Chapter 3

MEGAN’S POV

The next day, I woke up very early as usual. Not minding the fact that my dear husband didn’t return to bed last night. I hoped, and tried to convince myself, that he was just her childhood friend and that’s all. 

Patting my stomach, I smiled softly. I’m sure that once I tell him that I’m pregnant, he would surely be happy, and then our family can be together again. 

With that, I stirred the prawn sauce while the servants aided me with the cooking. For the past three years, I’ve always made breakfast for my husband and the household. In fact, anything that makes him happy, even if it’s inconvenient for me, I’d always do it for him. 

After cooking, I had the food served on the dining table with a wide smile. A few minutes later, I was already seated and waiting for Austin when I heard the laughter and chatting coming from the stairs area. I didn’t bother to stare, because I knew it was them. 

The moment I raised my eyes, I saw Kayla with her arm wrapped around my husband's arm like she would fall if she didn’t hold onto him. My heart ached, but I kept calm. 

I was literally invisible to them, because no one acknowledged me. They sat around the table with my husband pulling the chair for ‘his Kayla’—something he has never done for me. 

I sat there, staring at the food and toying with it with the cutlery, but no one, not even my husband, noticed me. 

“Oh my gosh! Prawns? What the…” Kayla jolted, turning to Austin while I raised my brows in a mixture of curiosity and surprise. 

Austin sighed and turned his gaze at me for the first time since he came to the dining table. “Oh, shit! Megan, you should have asked. Kayla doesn’t like eating prawns.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Alice snapped. “She’d prefer fish sauce because peeling this is a lot of work.” Alice added.

My chest tightened, and I opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. I wasn’t just stunned; I was heartbroken. Watching my husband hold her hands in consolation. “It’s okay, Kay. I know you don’t like peeling prawns. You know prawns are my favorite; that’s why Megan made them, and I forgot to tell her that I won’t eat them as long as you’re here.”

God! Do they think I’m invisible? Right in front of his wife, who woke up early in the morning to make his favorite meal and to break the happiest news to him, he would rather trash the food to please his ex? 

“Megan, you should have asked me before preparing this. They might be my favorite, but I don’t eat prawns whenever Kayla is around. She can’t peel them.” He scolded me, and I scoffed in utter disbelief. 

“Oh, Austin. You’re so good to me.” Kayla smiled and then turned to me. “I hope you don’t mind, Luna Megan. Austin and I have always been like this.” I didn’t respond or even spare a glance, but she continued anyway. “Austin, since Megan has already prepared it, you can’t disappoint her. I remember you used to peel them for me so I wouldn’t ruin my nails.”

Alice chuckled. “Well, you are the most important person in his life, even more than I am.” They laughed heartily. 

“Fine, I’ll peel them. I remember you like lime posset, right? I’ll have the servants prepare the dessert.” Austin patted her hair passionately as one of the servants handed him transparent gloves.

Lime posset? Really? He knows her favorite dish and the dish she doesn’t like . Yet after three years of being married to him, he couldn’t even tell that I’m allergic to limes. 

I watched Kayla rub his hands over and over again while at the table; I lost my appetite. A part of me wanted to believe that they’re just friends, but another reminded me that they almost got married. 

“Oh… isn't that the wedding band you bought for us four years ago?” Kayla gasped, glancing at the ‘ring’ pendant on the necklace hung around my neck. 

My hand slowly reached for the ring on my necklace. It is my wedding ring, but it wasn’t even my size. So, it was the ring he bought for his marriage to Kayla before she broke up with him four years ago?

“Austin, you really kept the ring? I mean, I thought you’d trash it and get a new one for your Luna.” She joked, and Austin smiled while peeling prawns. “Of course not.”

Throughout the day, I had myself locked up in the room with the fear of getting more heartbroken by Alpha Austin and Kayla’s public display of closeness. 

Kayla was literally attending pack meetings like she was the Luna while I stayed locked up in the room, sulking. 

That night, I had already prepared Austin’s bath, and he came in, took his bath, and we retired to bed together, even if we only sleep on the sides of the bed like roommates. 

It was midnight when I heard a knock on our door. My eyes flung open. The door was creaked open, and Kayla walked in, feigning fear. 

“Austin! Austin!!” She called out, trembling. 

Austin jerked up from the bed, rubbing his eyes weakly. Kayla continued sobbing and said. “Austin, I can’t sleep. You know I usually have panic attacks when I sleep alone. I just had a bad dream; I can afford to sleep by myself.” She sobbed. 

I raised my head and glared at my husband, who was tenderly holding her hands and trying to calm her down. However, he didn’t care. He only turned to me and said. “Megan, don’t get this twisted. Kayla has always been this way. I’ll just go and help her go to sleep, and I’ll be back soon.”

Before I could say a word, he had already left the room, holding her hands like she was so precious to him. My jaw dropped, and of course, tears dropped from my cheeks.