All Chapters of Escaping From My Ruthless Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alessandro, for some reason, had given me the space I once begged to have. Ironically, now that I had it, the silence left in its wake echoed louder than any confrontation ever could. One part of me—the rational, bruised part—wanted him to go on and embrace his so-called mate. Let him fall in love with her. Let him convince himself of his own lies. Clearly, the affection he claimed to have for me had never been deep enough. If it had been, he would have fought for me. He would have chosen me.But there was still a sliver of my heart that lingered like a stubborn ember refusing to die out. That part longed to stand beside him again—not as a temporary lover or a fleeting memory, but as his rightful wife, his chosen mate.Emotions were unpredictable creatures, like wild horses that refused to be tamed. And right now, I didn’t have the time nor the energy to chase them. My child—my heartbeat—came first. Nothing else mattered.After having a small snack, I made my way downstairs to find Ca

Alessandro slammed his palm against the table so hard the ancient wood trembled, the sudden force snapping the air like a whip. Silence dropped in the room, thick and stifling. His chest heaved with rage, nostrils flaring as he glared at the elders seated before him—men who had once bled for him, now shifting in their chairs like cowards with broken spines.Their faces were carved with concern—but not for him. Not for his mate. Not even for the pack.No. They were murmuring about her again."Alpha," Elder Marwick spoke, his tone soaked in that infuriating, false calm, "Saint Cosette has been helping everyone. You can’t just drive her away. People are already disappointed that you haven’t accepted her. When will you name her Luna?"A muscle in Alessandro’s jaw twitched. He forced himself to breathe through his nose, slow and controlled, though every part of him screamed to throw the table across the room.They weren’t just suggesting. They were pushing. They were trying to force his ha

By the time I opened my eyes, I was in Alessandro's bedroom, tucked in his scent-coated blanket. A shiver ran down my spine when everything started becoming clear. My breath hitched as I sat up, my hands reaching my belly. I could still feel the swell of my stomach but I couldn't understand whether my baby was there or not. The burning pain wasn't there, no throbbing aches on my back. As if I was never hit by a whip.Tears streamed down my face when I got up and lifted my top. I wanted to feel My baby. Whether I was dreaming or I was really there. I couldn't separate it. I remembered being only three months along and now I saw my son's dead body and Alessandro?What happened to him? Did they kill him? Because he sided with me? Did I fail to do my tasks?My throat throbbed with a pain stuck in. My body wobbled as I couldn't understand the situation. That couldn't be a dream. The pain was unbearable.A silent sob escaped from my throat, I couldn't move. My arm was numb. There was a band

My uncle, one of the best healers with vast knowledge of herbs and natural medicine, once said, sometimes to protect your loved ones, you must go to such an extent that it may risk their life.It's not about the temporary pain. It's about protecting them from forever suffering.I knew that Neva wasn't just a simple wolf. She was the Moon Wolf, a legendary wolf blessed directly by the Moon Goddess. The funny part was that I never asked anything from the Moon Goddess. Not even loved her.Now, I knew how strong I was when I stood up holding the bowl. A strong aura surged around my body, crawling from the ground up to me like I was pulling the strength toward myself.My hair shone under the lights. It moved like waves as I grabbed her wrist firmly and smiled, "You will drink the soup, Nova! Right in front of me!"Nova's body froze when her eyes locked with mine. A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. "Drink!"I lipped it, and this time, my voice rolled out as a command, my eyes blazing

MauveThe egg felt like rubber in my mouth, flavorless and unnecessary. I chewed with effort, barely keeping it down as the familiar nausea clawed at my stomach. Morning sickness was no longer a wave—it was a storm, relentless and growing. I had made breakfast myself. Alessandro hadn't said anything about it, but Carl had mentioned it last week, that the Alpha hadn’t eaten a proper breakfast in days. And ever since, I found myself preparing one or two dishes for him. Maybe it was courtesy. Maybe guilt. Or maybe it was simply repayment for living here, rent-free.I took another bite and regretted it instantly.After forcing myself to swallow, I rose and stepped outside. The garden was still bathed in the soft blush of morning. My steps slowed the moment my feet touched the dew-soaked grass. The visions had been quieter lately, less frequent. Every time I stood closer to Alessandro or sided with him, the weight of those visions dulled, like fog dispersing under sunlight. Last night was