《THE WRONG MATE (One month of lies)》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

CELESTE MAGNUS POV The drive to Mr. Pitt’s hospital was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the kind of quiet that presses against your chest and makes your thoughts louder than the engine, louder than the road, louder than anything outside the window. Michael didn’t speak much, he just drove. Every so often, I felt his gaze flick toward me, careful, like he was trying to confirm I was still here and not drifting too far into whatever this was about to become. I didn’t have an answer for him, because I wasn’t sure I was fully here either. There are moments in life where your body arrives somewhere before your mind agrees to follow. This felt like one of them. Everything I had believed about that period of my life had already begun shifting long before this visit. I just hadn’t wanted to look at it too closely. Now I had no choice. By the time the hospital came into view, something in me had gone still. Not calm, or cold, I was just prepared. Like my emotions had stepped aside to

CELESTE MAGNUS POVThe moment I left the hospital, Adrien chased after me, but I ignored him and drove away. I arrived at the palace, the air shifted, alerting everyone around me that something significant was about to unfold. It wasn’t the pang of emotion on my face or the volume of my voice, both remained resolutely steady. It was the tension that rippled through the entrance hall, compelling guards to straighten and servants to lower their heads, as if the very walls were steeped in the gravity of unspoken truths.Michael walked beside me in silence, effortlessly attuned to my pace as I strode directly toward the administrative wing, unwavering in my purpose. A few officials lingering near the corridor quickly stepped aside, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.“Princess Celeste,” one of them ventured cautiously.“I need the pack conference hall prepared immediately,” I stated, my voice calm but commanding. “Full media access. Public broadcast authorization. And sen

HAZEL’S POV As soon as the conference wrapped up, my mansion transformed into a cage. It's no longer comfortable for me to stay in. It wasn’t because anyone had pointed a finger at me. My name hadn’t come up in accusations,and yet, I could feel the shift, the murmur of an impending storm. I stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to fend off the chill that seeped into my bones. The silence in the room thickened, each tick of the clock heavy with unspoken words. Behind me, the television droned on, reporters tearing apart every detail Celeste had spilled. Their overlapping voices created a cacophony of theories and questions flooding the airwaves. I snapped the TV off, and in the sudden stillness, I felt the weight of dread settle deeper. Adrien remained on the couch, an immovable figure with his elbows on his knees, one hand pressed to his mouth as though he were clutching at his own sanity. Since the conference started and ended, he hadn’t uttered a

HAZEL The moment Adrien walked into the mansion, I knew something inside him had changed. Not the usual cold anger he carried after meetings or pack disputes. Not frustration. Not irritation. This felt different. The doors slammed behind him hard enough to echo through the entire entrance hall, and every servant nearby immediately stepped aside without being told to. No one spoke. No one even looked directly at him as he strode through the mansion with a look on his face that made my stomach tighten before he even reached me. I had been waiting for him in the sitting room ever since he left Celeste’s estate, pacing restlessly and trying to convince myself that whatever happened between them couldn’t possibly undo everything between us. But the second his eyes landed on me, that confidence started crumbling. “Adrien…” I said carefully, standing from the couch. He didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at me for a long moment, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable in t

CELESTE POV My eyes flicked briefly toward the rearview mirror before returning to the road ahead, though a strange sensation had already started settling low in my stomach. The SUV maintained the exact same distance behind me. Same speed and same positioning. I frowned slightly and changed lanes casually, pretending not to notice while watching the mirror carefully from the corner of my eye. A few seconds later, the SUV changed lanes too. My grip tightened around the steering wheel. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe I was becoming paranoid after everything that had happened recently. Between the public conference, the hospital revelations, Adrien’s apology, and Hazel spiraling publicly, it would make sense for my nerves to be stretched thinner than usual. Still, something about the vehicle behind me felt deliberate in a way I couldn’t explain logically. The farther I drove from the city center, the emptier the road became. Traffic had nearly disappeared completely now, leaving only