to outsiders, Ronan always presented a calm and elegant facade, a man who could control any situation. A seemingly flawless lover. But what they couldn't see was this: this same man would charter a yacht to stage a fake romantic proposal, all so Clara could have the fun of pressing a loaded Browning to my temple. For our fifth anniversary, he knelt before me with a trick ring given to him by Clara, a ring with a hidden blade that sent me to the clinic for emergency treatment that night, nearly severing the nerves in my right index finger. He did indeed have the power to handle anything, but the person he protected and shielded was never me. In the past, I always deceived myself, filtering out these moments, desperately telling myself that as long as Clara was not involved, he was passionate and generous with me in our private life. Only now, with a clear head, did I see the truth: a relationship like this, even if it led to marriage, would never last. I pulled my lips into a bitter smile, but my fingers, out of habit, swiped open my social media feed. Clara had posted a new update. A nine-photo grid: at an underground shooting range, she was in a black bodysuit holding a gun, with Ronan standing behind her, his hand over hers, helping her adjust her stance. The next photo was from a private poker game, chips piled high, with her sitting by Ronan's leg, smiling without a care in the world. The caption read: "Best day ever." Those were places I had once mentioned wanting to go. Each time, he would smile and stroke my hair, saying those places were too chaotic, not suitable for a girl like me. He said he didn't want me to be tainted by that kind of atmosphere. At the time, I thought he was protecting me, that it was a unique part of his gentleness, so I suppressed all my little fantasies about adventure and excitement from my first love. It was only now, seeing the wild, relaxed smile on his face as he held a cigar between his lips, that I realized it was not that I was unsuitable. It was that he already had someone more suitable to accompany him. The comments below were a flood of "A match made in heaven." Everyone in that circle had liked the post, the number of likes several times higher than when we had first announced our relationship. I was about to lock my screen when a new message popped up. It was from Ronan. "Don't overthink it. I was just taking her out to clear her head. Come back when you've cooled off. She said she wants to apologize to you in person." My brow furrowed. I was just about to type "No need." A package delivery notification popped up at the top of my screen. The delivery address was our apartment. I stared at the line of text for a moment, deciding that some things were better said in person. And the key. I should return it to him as well. It had been six years. A clean break was more dignified for everyone. I changed my clothes, fixed my hair, and took a cab over. The door was unlocked. But as I pushed it open, a pungent, chemical-smelling liquid sprayed into my face, so acrid that tears immediately welled in my eyes. "Surprise! The party's not over! I've been dying to wash that cheap perfume smell off you!" Before I could even open my eyes, Clara lunged at me. She was holding a spray bottle, aiming it right at my face, her smile utterly vicious. A burning pain began to spread across my skin, growing more intense by the second. It was mixed with a searing, agonizing itch, as if a million venomous ants were gnawing at my bones. The pain was so violent it felt like my skin was being peeled from my face. Chapter 4 I shoved her away with all my strength. My hand instinctively went to scratch my face, but the slightest touch sent a wave of skin-crawling pain through me. "Cough... cough... my face, what was that..." Ronan rushed out from the bedroom and froze the moment he saw me. He grabbed Clara's wrist, his voice sharp with fury. "You said you were just going to switch her perfume! How could her face react like this?!" "What the hell are you trying to do?" Clara wrenched her hand free, her face flushed and her lips trembling. "I... I don't know! I just grabbed a random bottle!" "How was I supposed to know she was so delicate? Besides, you were the one complaining a few days ago about how you hated her boring perfume. You basically gave me permission to do it!" The volatile chemical made my body tremble, my skin going numb. My windpipe was swelling rapidly, making each breath feel like swallowing razor blades. "So you were willing to let her apologize to me... Ronan, you don't deserve the dignity of a clean break." I leaned against the wall, trying to make my way to the bathroom to wash my face. But after just two steps, my vision went black. