로그인Hi, my loves. ❤️
First of all, I am so, so sorry.
I know it’s been a very long time since I last updated Trading, and I know that for many of you, this isn’t even the first time you’ve had to wait through a long, unexpected gap in updates.
I know I’ve promised to become more consistent in the past, and I know how disappointing it must be to hear those promises, get excited about the story moving forward again, and then have me disappear without any explanation.
And for that, I am genuinely, deeply sorry.
I’ve been dreading writing this announcement for a while now, not because I don’t want to communicate with you, but because I know I’ve let a lot of you down. I know there are readers who have been patiently waiting for updates, readers who have been checking the book every day, readers who have reached out to ask whether I’m okay, and readers who are understandably upset because they have invested so much of their time and money into a story that hasn’t been updated in weeks.
I see you, and I understand your frustration. I really do.
Before I explain what happened, though, there’s one thing I desperately want to reassure everyone about.
I AM NOT ABANDONING TRADING. I HAVE NEVER HAD ANY INTENTION OF ABANDONING IT, AND I WILL NEVER INTENTIONALLY LEAVE THIS STORY UNFINISHED.
Please, please believe me when I say this. ❤️
I’ve seen comments from readers worrying that they’ve spent so much money on the book only for it to be abandoned, and honestly, those comments hurt to read, not because I think anyone is wrong for saying that, but because I understand exactly where that fear is coming from.
You have paid to read this story. You’ve spent months following these characters, getting invested in their lives, waiting for the next chapters, and trusting that the story you’ve supported will eventually have an ending.
You shouldn’t have to wonder whether you’ll ever get to finish a book you’ve invested so much in.
And I am so sorry that my inconsistency has given any of you a reason to feel that way.
You will get to read this entire story. You will get your ending. I am not walking away from this book, and I need you to know that.
Now, I want to explain what has been happening, because I know I’ve been silent for far too long, and you deserve to understand why.
October was an incredibly difficult and hectic month for me. As many of you know, I got a new place a few months back, but due to SO MUCH problems and a conflict with the land-owner, I could only move in last month, and the entire process was far more stressful and demanding than I had anticipated. Between a small case with the land-owner and balancing other aspects, I am not exagerrating when I say life was kicking my arse hard in the back.
For anyone who has ever had to relocate, especially under less-than-ideal circumstances, you’ll probably understand just how much of your time and attention moving can consume. Between packing, sorting out the new place, dealing with logistics, arranging everything, and trying to settle into an entirely different environment, it felt as though there was always something else that urgently needed my attention.
And unfortunately, right in the middle of all of that, while I was still actively moving and trying to get everything sorted, I received a major writing deadline from my editor for another book.
I needed to take that book from approximately 100,000 words to 150,000 words within a very short period.
Unfortunately, despite how much time and energy I devoted to it, I still couldn’t meet the deadline because of how chaotic and overwhelming everything was.
It was honestly disheartening because it had consumed so much of my time, disrupted my writing schedule, and in the end, I still fell short.
Now, I want to clarify something here, because I really don’t want anyone to misunderstand what happened or think that I simply decided another book was more important than Trading.
I’ve always written multiple stories simultaneously.
In fact, Trading was never a book I wrote in isolation. From the very beginning, I’ve worked on it alongside other stories, and for the most part, I’ve been able to manage those responsibilities without one book completely disrupting the other.
I’ve always written it alongside other stories, many of which are still unpublished. Sometimes, when Trading gets too dark or emotionally draining, escaping into another story or world gives my brain the break it needs to recharge.
Writing multiple books isn’t something new to me, and neither are deadlines. I’ve worked under demanding deadlines before, sometimes while juggling several stories, and I’ve generally been able to make it work.
So when this particular deadline came up, I genuinely believed I could handle it the same way I normally would.
My plan was very simple. I thought I could take a short break from Trading, perhaps two or three days, concentrate on meeting the urgent word-count requirement, and then return to updating as usual.
I never intended for that little break to become weeks of silence.
I genuinely thought I had everything under control.
But what I completely underestimated was how difficult it would be to manage such a demanding writing schedule while I was also in the middle of moving houses.
On a normal day, under normal circumstances, I believe I would have been able to handle that deadline without allowing it to interfere so drastically with my other writing commitments.
Unfortunately, those weren’t normal circumstances.
There was so much happening at once, and I kept thinking I could push through everything, finish what needed to be done, and get back to my usual routine.
But the moving process kept demanding more of my attention, the deadline was getting closer, and the amount of work I needed to get through kept piling up.
