ログインHaliyah’s POV. “What are you implying?” Raven’s tone carried a threat in response to what Damon had said. Even I, still reeling from Damon’s words, found myself waiting for his reply. “You lost the right to call her your wife the moment you forgot how to treat her like one,” he said. “At that point, you already forfeited whatever claim you think you still have.” But instead of clarity, his answer only deepened my confusion. It was far from what I expected to hear. Raven’s jaw flexed. “You don’t know anything about our relationship.” My heart pounded loudly in my chest, my gaze darting between the two men. The air around us felt suffocating. I didn’t expect Damon to push this far, or Raven to look this unhinged. “I know enough,” Damon replied coolly. “You’re ignoring what’s right in front of you. She doesn’t want you anymore, Raven.” “That’s not your call to make.” “Then, whose is it?” Damon challenged. “Yours? Because from where I’m standing, you’ve been making the wrong one
Haliyah’s POV. I walked fast out of the mall, my chest constricting with anger after being triggered by Raven. He had taken me to the store where I used to love shopping, deliberately reminding me of our past there. It was the same store where we bought our wedding rings, even my wedding gown and his suit. And even though I hated that those memories still affected me, I couldn’t escape the truth that it was a place filled with beautiful moments for us, nothing like the ugliness Raven had etched into my heart and mind after betraying me. Ever since I caught him cheating with Cassandra and discovered the cruel things they did behind my back, I forced myself to erase and forget every good thing they had ever done and every happy memory I shared with them. What Raven did to me was unforgivable. I had done nothing wrong to him. My only mistake was loving him blindly for five years. And now that everything between us was completely shattered, beyond repair, that was when he started acti
Cassandra’s POV. I slammed my phone down on the bed in frustration when Raven didn’t answer my call again. I had been calling him over and over every day, but all I ever got was the ringing on the other end. I didn’t know what could possibly be keeping him so busy that he couldn’t even send a quick message or answer for a few seconds. I tried calling his Beta and Gamma, but they all gave me the same answer— Raven would call me when he was free. When exactly would that be? And why would he only call me when he had nothing else to do? Why did he only reach out when it was convenient for him? I walked into the living room, where the nanny was entertaining my child. I approached my son and picked him up, facing the nanny. “Change Liam’s clothes. We’re going out,” I ordered. We’d just go out for a bit so I could get some fresh air. I was going to lose my mind if I stayed stuck inside the pack house, overthinking everything. I’d distract myself with shopping while waiting for his fathe
Haliyah’s POV. For several days now, Raven had been bothering me, and I had also started noticing Damon’s behavior around him. If I hadn’t been paying close attention, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Everything Damon did was so subtle that it passed as coincidence if someone wasn’t looking closely, and most people weren’t. They only saw what was obvious, and they didn’t question anything because they didn’t expect anything else from him. But I had been watching him. At first, it was just the need to understand someone who refused to be understood. Over time, that observation had sharpened into awareness, which was why I started seeing a pattern. It wasn’t just that Damon and Raven disagreed. Disagreement was normal, especially in matters involving authority. It wasn’t even that Damon corrected him— that, too, could be explained. It was the way Damon always seemed to appear precisely when Raven was beside me. Not before. Not after. Always during. I started replaying the past
Damon’s POV. Raven’s presence didn’t fade after that first interruption. If anything, it intensified. At first, it could still be a coincidence. But patterns don’t lie, and I’ve spent too long reading them to mistake incidental for intentional. Haliyah and Raven kept interacting more times than I cared to count over the next few days. It became routine in a way that should have concerned me. Or perhaps it did concern me, just not for the reason I was willing to admit. Raven wasn’t just appearing near Haliyah by chance. He was placing himself there on purpose repeatedly, and I didn’t like the way that felt. I noticed it within two days. By the third, it had become predictable. By the fourth, it was constant. By the fifth, it was irritating. During those days that he kept positioning himself near her, I always found a reason to be there too. I didn’t even know what excuse I was using sometimes, even if it made no sense, just to show up at the right moment. “You’re doing it again,”
Raven’s POV. The next day, I was in my office going through reports on external compliance updates. Sebastian had just left after briefing me about changes in Haliyah’s schedule. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie as I stared at the documents in front of me. That was when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw Cassandra’s name. “Cassandra,” I answered. “Raven, I’ve called you so many times and you’re only answering now!” she lashed out from the other line. “Are you really that busy you can’t even remember us anymore? Or are you just avoiding me?” “I’ve been busy,” I replied curtly. “That’s not an excuse. You used to make time. Now, I feel like I have to beg just to get your attention. You didn’t even show up when you were supposed to accompany me to the mall!” I remained silent. “Busy, busy, busy. What about me? What about our child? Do you even care anymore, Raven?” she muttered bitterly. “I’ll handle it later,” I said flatly. “There’s always a ‘later’ with
Haliyah’s POV. “Raven planned it…” When Cassandra said those words, it felt like the ground vanished beneath my feet. My father’s death wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t fate. It was a deliberate murder. I stared at her, my mind struggling to accept the truth she had just thrown at me. My father
Haliyah’s POV.I ran my fingers over the rope I had cut from old supplies, checking the small lockpick I had fashioned in secret, and tested the window latch I had loosened. Everything was ready. I just had to wait for the right moment. I could almost taste freedom.I exhaled slowly, steadying my n
Haliyah’s POV.The door slammed shut behind me with a thud. The sound echoed through the hallway, while I just stood there, staring at the wooden door in front of me. The click of the bolt sliding into place sounded louder like a cage closing.Raven’s Beta didn’t meet my eyes when he pushed me insi
Raven’s POV. “I said… I want a divorce.” The word divorce hit me like a hard slap across the face. For a second, my mind went blank. I stared at Haliyah, standing in front of me with that pale face and those swollen eyes, and waited for her to take it back and apologize. But she didn’t. My brow