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was his panicked voice, calling my name, just like he had six years ago when I'd cut my finger. "AuroraโAurora, don't scare me!" When I opened my eyes again, it was evening. The air was thick with the heavy smell of medical alcohol. The pain on my face and neck was still intense enough to make me wish for death. I vaguely remembered hearing the doctor say, as I was being carried in, that I had suffered a severe allergic reaction to the chemical. The skin on my jaw and right cheek was badly blistered and inflamed, and it would take considerable time and treatment to fully recover. My faint gasp alerted Ronan, who was sitting in the shadows. "Aurora, you're finally awake... you scared me to death. The doctor said you were exposed to a highly acidic chemical and went into anaphylactic shock." He leaned closer, his voice low. "Clara really did want to apologize. You know she has been spoiled since she was a kid. She's arrogant, but she absolutely did not do it on purpose. Stop being difficult. Whatever you want, jewelry, a sports car, just name it." I looked at him. As he eagerly defended her, he never once asked if I was in pain, never mentioned how much I would suffer during the recovery process. It did not even occur to him how agonizing it was for me to endure this burning sensation, or how hard it would be to deal with my swollen face. Everything he said was to absolve his precious childhood sweetheart. His mouth, his heart, they were all full of her. The tears just started falling then, making the inflamed skin on my face burn with an unbearable pain. But in that moment, I couldn't tell which hurt more, my body or my heart. "I'm not angry," I heard myself say. "I just regret it. I should never have said yes to you back then." His body went rigid. He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone lit up on the side table. He glanced down. From the corner of my eye, I saw it was a call from his family's Don. The emotion on his face vanished, replaced by the calm, controlled expression I knew so well. "I'm going to take this outside. You rest. I'll be right back." He walked briskly out of the room. I watched his retreating back and, with a courage I didn't know I possessed, threw off the covers, pulled out my IV, and followed him out on bare feet. In a dim corner of the hallway, I saw him standing with Clara, who was leaning against the wall, smoking. "Alright, cut the act. She's awake. Once she's done with her little drama, it'll be fine." "She's always like this." Clara blew a smoke ring, her expression showing not a shred of guilt. "She can't even handle a little excitement? What if she finds out that you chasing her wasn't some 'love at first sight' bullshit? That it was just because you lost a game of Truth or Dare to me that year." "And that anniversary she's so obsessed with? It was just the deadline for our bet." "She'd go completely insane if she knew all that, wouldn't she?" Ronan's expression hardened, and he snatched the cigarette from her hand. "Shut up! You'd better bury that story and take it to your grave!" In that instant, a roar filled my ears. I couldn't hear anything but a constant, high-pitched ringing. I leaned against the wall, my legs weak, as if my bones were being pulled out one by one. I could barely stand. All the things that had been stuck in my heart for years, things I could never figure out, now had an answer. Why he always chose her over me. Why he said he loved me so much, yet let her hurt me every single time. I had thought he was a man of loyalty and honor, deeply devoted to his family, maybe just lacking a sense of boundaries. I had never dared to imagine that from the very first second we met, everything he had given me was a lie. Even that night I thought was my salvation, his words "you're the only one for me," were just a chip in a bet. It turned out that in their eyes, I was never Ronan's lover. I was just a clown in their game, there for their amusement. In that moment, the self-respect and dignity I had spent six years trying to maintain were torn to shreds. I bit down hard on the back of my hand, forcing back the sob that was about to escape my throat. I had to get out of here. Leave this place, leave this suffocatingly fake world, leave everything that had ever borne his name or been touched by his influence. While no one was looking, I slipped out the back door of the clinic, went back to the hotel, grabbed my luggage, and headed straight for the airport. I paid a hefty fee to change my ticket to the next flight to San Loro City. Just before going through security, my phone screen lit up with a text from Ronan. "The doctor said you need to be under observation. Don't run off. Where are you? I'll come get you." I stared at the urgent message, a bitter laugh escaping me as tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't reply. One by one, I blocked and deleted his number and the contact information of everyone in his circle. I finally stopped at his contact name. love Ronan. I hit delete. The screen flickered, and the name that had defined my life for the last six years vanished completely. The final boarding call echoed through the terminal. I picked up my bag and walked into the jet bridge without looking back. Now you and Clara can play your games of Truth or Dare all you want.
Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal. So when his bodyguards brought me to the private club where we first met, I changed into an expensive white silk gown, styled my hair, and applied my most exquisite makeup. I even played the touching scene out in my head, imagining myself nodding and saying yes. But as I pushed open the door to the VIP room, my heart pounding, someone threw a full glass of deep red wine in my face. It streamed down my chin and onto my gown. A woman's laughter erupted from the crowd. "I told you Aurora would show up, didn't I? Ronan, you lose!" Ronan walked over, looking resigned. He gently dabbed at my face with a napkin, his tone as soft as ever. "Dressed up just for me? A shame to ruin a good dress." "Clara dared me to bet on whether you would have the guts to come to our turf tonight. I bet that you would. The wager was this: if you didn't, I'd propose tomorrow. If you came, we'd have to wait another year." "Sorry, baby. Since you showed up, I guess we can't get married this year." The wine trickled down my collarbone, cold and sticky. I shivered. Suddenly, the whole thing felt utterly pointless. Our anniversary meant nothing compared to one of their pranks. Just like me. I could never win against Clara, his childhood sweetheart. I unclasped the simple silver bracelet, the one I'd worn for six years, from my wrist. "This is over. We're breaking up." Chapter 1 Whenever they played Truth or Dare, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Clara would deliberately dare him to pull the same prank on me, and Ronan would always willingly play along: he would pretend to propose to me. The last time, I fell for it. I joyfully held out my hand, but a mechanism inside the ring snapped shut, and I cried out in pain. Ronan and Clara doubled over with laughter, ignoring my finger, which had been pinched purple. Afterward, Ronan pinned me against the wall and swore that this year, he would give me a real proposal. So when his bodyguards brought me to the private club where we first met, I changed into an expensive white silk gown, styled my hair, and applied my most exquisite makeup. I even played the touching scene out in my head, imagining myself nodding and saying yes. But as I pushed open the door to the VIP room, my heart pounding, someone threw a full glass of deep red wine in my face. It streamed down my chin and onto my gown. A woman's laughter erupted from the crowd. "I told you Aurora would show up, didn't I? Ronan, you lose!" Ronan walked over, looking resigned. He gently dabbed at my face with a napkin, his tone as soft as ever. "Dressed up just for me? A shame to ruin a good dress." "Clara dared me to bet on whether you would have the guts to come to our turf tonight. I bet that you would. The wager was this: if you didn't, I'd propose tomorrow. If you came, we'd have to wait another year." "Sorry, baby. Since you showed up, I guess we can't get married this year." I looked into his eyes. After a long moment, I asked him, "Then, do you remember what tomorrow is?" He shrugged nonchalantly and smiled. "Of course. Our sixth anniversary. I couldn't forget that." The wine trickled down my collarbone, cold and sticky. I shivered. Suddenly, the whole thing felt utterly pointless. Our anniversary meant nothing compared to one of their pranks. Just like me. I could never win against Clara, his childhood sweetheart. I unclasped the simple silver bracelet, the one I'd worn for six years, from my wrist. "This is over. We're breaking up." ... The silver bracelet clattered on the cold marble floor. With that single clink, the whole room fell silent. Ronan's smile vanished, his brow furrowing. "Stop throwing a tantrum. It's just a dirty dress. I will help you out of it and wash it for you when we get back to the room." "You know how Clara is. She's been like this since we were kids, and her games used to be much wilder. She was actually going easy on you today." "You usually don't have the nerve to set foot on our turf. Now that you're finally here, don't make my men think my woman doesn't know her place." Clara leaned against the card table, pouting. "Aurora, it was just a simple game. If you can't take a joke, I just won't tease you anymore. What's the point of threatening Ronan with a breakup over every little thing?" "I told you she was too sensitive, but you insisted she come. Now look at the mess you've made." She crossed her arms and dropped into the sofa. All eyes in the room turned to me, unfriendly. It was as if they blamed me for ruining their fun. Clara was the only girl in their circle, the apple of everyone's eye. If she so much as frowned, they all had to fall all over themselves to appease her. Ronan, of course, was no exception. I still remember the first time I met