Before I knew it, the two or three days I had initially planned to take away from Trading had turned into much longer.
And by the time I finally got through the most demanding parts of everything, my writing schedule was completely disrupted.
I was exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally. I was so burnt out from trying to keep up with everything that even sitting down to write became incredibly difficult.
And unfortunately, that was when things became even worse.
Because as the days passed, I became increasingly aware of how long it had been since I’d updated Trading.
I knew readers were waiting.
I knew some of you were checking for chapters every day.
I knew I’d already promised to work on my consistency, and I knew that every additional day without an update was another day I was disappointing people who had trusted me.
And instead of finding a way to explain what was happening, I became increasingly overwhelmed by the thought of facing everyone.
I would think about returning to the book, remember how long I’d been away, think about all the bad comments I was probably going to find, and immediately feel this horrible sense of dread.
Then another day would pass, and the guilt would get worse. And then another. And another.
Until I found myself in this awful cycle where I was constantly anxious about not updating, but also struggling to get myself back into the routine that would allow me to update.
I know how terrible that sounds, especially from the perspective of readers who were simply waiting for the next chapter of a book they love.
And I know that regardless of how overwhelmed I was, I should have communicated instead of allowing the silence to continue for so long.
Even if I couldn’t write, I could have told you what was happening. Even if I didn’t know when I would be able to resume updates, I could have reassured you that the story was still ongoing.
You deserved that much from me, and I’m genuinely sorry I didn’t do it.
I’ve also been avoiding the comment section because I was terrified of seeing just how disappointed everyone had become. I knew there would be questions, frustration, and worries about whether the book had been abandoned, and I was already so anxious about the situation that I kept putting off facing those comments.
But I also understand that my silence probably made those worries even worse. And that is something I sincerely apologize for.
To make matters worse, I also lost access to my Fac3b00k account during this period, which made it even more difficult to communicate with some of you who usually reach me there.
I know some readers have probably been trying to contact me, and I am so sorry if your messages have gone unanswered. Please understand that I wasn’t deliberately ignoring you.
And please don’t think that because I’ve been absent, I’ve stopped caring about the story, the characters, or the people reading it.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
One thing I really want everyone to understand about me is that when there are unexpected gaps in my updates, it is almost always because something is happening behind the scenes that I’m struggling to manage.
Sometimes life is genuinely beating my ass. 😭 Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by circumstances I didn’t anticipate. Sometimes I’m dealing with burnout, and sometimes I’m trying to keep myself from spiralling mentally while still figuring out how to meet my responsibilities.
I’m also quite mentally fragile, and I often find myself on the edge of becoming overwhelmed. I struggle to stay afloat more often than I’d like to admit, and it’s probably something I should discuss more with my therapist. I’ve just become so used to finding my way back onto my feet on my own.
I’m not saying any of this because I expect you to be happy about waiting or because I believe my personal circumstances should automatically excuse every missed update.
I’m saying it because I never want my readers to interpret my absence as me simply losing interest in the story and deciding to leave everyone hanging.
A gap in updates does not mean I’ve abandoned the book. Silence does not mean I’ve given up on it. And struggling to write does not mean I’ve stopped wanting to finish what I started.
I know that as readers, you don’t always get to see what is happening in an author’s life outside the chapters you read, and I understand that you shouldn’t have to know every personal detail of my life just to feel confident that a story you’ve paid for will be completed.
That confidence should come from my actions, and I know my recent inconsistency has made that difficult.
Which is why I completely understand if some of you are hesitant to believe another announcement promising that things will get better.
I know that trust isn’t something I can restore simply by apologizing or explaining myself.
I have to earn it back by showing up, writing the chapters, and following through on my commitment to finish this book.
And that is exactly what I intend to do.
So, what happens now? ❤️
I’m finally settling into my new home, the issues with my landlord have been resolved, and I’ve started a new medical treatment that’s making things a little slower for me, but is ultimately for the best. I’m also working on getting my writing schedule back on track.
I intend to resume writing Trading properly this week, and ideally, I’d love to return with a bigger update of around ten chapters before gradually resuming daily updates and building a backlog.
I now have a dedicated writing office space with fewer family interruptions in my new home, and I’ve also joined a writing marathon group with a few other authors to help me get out of my head and put more words on paper.
However, I want to be careful about promising an exact date before I have those chapters ready.
I know I’ve made promises about consistency before, and I know that another promise without the chapters to back it up might understandably mean very little right now.
So rather than giving you a date that I might struggle to meet, I want to focus on getting the work done and making sure that when updates resume, I have a better system in place to maintain them.
