LOGINDAISY’S POV. “Whose phone is this, Daisy? I won’t ask again.” Aaron’s voice was so quiet. The stranger phone kept ringing, the numbers flashing on my face. “Who gave you this! Because I know you didn’t buy it. There’s no record on your account that you bought this. So tell me Daisy before I get angry. Are you cheating on me? Did another man buy this for you?”I wanted to laugh at that moment. My cheeks were throbbing from the slap, the muscles there so painful it was so hard to move but goddess I wanted to laugh.“Cheating? You dare accuse me of cheating when you have over 143 images on your phone sleeping with different people?”The red in his eyes flared angrily. He was in front of me in a matter of seconds, he threw the phone carelessly to the bed, before grabbing my jaw and slamming me to the wall, “you weren’t supposed to see that. I’ve been shielding you from that for years. You were just supposed to be the perfect wife. The perfect…” he sighed as if he was the one trying to
DAISY’S POV “You shouldn’t check what isn’t yours,” Aaron said, slipping the phone into his pocket. Disgust crawled up my throat. “Why? Are we not married? Why can’t I check your phone?” He laughed it off. “I don’t mean that, Daisy. But tomorrow is our anniversary, and I’m planning something big. What if you saw it?” Something big. I almost laughed. Like cheating on me. Like three friends in a group chat, asking whether I’d found out. “I’ll bring you a new plate and clean this up,” he said, scooping up the tray. “This one’s ruined.” When the door closed, my appetite was gone, replaced by something colder. Ilya had asked if I’d found out. Tonight, I would. I turned off the light and slid beneath the blanket. When Aaron returned, I kept my eyes shut. “Are you asleep, Daisy?” I didn’t answer. He sighed. His lips pressed against mine, and my throat nearly convulsed. “Goodnight, my love.” He didn’t come to bed for another hour. At midnight, the mattress dipped, and he pulled me
CHAPTER SIX DAISY’S POV I sat in a corner café with a cup of coffee going cold. My body was numb. Different thoughts swirling in my head. Earlier, before leaving the technician’s shop, he’d looked at my phone and said something that hadn’t left my mind. “Whatever you do, don’t turn this phone back on. If someone has been tracking it, switching it on could give them your location again. Honestly, I’d advise you to get rid of it.” He’d even agreed not to tell anyone I’d been there, especially if someone came looking for me. So I switched it off, travelled outside the city and found somewhere quiet to sit. I didn’t want Aaron finding me. I didn’t trust him anymore. I recalled all the messages I’ve received in our marriage. Did you eat? Where are you, my queen? Stay home. Rest. Let me spoil you. Every day, for months. I used to read those messages with a stupid smile, thinking how lucky I was to have a husband who couldn’t go two hours without checking on me. But if he could se
DAISY’S POV “Your husband has been on a call outside since you came in,” the stranger said. “That’s why he isn’t inside. Give him two minutes, and he’ll walk in.” I turned toward the window. Aaron stood in the driveway with his phone pressed to his ear, his lips moving fast. My whole body went on alert. “How are you seeing that?” “Relax, Daisy. The only person I want to harm is Aaron. You, I would never touch.” His voice slid over my skin like a hand, and I hated that Aria lifted her head. “I don’t believe you.” “You will.” His voice held a lazy confidence. “When your husband comes in, he’ll tell you the Lycans have called an urgent meeting. I want you to follow him. There’s no meeting. He’s going somewhere you went just days ago.” My stomach tightened. The only place I’d been was my friends’ house. “And if he doesn’t go there?” “I’ll wager my entire kingdom that he will.” “You’re sick. When I find you—” “Always so mouthy.” He chuckled. “I’d love to see you try.” Keys jin
DAISY’S POV I rushed toward the boy, but Aaron stepped between us. “Wh… what are you doing here?” His lips trembled. “You’re supposed to be in your room.” Aaron had never stuttered before. “And you just pushed a child down!” I snapped, ducking around him. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I reached out, and the boy slapped my hand away. His small face twisted with a hatred far too heavy for a three-year-old. He scrambled up, ran into the room, and slammed the door. The lock clicked. I stared at it. He had looked at me as though he knew me and had every reason to hate me. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, Daisy.” Aaron wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. Let me take you back.” I let him lead me down the hallway. In my room, he tucked the blanket around my legs, then called a nurse to bring me food. I waited until he hung up. “Weren’t you supposed to be at work?” “Work?” He blinked, then laughed awkwardly. “Oh. Yes. The meeting ended early, so I came back. I was looking for
DAISY’S POV “I’m sorry, but you had a miscarriage.” I laughed. I didn’t mean to. It just came out, small and cracked, because it was ridiculous. I looked from face to face and waited for someone to laugh with me. “No,” I said. “I was at the hospital three days ago. The gynecologist Aaron hired said the baby was healthy. The blood must have come from a scratch. Check again. Aaron’s baby is still inside me.” “Mrs. Daisy, sometimes stress or panic can—” “I wasn’t stressed!” My voice broke. “I was fine. I was fine.” I kept saying it, as if repeating it enough times would undo what he’d said. My hand pressed flat against my stomach, and under my palm, I felt nothing but my own shaking. Selene stepped closer, tears gathering in her eyes. Mia wiped her cheeks. Ilya stood frozen at the foot of the bed. I didn’t want their pity. I wanted my baby. I wanted to scream it until the walls shook. Five times, I had packed away hope. This time, I had let myself unpack it. The yellow paint I’d