her. She loved Truth or Dare, and each dare was more outrageous than the last. Other people's punishments were to go pick a fight with some punk on the street; when it was my turn, she ordered me to act out our favorite sexual position with Ronan in front of everyone. I only whispered that the dare was crass, and Clara immediately stormed out, red-eyed, slamming the door behind her. The mood in the room soured instantly, and they all rushed out after her, with Ronan leading the pack. That dinner, which was supposed to be my formal introduction to the family, ended with me sitting all alone at the long table. Ronan never mentioned it when he came back, but from then on, if Clara didn't approve, he would never bring me into his circle for any gathering. Even now, though we've been together for six years, very few of his brothers even know me. Now, Ronan was frowning at me. "Aurora, go apologize to Clara." In the past, to stay by his side, to fit into his circle, and to protect his pride in front of his men, I would have swallowed my own pride. I wouldn't have even waited for him to ask; I would have been the first to bow my head. But now, my declaration of a breakup was still less important than Clara simply saying she was "unhappy." It finally clicked. From the very beginning, in Ronan's heart, our relationship had never outweighed his bond with his childhood sweetheart. I picked up the handbag and trench coat I had so carefully chosen to meet his family. Facing the roomful of scrutinizing gazes, I said, word by word, "Ronan, we are completely over. I mean it." I turned around. My heels were unsteady on the slippery floor, but I walked out without a single glance back. Chapter 2 The moment the door closed, Clara's triumphant taunt drifted through the crack: "Aren't you going to chase after that little pet you keep?" Ronan let out a contemptuous scoff. "She's just looking for attention. If I stoop to her level and chase after her, how would that reflect on you?" "She has nothing in this city but me. She's a lot easier to handle than a princess like you." My once-fervent heart was torn to shreds. His words were like salt in a wound, each one cutting deeper than the last. ... The wind on the street was cold. The wine on my gown had turned into a frigid, sticky patch against my skin. I hailed a cab and huddled in the back seat, my mind uncontrollably drifting back six years. Six years ago, on the steps of this very private club, Ronan told me that I was the only one for him in this life. It had actually taken him considerable effort to win me over. I was barely eighteen then, trying to escape my broken home and survive on my own in a strange city. I was extremely insecure and wary of any man who got too close. He pursued me, and I rejected him five times. The sixth time was different. I had just moved into a cheap apartment in the south part of the city. The neighborhood had a notoriously bad reputation for crime. A few local thugs started targeting me, blocking me on the stairwell to demand money, then my phone. Soon, they started leering at me. That's when Ronan appeared. The thugs pulled knives. He took a knife for me, getting a long gash that ran from his elbow to his wrist. Blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground. Later, in the emergency room, as a nurse tended to his wound, he looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Can you just stop being so stubborn and let someone protect you?" "Like me, for instance?" I admit, my heart completely melted. In that moment, I thought I had finally found a harbor where I could anchor my drifting life. He asked me to be his girlfriend that very night, simple and direct, just the way I liked it. After I nodded, this notoriously ruthless man swept me into his arms, so excited he nearly dropped us both. But back then, because I was in his arms, I wasn't afraid at all. The moon was full that night. His promise of love and companionship gave me all the courage I needed and became the sum of all my hopes. But now... I laughed at my own foolishness. The car stopped in front of my apartment building. The warmth of the memory collided with the cold of reality, and I began to tremble. I went upstairs, opened my laptop, and clicked on the resignation letter draft I'd left untouched for days. The cursor hovered over "Send." I took a deep breath and clicked. Cutting ties with the past, it turned out, was as simple as a few keystrokes. You see, Ronan? I'm not so easy to handle after all. But from now on, you won't have to bother. My flight out was scheduled for next week, which didn't leave me much time. Back at the apartment, I took a quick shower, washing away the stench of red wine, and began to pack. I never had much to begin with, and everything I owned fit into two suitcases. At two in the morning, just as I zipped up the last bag and was about to head to a hotel, the front door swung open. Ronan walked in, half-carrying a dead-drunk