I also want to do a better job of communicating whenever something unexpected comes up.
Because even if life gets hectic again, even if I become overwhelmed, and even if I need to take a little time away from writing, you shouldn’t have to spend weeks wondering whether the story has been abandoned.
I know that now, and I’m going to make a conscious effort to do better.
And please, I want to address something else, because I know it’s a concern some readers understandably have.
I am not abandoning Trading for another story.
I’m not replacing it with something newer, and I’m not putting it aside because I’ve suddenly become more interested in another book.
As I explained earlier, I have always written multiple stories, and Trading has existed alongside those other projects throughout its run.
The problem wasn’t simply that I had another book to write. It was that a demanding deadline happened to fall right in the middle of an already overwhelming move, and I severely underestimated how much that combination would disrupt everything.
I thought I could handle it.
I couldn’t, at least not in the way I’d planned.
And unfortunately, Trading and its readers ended up bearing the consequences of that miscalculation.
For that, I am truly sorry.
I don’t want any of you to feel as though your support has been taken for granted, or that because you’ve already invested in the story, I can simply disappear and expect you to keep waiting indefinitely.
I know your time is valuable. I know your money is valuable. And I know that for many of you, reading is something you look forward to after a long day, something you use to relax, escape, or simply enjoy a little happiness.
I know how frustrating it must be to become deeply invested in a story, only to have its updates stop unexpectedly, especially when you have no idea when they’ll resume.
And I am sorry that I’ve put you in that position.
To everyone who has been checking the book every day, hoping to see a new chapter, I’m sorry.
To everyone who has left comments asking when the story will continue, I’m sorry.
To everyone who has spent their hard-earned money supporting this book and is now worried that they might never get to read the ending, I’m especially sorry.
And to everyone who has defended me, encouraged other readers to be patient, or reached out simply to ask whether I’m okay, thank you so much.
I know I haven’t made it easy to remain patient, and I don’t take your kindness or continued support for granted.
There is still so much left to happen in Trading, so many scenes I have planned and moments I can’t wait to share with you.
We’ve come so far with this story, and maybe writing over 500,000 words in such a short time does drive you a little crazy sometimes, but to me, it’s all worth it for these characters and the joy of sharing their story with you.
This story means a great deal to me, and so do the readers who have supported it.
I want to see it through to the end just as much as you do.
And I know that the only way to truly reassure you of that is to keep writing until we get there.
So please, if there’s only one thing you remember from this very long announcement, let it be this:
TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING IS NOT AN ABANDONED BOOK.
It is an ongoing story that has unfortunately suffered from my inconsistency and some very difficult circumstances, but it is not a story I have given up on.
You will read the full story. You will find out what happens to these characters. You will get the ending you’ve been waiting for. I intend to see this book through to the very last chapter.
I don’t expect everyone to immediately feel reassured after reading this, and I understand if some of you would rather wait until updates resume before trusting my words again.
That’s completely fair.
I am not asking you to pretend that the past few weeks haven’t been frustrating, or to forget how long you’ve been waiting.
I just hope you can understand that I never intended for any of this to happen, and that despite everything, I have never stopped caring about completing this story.
I am truly, truly sorry for disappearing, for not communicating sooner, for the broken expectations, and for making so many of you worry about a book you’ve grown to love.
I hope that with time, and more importantly, with actual chapters, I can regain some of the trust I’ve lost.
Thank you for reading this far. Thank you for loving Trading. Thank you for every comment, every vote, every chapter you’ve unlocked, and every bit of support you’ve given me throughout this journey.
I appreciate you more than I can properly put into words.
And to those of you who have been worried about my wellbeing, thank you for caring about the person behind the story, too. I am trying to do okay, and I’m gradually getting things back in order.
I miss interacting with you all, and I genuinely look forward to the day when this comment section is filled with discussions about the story again rather than worries about whether it will ever be completed.
I am so sorry, my loves.
