Chapter 4

Lorraine's Pov

My eyes fluttered as it was hit by the brightness of the sun's rays telling me to move out of bed.

I had a good feeling about today. 

Maybe it was due to the fun I had last night with my best friend, Anna, and a group of her friends.

Anna had practically dragged me out with a few of her friends, insisting I needed to stop drowning in work and actually enjoy myself for once.

She was right.

For a few hours, I'd laughed until my stomach hurt, danced without caring who was watching, and forgotten the weight I'd been carrying for years.

It had been nice. Reality came rushing back the moment my feet touched the floor and my eyes involuntarily moved to a stack of letters on my nightstand.

They were Callum's letters. I had not read any of them, nor had I disposed of them.

No matter how much I hated him, I couldn't eliminate them.

Today was Monday, and I needed to head out to work. I had to stop thinking about someone who never truly cared about me.

I walked into the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away every thought of Callum from my head and providing warm comfort. 

I had just walked out of the bathroom when my boss's call came in,

"Hello, Miss Greene," I said

"Good morning. I hope you're coming to work today," My boss said gently

"Yes, ma'am, is there any issue at hand?" My curiosity was piqued 

"Not at all. I have some big news for you."

At that word, I felt like I knew what it would be. 

"Hello? Lorraine, how are you there?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I zoned out a bit. I'll be there soon."

Then she hung up. 

I was feeling blue today, so I decided to go with a blue midi sundress with a matching Louis V bag, and finally, I headed out.

 I relished the fresh smell of paper and ink in the newsroom. Miss Greene strolled into my office with a letter in her hand.

"It came in early for you."

I smiled at her and thanked her for the letter

Even without reading the letter, I knew what was in it as I glanced at its cover, so I merely kept it in my drawer 

I could hear his voice saying these very words with such elegance. 

"I'll read the letter later," I lied with disgust crawling into my skin.

Miss Greene returned my smile and was about to leave when she suddenly turned around. 

"Lest I forget, Someone wants to meet you," Miss Greene said.

"Me? Not the agency?"

"Yes. Just you. By noon." With that, she took her leave without waiting for my reply.

I couldn't decline the offer since it was coming from my boss, but somehow, I had an idea of who it was.

A small smile crept onto my face, and I couldn't wait to see the sorry look in his eyes, begging me to return.

Callum.

I hated how he treated me like a nobody, even after I had given my all to him.

I wanted him to return begging, which was all going according to my plan. 

I just needed to put in the little touches to make him unable to resist me.

After ruining my life, he thinks he can waltz back anytime.

But....He was still my mate.

Unfortunately, the bond hadn't disappeared.

Each time I thought of Callum James, I felt many tumultuous emotions.

I felt fear. What if I wasn't good enough in his eyes?

I felt deep regret and sadness. A tiny, pathetic part of me still wondered...

If I'd fought harder that day... if I'd refused to leave... would things have been different?

I crushed the thought before it could take root.

A deep sigh escaped from my lips. I was relentless.

No matter what I felt, I knew I hated his every being.

He cast me away to the cold, and he thinks I'll forgive him?

What did he think of himself?

Was his handsomeness the reason for his pride? 

Did he think I was still unable to resist him? 

The thought of Callum made me feel disgusted, his rotten attitude, that unreadable look on his face when he banished me from my home.

He was the cause of everything terrible that had happened to me, and I wouldn't let it go.

I got up from my chair and decided to head back to change into an outfit that would turn heads, especially his.

I stared at my wardrobe in literal frustration. Then I saw it–My desired dress.

It was a red dress with a low back that gave off elegance, and I paired it up with some gorgeous heels.

I stood in front of my mirror and felt like a queen.

I was twenty-five, and I still had my youthful beauty. This beauty would be the death of Callum.

I headed back to the newspaper office because I felt I would be safe being there 

The door opened, and my heartbeat sped up in anticipation.

My smile froze and turned into a frown as I saw Callum's beta, Liam, with a child no more than six, and he looked very much like Callum.

"Greetings Miss Lorr…"

"Whose child is that?" I cut him off, my voice coming out much sharper than I intended.

"He's Alpha Callum's son." The words crashed into me.

My stomach lurched violently.

The image of Callum and Lana immediately flashed through my head.

Their bodies entangled as they bathed the room with the sounds and scent of sex.

My face twisted as I thought of this image.

I looked at the small boy, and Lily's face appeared.

She was taken away from me by the cruel hands of death on her second birthday.

My chest tightened as I remembered all this. Tears threatening to come out of my eyes. 

"Are you serious?" I refused to believe it. 

"Yes, Miss. The resemblance."

He was right. There was the freaking resemblance.

Had he brought him here to show me he was happy while I lived a hard life?

A bitter laugh almost escaped me.

So he'd built a happy little family after throwing me away.

How convenient.

How perfect.

And now he'd sent his Beta here...

With his son.

What was this supposed to be?

A reminder of everything I'd lost?

 I had lost my child, but he brought Lana's child to make fun of me. 

He was disgusting.

Disgusting.

I looked at the child's face with a grimace, wondering how someone could look so much like my enemy.