“You misunderstood, I’m not
But he waved me off, not listening to my explanation.
“I’ve got things to do, I’m leaving now. And honestly, stop doing things that drain my feelings for you.”
The door slammed shut, and the room fell into a deathly
silence.
Estood there for a long time, then laughed at myself–bitter, hollow.
Thome, how much of your feelings for me are even left, and what’s there to drain?
If this had happened before, I’d have been upset, unable to sleep or eat from his misunderstanding. But now, I was able to compose myself quickly.
I went back to looking at the wedding details my mom had sent.
Before I logged off Moons, I casually clicked on unread posts. It was from Thorne, but person like him seldern update his life on social medium
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you’re so perfect, of course, I’d want to marry you and keep you close, so I can rest easy.”
The picture showed Liora alone, along with their wedding invitation.
Less than a minute later, our mutual friend commented:
Alpha, is our pack Luna really being replaced like this?”
Immediately, Thome’s post disappeared, but it soon appeared again on Liora’s Moons page.
Not long after, Thome called.
If this had been before, I’d have taken a screenshot and called him first to confront him. There’s no way I’d let something like this slide without a fight
But this time, I didn’t answer until the call ended, and I didn’t even feel the need to pick it up.
It was strange that the post didn’t really upset me. Maybe I was numb to it by now.
My first thought was that their mating ceremony was on the same day as mine. What a coincidence.
By the time Thorne got home, I had already gone to bed.
He quietly opened the door and walked to my bedside.
“Ophelia, are you asleep? I tried calling you, Why didn’t you answer?”
I turned away from him, casually brushing it off. “I must’ve accidentally fallen asleep, didn’t hear it.”
down to feel my forehead. “Are you still having atever?
Thome sighed in relief, bending
When he got close, thickeningly sweet scent of women’s perfume on him made me tena ware of i
So I instinctively moved to the side, avoiding his touch.
His hand hovered in the air, a look of shock on his face
“Ophella, anything happened?”
nausea, almost causing the to gag
I burled myself under the covers, speaking with my voice muffled. “No, it’s just the cold. I want to sleep”
I slept until the next morning, finally feeling a little lighter.
I got up and began packing my things, slowly erasing every trace of myself from this house.
That’s when I realized I had bought all these matching couple things. At first, Thome used them with me.
But I didn’t know since when those things had all been thrown into comers, collecting dust
I packed them all into a bag, and throw them away.
There was also a scrapbook which filled with photos from our trips, postcards we’d collected, tickets for traveling between different places and letters he’d written me
That scrapbook was filled with the memories of our
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our years together.
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ever since Liora came into our life, no new photos had been added.
When Theme came home, I was just about to toss the scrapbook into the fireplace. He stormed over, snatching it from the fire as if he had gone mad, his hands burning from the heat.
Ignoring the pain, he glared at me, furious.
“Have you lost your mind? Do you know how important this scrapbook is to us? Why did you burn it?”
Thome rarely raised his voice at me, and this was the first time he’d spoken to me like this.
His concem seemed genuine, but the truth was, he was hiding the fact that he planned to marry someone else.
Not wanting to argue, I casually said, “The scrapbook got moldy, and I backed everything up. I can just make a new one later.”
Hearing this, he calmed down.
As I applied burn ointment to his hands, Thorne stared at me, then suddenly spoke.
“Ophelia, I’ve noticed you’ve seemed a bit down lately. Work stress getting to you? I’ve arranged a private getaway for you – why don’t you go unwind for a while?”