Thank you for hearing me out, and thank you for everything. ❤️❤️❤️
With so much love and sincere apologies,
Remi ❤️
Hi, my loves. ❤️First of all, I am so, so sorry.I know it’s been a very long time since I last updated Trading, and I know that for many of you, this isn’t even the first time you’ve had to wait through a long, unexpected gap in updates.I know I’ve promised to become more consistent in the past, and I know how disappointing it must be to hear those promises, get excited about the story moving forward again, and then have me disappear without any explanation.And for that, I am genuinely, deeply sorry.I’ve been dreading writing this announcement for a while now, not because I don’t want to communicate with you, but because I know I’ve let a lot of you down. I know there are readers who have been patiently waiting for updates, readers who have been checking the book every day, readers who have reached out to ask whether I’m okay, and readers who are understandably upset because they have invested so much of their time and money into a story that hasn’t been updated in weeks.I see y
EMBER’S POV“And none of that matters if you go back in there, set the room on fucking fire, pass out, bleed from your eye again, or, I don’t know, die.”“I am not planning to die.”“Nobody ever plans it, Ember. That is why death remains such an inconvenience.”“I’m serious.”“So am I.”I grab her arm and make her stop; this is the first thing all morning that feels like something I can actually do, instead of another question I have to carry around until it eats me alive.“We cannot save Marjorie with what I saw in Hale’s room. Hale looking old proves nothing. For all the Council knows, she has some horrible illness, and Hale is such a good sweet-talker she could probably stand beside seven bodies and convince everyone she was there to arrange the flowers. The journal proves nothing if nobody else can read it. I can tell Knox every word, and I know he’ll believe me, but the Council doesn’t have to.” I tighten my hand around Queenie’s arm. “To them, I’m the King’s new lover trying to
EMBER’S POVQueenie slows beside me. “What does that even mean?”“That’s the question, isn’t it? What failed?” I rub at my forehead. “What could have failed because Celeste died? Why did her death affect anything Hale was doing? And she dies on the night of Greenvale, and Greenvale sits right there in Hale’s journal, too. What the hell could have been that important to Hale all those years ago? Did she know something about that night? About Knox? About the sixty-three? Or did whatever this was only start mattering after Celeste died?”Queenie takes a few more steps, then shakes her head.“But none of that proves Celeste was part of Hale’s big scheme. She could have been another victim. Hale could have been using her, studying something about her, doing something around her without Celeste knowing a damn thing.”“I know, and I hate that you’re right.” The frustration under my skin is getting worse. “Because I feel like I’m close to something. So close I can almost taste the foul thing,
EMBER’S POVQueenie’s smile is gone now. She walks beside me in silence for a few seconds, rubbing the sore spot at the back of her head again, but this time she looks distracted rather than annoyed.“Maybe because there is nothing a doctor can do. If she really has to take something from other people to keep herself functioning, then maybe the maids were the treatment.” Her mouth tightens. “She can heal everybody else because everybody else gets sick in ways she understands. Whatever is happening to her might be something completely different.”I look at her, and the unease that has been crawling under my skin suddenly sharpens.“Something that isn’t natural.”Queenie slows with me.For a second, neither of us says anything, because saying it aloud makes the whole thing worse.Hale has spent years surrounded by herbs, healers, money and every resource Knox could possibly give her, yet somewhere along the way the answer she settled on was seven living women.Queenie’s voice is quieter
EMBER’S POVI can’t breathe.I’m standing in the corridor with my back against the wall, my thumb bleeding and my chest so tight that every breath feels too small.The Caelora bitch.Hale said it so easily. Like the words were already familiar to her. Like she had known exactly what I was long before I ever learned the name myself.My stomach drops.She knows what Caelora is.She knows what I am.And she has known for a very long time.“Ember!”Queenie comes round the corner at a run, white to the lips.“I couldn’t stop her, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t-” She’s got hold of both my arms. “Are you alright? Did she touch you? Ember, are you-”“How did she get past you?”“She ran!” Queenie’s shaking. “The girl said she’d been in with Rayana and it was going fine, and then Rayana started coming round. Hale stood up and told everyone to get out because she needed a minute with her, so they did. About a minute later, she came flying out of that room and took off down the corridor, Ember. I mean,
EMBER’S POVHer voice makes the sight of her even more disturbing. It is still Hale’s usual calm, level voice, except now it is coming from a face that looks decades older than the one I saw downstairs.“Hale—”“What are you doing in my room!” Her eyes drop to my hands, and her whole expression changes. “Put that down!”“What the fuck happened to you?”“Put it down!”She crosses the room so quickly that I barely have time to pull the book back.She tears it out of my hands hard enough to scrape the skin from my thumb, then clutches it against her chest with both arms. By the time she steps away from me, she is breathing hard.“Get out of my room!” she shouts. “Get out! Get out!”“Hale, look at yourself-”“Don’t you dare!”“Look at your hands!”“Get out!”She screams it, and the sound tears straight out of her chest.In weeks, I have never heard Hale raise her voice above that soft, controlled murmur of hers, and now she is standing in front of me shrieking, both arms locked around the