Clara. She was draped over his shoulder, muttering about wanting fruit. "Ronan, I want one of those fruit platters, the kind cut into little rabbit shapes." Ronan helped her onto the sofa, then turned to me, his tone matter-of-fact. "Aurora, go cut one for her." I froze. He had forgotten. When we had just gotten together, he came home from a party and was violently ill in the bathroom. Worried, I got up in the middle of the night to peel an apple for him, and the blade sliced a shallow cut across my finger. He rushed out of the bathroom and saw what happened. The color drained from his face, his drunkenness vanishing instantly. He pressed on the cut to stop the bleeding, his voice trembling as he apologized over and over. The next day, he locked every knife, peeler, and pair of scissors in the kitchen inside a safe. He had kissed my fingertips and sworn that from then on, he would be the one to cut fruit in our home, that I was never to touch a knife again. For all these years, I really hadn't touched a knife. Even now, next to my dinner plate, there was a custom-made sterling silver butter knife he had ordered just for me. The most laughable part was the small wooden plaque he had made himself, still hanging on the kitchen door. It read: "Kitchen Off-Limits to Aurora." I ripped the plaque off the door and threw it in the trash. And now, he was asking me to go cut a fruit platter for another woman. Vows are the most ridiculous things in this world. "If you want some, cut it yourself," I said, my face a blank mask. I snapped my suitcase shut, pulled up the handle, and headed for the door. "I'm leaving." Only then did he notice the two suitcases. His face darkened, and in a few strides, he blocked the doorway. "Alright, Aurora, that's enough. You have made your point. Are you really packing? I already told you, it was just a game." He reached out to grab my wrist, his grip tight, and pressed me against the door. His breath, smelling of alcohol, fell on my ear, carrying with it the familiar, possessive control he was so used to exerting over me. "Aurora, don't play these childish games." He was convinced I was still throwing a fit about what happened tonight. "I know you want to settle down. I do too. Next year. We'll get married next year for sure, alright?" I stared at him, and in his eyes, which still expected me to soften, I saw the reflection of my last six years. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. "Ronan, haven't I made myself clear? We're broken up, and I will never, ever marry you!" Chapter 3 The slap echoed in the room. Hearing the noise, Clara shot up from the sofa. She stumbled over and backhanded me across the face, the force of it whipping my head to the side. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just hit Ronan whenever you want?" "You should take a good look at yourself and see what you're worth." My cheek was instantly on fire. I instinctively raised my hand to strike back, but Ronan grabbed my wrist and shoved me violently aside. My lower back slammed into the doorknob. A sharp pain shot up my spine to the top of my head, and I sucked in a sharp breath. And he, the first thing he did was pull Clara into his arms. "She's drunk. Why are you picking a fight with her?" "Aurora, just go outside and cool off." He did not even look at me, his hand patting Clara's back in a steady rhythm. "Even this drunk, you're still trying to play the hero." I stared at him, stunned. I watched his nonchalant expression, as if I were just an insignificant outsider, not even worthy of a second glance after being slapped. Clara sobbed into his chest, her shoulders shaking with perfectly timed tremors. Ronan whispered to her, his voice soft, as if coaxing a frightened kitten. All his gentleness was reserved for her. From beginning to end, he never once asked if I was hurt. I used the doorknob to pull myself upright, the spot on my lower back numb with pain. I didn't say another word. I just grabbed my suitcase and walked out alone. In the few dozen seconds it took for the elevator to descend, I started leaving the group chats from Ronan's circle, deleting them one by one. Aside from the pointless prank messages, most were from colleagues asking why I hadn't clocked in for work, or gossiping and teasing me about whether I was already wearing an engagement ring. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, a wave of sorrow washing over me. I sent a single, blanket reply: "We broke up." A profound exhaustion immediately washed over me. The notification sounds kept ringing. Some in the group treated it as a post-party joke. Others exclaimed in disbelief, even telling me not to be difficult just because I didn't get a proposal ring. After all, to outsiders, Ronan always presented a calm and elegant facade, a man who could control any situation. A seemingly flawless lover. But what they couldn't see was this: this same man would charter a yacht to stage a fake romantic proposal, all so Clara could have the fun of pressing a loaded Browning to my temple. For our fifth anniversary, he knelt before me with a trick ring given to him by Clara, a ring with a hidden blade that sent me to the clinic for emergency treatment that night, nearly severing the nerves in my right index finger. He did indeed have the power to handle anything, but the person he protected and shielded was never me. In the past, I always deceived myself, filtering out these moments, desperately telling myself that as long as Clara was not involved, he was passionate and generous with me in our private life. Only now, with a clear head, did I see the truth: a relationship like this, even if it led to marriage, would never last. I pulled my lips into a bitter smile, but my fingers, out of habit, swiped open my social media feed. Clara had posted a new update. A nine-photo grid: at an underground shooting range, she was in a black bodysuit holding a gun, with Ronan standing behind her, his hand over hers, helping her adjust her stance. The next photo was from a private poker game, chips piled high, with her sitting by Ronan's leg, smiling without a care in the world. The caption read: "Best day ever." Those were places I had once mentioned wanting to go. Each time, he would smile and stroke my hair, saying those places were too chaotic, not suitable for a girl like me. He said he didn't want me to be tainted by that kind of atmosphere. At the time, I thought he was protecting me, that it was a unique part of his gentleness, so I suppressed all my little fantasies about adventure and excitement from my first love. It was only now, seeing the wild, relaxed smile on his face as he held a cigar between his lips, that I realized it was not that I was unsuitable. It was that he already had someone more suitable to accompany him. The comments below were a flood of "A match made in heaven." Everyone in that circle had liked the post, the number of likes several times higher than when we had first announced our relationship. I was about to lock my screen when a new message popped up. It was from Ronan. "Don't overthink it. I was just taking her out to clear her head. Come back when you've cooled off. She said she wants to apologize to you in person." My brow furrowed. I was just about to type "No need." A package delivery notification popped up at the top of my screen. The delivery address was our apartment. I stared at the line of text for a moment, deciding that some things were better said in person. And the key. I should return it to him as well. It had been six years. A clean break was more dignified for everyone. I changed my clothes, fixed my hair, and took a cab over. The door was unlocked. But as I pushed it open, a pungent, chemical-smelling liquid sprayed into my face, so acrid that tears immediately welled in my eyes. "Surprise! The party's not over! I've been dying to wash that cheap perfume smell off you!" Before I could even open my eyes, Clara lunged at me. She was holding a spray bottle, aiming it right at my face, her smile utterly vicious. A burning pain began to spread across my skin, growing more intense by the second. It was mixed with a searing, agonizing itch, as if a million venomous ants were gnawing at my bones. The pain was so violent it felt like my skin was being peeled from my face. Chapter 4 I shoved her away with all my strength. My hand instinctively went to scratch my face, but the slightest touch sent a wave of skin-crawling pain through me. "Cough... cough... my face, what was that..." Ronan rushed out from the bedroom and froze the moment he saw me. He grabbed Clara's wrist, his voice sharp with fury. "You said you were just going to switch her perfume! How could her face react like this?!" "What the hell are you trying to do?" Clara wrenched her hand free, her face flushed and her lips trembling. "I... I don't know! I just grabbed a random bottle!" "How was I supposed to know she was so delicate? Besides, you were the one complaining a few days ago about how you hated her boring perfume. You basically gave me permission to do it!" The volatile chemical made my body tremble, my skin going numb. My windpipe was swelling rapidly, making each breath feel like swallowing razor blades. "So you were willing to let her apologize to me... Ronan, you don't deserve the dignity of a clean break." I leaned against the wall, trying to make my way to the bathroom to wash my face. But after just two steps, my vision went black. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was his panicked voice, calling my name, just like he had six years ago when I'd cut my finger. "AuroraโAurora, don't scare me!" When I opened my eyes again, it was evening. The air was thick with the heavy smell of medical alcohol. The pain on my face and neck was still intense enough to make me wish for death. I vaguely remembered hearing the doctor say, as I was being carried in, that I had suffered a severe allergic reaction to the chemical. The skin on my jaw and right cheek was badly blistered and inflamed, and it would take considerable time and treatment to fully recover. My faint gasp alerted Ronan, who was sitting in the shadows. "Aurora, you're finally awake... you scared me to death. The doctor said you were exposed to a highly acidic chemical and went into anaphylactic shock." He leaned closer, his voice low. "Clara really did want to apologize. You know she has been spoiled since she was a kid. She's arrogant, but she absolutely did not do it on purpose. Stop being difficult. Whatever you want, jewelry, a sports car, just name it." I looked at him. As he eagerly defended her, he never once asked if I was in pain, never mentioned how much I would suffer during the recovery process. It did not even occur to him how agonizing it was for me to endure this burning sensation, or how hard it would be to deal with my swollen face. Everything he said was to absolve his precious childhood sweetheart. His mouth, his heart, they were all full of her. The tears just started falling then, making the inflamed skin on my face burn with an unbearable pain. But in that moment, I couldn't tell which hurt more, my body or my heart. "I'm not angry," I heard myself say. "I just regret it. I should never have said yes to you back then." His body went rigid. He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone lit up on the side table. He glanced down. From the corner of my eye, I saw it was a call from his family's Don. The emotion on his face vanished, replaced by the calm, controlled expression I knew so well. "I'm going to take this outside. You rest. I'll be right back." He walked briskly out of the room. I watched his retreating back and, with a courage I didn't know I possessed, threw off the covers, pulled out my IV, and followed him out on bare feet. In a dim corner of the hallway, I saw him standing with Clara, who was leaning against the wall, smoking. "Alright, cut the act. She's awake. Once she's done with her little drama, it'll be fine." "She's always like this." Clara blew a smoke ring, her expression showing not a shred of guilt. "She can't even handle a little excitement? What if she finds out that you chasing her wasn't some 'love at first sight' bullshit? That it was just because you lost a game of Truth or Dare to me that year." "And that anniversary she's so obsessed with? It was just the deadline for our bet." "She'd go completely insane if she knew all that, wouldn't she?" Ronan's expression hardened, and he snatched the cigarette from her hand. "Shut up! You'd better bury that story and take it to your grave!" In that instant, a roar filled my ears. I couldn't hear anything but a constant, high-pitched ringing. I leaned against the wall, my legs weak, as if my bones were being pulled out one by one. I could barely stand. All the things that had been stuck in my heart for years, things I could never figure out, now had an answer. Why he always chose her over me. Why he said he loved me so much, yet let her hurt me every single time. I had thought he was a man of loyalty and honor, deeply devoted to his family, maybe just lacking a sense of boundaries. I had never dared to imagine that from the very first second we met, everything he had given me was a lie. Even that night I thought was my salvation, his words "you're the only one for me," were just a chip in a bet. It turned out that in their eyes, I was never Ronan's lover. I was just a clown in their game, there for their amusement. In that moment, the self-respect and dignity I had spent six years trying to maintain were torn to shreds. I bit down hard on the back of my hand, forcing back the sob that was about to escape my throat. I had to get out of here. Leave this place, leave this suffocatingly fake world, leave everything that had ever borne his name or been touched by his influence. While no one was looking, I slipped out the back door of the clinic, went back to the hotel, grabbed my luggage, and headed straight for the airport. I paid a hefty fee to change my ticket to the next flight to San Loro City. Just before going through security, my phone screen lit up with a text from Ronan. "The doctor said you need to be under observation. Don't run off. Where are you? I'll come get you." I stared at the urgent message, a bitter laugh escaping me as tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't reply. One by one, I blocked and deleted his number and the contact information of everyone in his circle. I finally stopped at his contact name. love Ronan. I hit delete. The screen flickered, and the name that had defined my life for the last six years vanished completely. The final boarding call echoed through the terminal. I picked up my bag and walked into the jet bridge without looking back. Now you and Clara can play your games of Truth or Dare all you want.
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