Chapter Two- The Third Wheel

Chapter 2

Arianna  

“Don’t be ridiculous Arianna !” He growled. “I already said we would make it up to you. What else do you want?” 

I acted as though I didn’t hear that. I sprung into action immediately as I went to get the suitcase I had packed last night.

My movements were stiff from maintaining one position for so long, but I carried on. Not sparing a single moment.

Dean just lowered his head, eating the breakfast Vivien brought, ignoring my actions. Not like I cared either.

I dragged my small suitcase to the door, then remembered something in the refrigerator. So I turned back, ending up right in front of Dean.

He paused his eating, growled and snorted coldly:

"Now you realize your mistake, don’t you? It's not too late to apologize! Don't be ungrateful, I've spoiled you too much these years!"

But I didn't even give him a glance, only looking at the refrigerator as I spoke:

"Excuse me, please move."

He sat there with a dark face, pretending not to hear, so I simply stepped over his legs.

From the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, I took out the meat pie my father had made for me during his last visit.

I carefully clutched it to my chest. I missed him so much, especially right now.

But as I turned to leave, Dean deliberately stuck out his leg, tripping me.

My head hit the corner of the coffee table directly. A surge of anger immediately washed through me.

He frowned in displeasure: "What's so precious about that box of junk? Should have thrown that garbage out long ago! Makes my whole refrigerator smell like meat filling!"

I pushed myself up with both hands, my gaze falling on the flour-dusted floor.

But my vision was blurred by the blood slowly trickling down. Accalia, my inner wolf, growled softly, but I knew better. I was a weak omega, I would not dare challenge him.

Dean's face remained dark and superior as he irritably lit another cigarette for himself.

"Arianna , can you stop being so embarrassing? Why don't you just kneel down and lick it off the floor? I just helped Vivien out a bit yesterday, why are you acting so pitiful? Who are you trying to impress?"

"You knew the wedding was fake, so why are you making such a fuss now?" 

"A fake wedding - how could that be more important than someone's life?" Dean Sneered.

I saw amusement spark across Vivien’s eyes, and she reached out to touch Dean's arm, a possessive gesture that made my blood boil.

Even now, he thought I was just angry about him missing the wedding. But the truth was glaring.

I understood clearly - it wasn't that the fake wedding wasn't important.

It was that I, Arianna , had never been important in Dean's eyes.

For five whole years, I had always been the inferior one in our relationship. I had been the one who loved and chased him, looking for affection where there was none.

Perhaps compared to me, Vivien was more suited to be his perfect companion, just like he had told me.

I had waited countless nights for him to come home.

All I ever got were messages about him socializing with Vivien.

I would message him to drink less.

But the replies were always just red exclamation marks.

When it got too late, they would book rooms at the same hotel, and Vivien would use his phone to unblock me, sending me provocative messages.

They would be complete with room numbers and photos of them together that she took with him to spite me.

"Arianna , you should know your place! I am the only one that can take good care of Dean, I am the only one he loves. You can see it for yourself, can’t you?!"

After sending those messages and making sure I received them, she would then delete them from his phone and go back to acting all pretensive and innocent.

She indeed took very good care of him, to the point where Dean no longer needed me at all.

I stared coldly at Dean, "Life is indeed important, but my father's life wasn't important to you, was it, Dean?"

His expression darkened with my questioning. “What do you mean by that, Arianna ?”

I ignored his question completely. As I was dragging my suitcase to leave, Dean couldn't help but roar angrily:

"Why are you acting so crazy, Arianna ? Are you determined to keep up with that attitude? I can go to the hospital to apologize to your father, isn't that enough? If that's not enough, I can even take Vivien to apologize to your father in person! Do you want me to show your father her hospital IV records?"

His words made me want to puke. How dare he act like he cared after abandoning me at the altar and now that my father was dead?

My chest ignited with fury, making it heave violently. 

So in his eyes, this was how unreasonable my father and I were.

Seeing my unusual reaction, Dean's expression flashed with confusion before trying to rush over and grab me.

But Vivien's voice stopped him.

"It's probably not about her father being upset or sick, maybe Arianna  is just angry that you missed the wedding yesterday. It's okay, I can explain to her with the hospital records." She said with a pretentious tone, I could see right through her.

The rage suddenly exploded in my chest, burning away all my rationality. To hell with this bitch!

The next moment, I grabbed the black bag from the shoe cabinet and hurled it at her head.