Chapter 2

I smiled bitterly and was about to walk out when Vincent stopped me.

"Daisy, Fiona's birthday wish is to go see the Northern Lights with me. Give her your couple's trip instead."

I froze.

Ever since I bonded with Vincent, I had always dreamed of seeing the Northern Lights.

But he was always busy, saying he had pack matters to handle, or that he had to take care of my sickly younger sister.

I made plans over and over again, but they always fell through.

Last month, I finally won a couple's travel package. For the first time, he said he would make time.

And now, he was asking me to give it up.

Vincent stood in front of Fiona, his brow tightly furrowed, like he was ready to stop me if I tried to hurt her.

My ears rang. It took me a long moment to find my voice. I forced out a single word.

"Okay."

He looked like he hadn't heard me right.

My tone stayed calm. I spoke slowly and clearly.

"I said yes. I'll give it all to her."

As soon as I finished, Vincent looked surprised. But before he could respond, I heard small clapping.

Cecilia smiled as she clapped her hands.

"Yay! Aunt Fiona's not feeling well, and Mommy finally understands she should give way more!"

I just looked at my mate and our six-year-old daughter.

For six years after bonding with Vincent, I handled his pack affairs and took care of everything at home.

Even when he clearly favored my sister, I still accepted it.

When I gave birth to Cecilia, I almost died from heavy bleeding.

And in the end, they all chose another woman over me.

But it didn't matter anymore.

If Fiona wanted it, then I would give it to her.

Vincent took out a pen and watched closely as I signed the agreement giving up the trip. Only then did he relax.

"Daisy, you've really grown up. I admit I used to favor Fiona, but she's a human with a short lifespan. After everything is over, I'll come back to you."

Cecilia nodded and puffed her cheeks as she looked at me.

"Mommy, Daddy and I love you too. Aunt Fiona only takes up a small part of our time. After she dies, our long lives will all belong to you."

My parents nodded in agreement.

They didn't even bother speaking to me anymore. They turned back to Fiona, surrounding her like she was a princess everyone revolved around.

I lowered my eyes. I felt completely numb inside.

At that moment, I stopped expecting anything from them.

I was walking toward death anyway.

But I still underestimated what my body could handle.

I took a couple of steps forward, and my heart felt like it was being crushed.

Deep inside, my wolf screamed in pain.

I collapsed right at the hospital room door.

The last thing I saw before blacking out was Vincent's panicked face.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still on the floor outside the room.

I forced myself to sit up, only to realize everyone had left.

Most of the room had already been cleared out.

I grabbed a healer and asked what happened, and that's when I found out Fiona had already been discharged.

I sat on the ground, completely lost.

That was when Vincent and Cecilia stepped out from a corner, both of them looking disappointed.

Cecilia sighed and spoke like a little adult.

"Dad, do you feel better now? I told you Mom was faking it. That was so childish. You made us miss Aunt Fiona's discharge. Good thing Grandpa and Grandma were there."

Faking it?

Vincent frowned at me.

"Daisy, I thought you'd outgrown this kind of behavior. I didn't think you'd go back to pulling tricks like this. You just want to test whether I still love you, don't you? You could've just asked. You didn't need to go this far."

I pursed my lips. In the end, I forced myself to stand and nodded.

"Sorry. I was just really tired."

No one responded.

The two of them held hands and went home to celebrate Fiona's birthday.

I dragged my weak body to the street and finally managed to get a taxi.

By the time I got home, I was completely drained.

I didn't have the strength for anything else. I fell onto the bed and fell asleep.

I didn't wake up until the next day when laughter from downstairs pulled me out of it.

I walked down the stairs in a daze and heard Cecilia's clear, childish voice.

"I like Aunt Fiona more than Daisy. I want her to be my mom."