Chapter 39
Leo’s POV:
Watching Elizabeth walk away, a pang of regret twisted in
my
chest.
I had spent years convincing myself that our union was nothing more than a pragmatic
rangement.
But now, as she retreated from me, I felt an unfamiliar ache, something gnawing at the edges of my hardened heart.
Aria’s suffering was my responsibility, and I couldn’t abandon her, especially since many of her wounds were from the war for me.
When I returned to the Silvermoon Pack, the atmosphere was tense.
Aria was in the house, her anger from earlier still palpable.
The servants were cleaning up the mess she had made, remnants of her rage scattered across the floor.
As soon as I walked in, Aria rushed over to me, her arms winding around my neck.
Her eyes were red, her makeup smeared from crying.
“Leo,” she said, her voice a mix of distress and seductive charm.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. Everything hurts when you’re not around.”
I stiffened, caught between guilt and irritation.
She was always so adept at manipulating my emotions.
“You’ve been making a scene, Aria,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“The servants are cleaning up your mess. Can’t you see how much strain you’re causing everyone?”
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She pouted, her lips trembling.
“But Leo, I need you. I want more luxuries, more flowers. I need to feel cherished.”
I know it deep in my heart that every time Aria talks about her wounds and gains sympathies by playing victim is her way of getting more money and jewelry.
I don’t mind it because I find her simple yet a stupid woman.
e can be easily dispatched with money.
I can afford that but sometimes it kinds of annoys me.
In between my thoughts she spoke again ‘Oh Leo honey, come on satisfy me with luxury‘
….Her words struck a chord.
I thought of Elizabeth, how she had been so dedicated to her duties, always putting the pack and my needs before her own.
The realization hit me hard: almost all the money I had given Elizabeth had gone towards supporting the pack or helping her parents.
She had barely kept any for herself, a stark contrast to Aria’s insatiable demands.
Was it possible that everything Elizabeth did was out of genuine affection?
My mind raced with confusion.
I had dismissed her care as mere duty, never considering that she might truly love me.
Aria’s attempt to snuggle closer was almost too much.
I could see through her act, her every move designed to tug at my heartstrings.
As she lay her head on my shoulder, I felt a mix of frustration and remorse.
“You’re just playing a game,” I said, pulling away slightly. “This isn’t real. You’re using my guilt to manipulate me.”
Aria’s face hardened.
“Is that what you really think? After everything I’ve done for you?”
Before she could respond, my Beta, Panther entered, bringing a piece of mail.
The interruption was a relief.
I took the opportunity to escape from Aria’s clutches and retreated to the study
I opened the envelope and found a divorce settlement.
Elizabeth’s name was already signed on the female’s side.
The dates were set for the werewolf council meeting to sever our bond once and for all.
I laughed bitterly, a harsh sound that echoed in the empty room.
“Is she that desperate to be rid of me?” I muttered to myself, staring at the document.
I was about to sign the papers in a fit of anger when another thought crossed
my mind.
Instead of signing, I grabbed my phone and instructed Panther, “Go and get that wedding ring back. Now.”
My heart was pounding. Elizabeth’s departure had stirred something within me.
Despite the tumultuous past and my resentment, I found myself wanting to make things right, if only to understand what we had truly lost.
Elizabeth POV
The piano room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor.
I was focused intently on preparing for my next lesson, my fingers dancing over the keys, when the door was suddenly flung open with a violent crash.
I looked up, startled, to see a man standing in the doorway.
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His face was hidden behind a mask, his eyes cold and menacing.
“Are you Elizabeth?” he rasped, stepping into the room with a deliberate, unsettling
slowness.
I swallowed hard, my heart skipping a beat.
“Yes, I’m Elizabeth,” I replied, my voice wavering slightly.
Please, have a seat. Let’s talk about your current level and progress.”
The man took a seat, but there was something off about his demeanor.
His movements were jerky, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for something.
I tried to push down the growing sense of unease and began to play a demonstration pieces
His movements were jerky, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for something,
I tried to push down the growing sense of unease and began to play a demonstration piece.
Suddenly, he stood up and stepped to the side.
Without warning, he slammed the piano lid down with all his might.
Pain exploded in my hand as the lid crushed my knuckles, and I let out a scream, tears springing to my eyes.
