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**ISABELLA**Craving the freedom I had fought so hard for and I came this far for, I now found myself returning to every place where Maximilian and I had created memories together. I could not take that last bus. I thought I had broken all the chains, but I was wrong. The mall, the campus parking lot, the ice cream parlor, the sushi restaurant, and even the small curry rice stall where he had tried roadside food for the first time with me.I sat in the same chair as before, watching the ghost of him finish his first bowl and reach for a second. A small, bittersweet smile touched my lips. He had loved it so much. But then the image slowly faded, just like all the others.I blinked down at the untouched curry rice in front of me. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it, let alone touch it. It carried the heavy weight of loss, not just of my heart, but of my soul. That was when my eyes fell on an elderly woman on the side of the street. Her limbs trembled, her back bent with age, and her cloth

**ISABELLA**The rain finally stopped. The blood-red clouds slowly retreated, and no one had died. My heart pounded wildly in my chest at the impossible scene unfolding before me, something that had never happened before.  My life did not turn upside down, nothing was lost and no one died. “Max,” I whispered, immediately throwing my arms around him the moment we got to our feet. He was alive. He was safe. That was all that mattered in that moment. That was all I could think of at that moment. He wrapped me in his warm embrace without hesitation, pulling my cold trembling body tightly against his. “Everything is fine,” he sighed into my damp hair, pressing a soft ki

**ISABELLA**Our first night wasn’t just heat and sex. Entangled in the sheets, we talked about so many things, especially about our Lunar Silver Pack, which he had never abandoned or planned to get rid of. He had been quietly giving instructions to his Beta, who had been handling everything in his absence. The night was playful, filled with him giving me side-eye for the idea of making Nathan my fake boyfriend, while I interrogated him about the woman’s perfume I had caught on him earlier. He laughed, revealing that it was from an old she-wolf who had hugged him goodbye.“Aren’t you a little jealous bunny?” he teased, playfully biting my blushing cheek.I pushed him away with a laugh. “Your friends must know about your act of pretending memory loss, right?”He nodded without hesitation. “We know each other so well that no pretending is needed.”I sighed. “The girls don’t know anything about it. They also don’t know that I’m back or that we’re married. They were so worried about me. I

**ISABELLA** The girls were surprised and happy at the same time when I returned. My wedding ring had them teasing me endlessly, our giggling drawing the attention of other people in the restaurant until we decided to be a little wilder later. I told them everything that had happened, bit by bit, from the red sky and the rain to how we had dodged death on the day of our wedding.“Is it not clear that someone caused that accident?” Sabrina narrowed her eyes at the screenshot of Pansy’s message from the private number that Maximilian had shown me. I had sent everything to my phone before leaving the house.“It looks like it,” I could not help but agree.“Do you suspect anyone?” Anastasia inquired.&ldq

**ISABELLA**The revelation left me speechless. He looked at me as if he could still see that aura and scent of a third person in me.“Is that why you abused Amelia and Isabella?” Maximilian inquired, his voice tight with barely restrained fury.Simon read the danger and quickly started speaking.“Amelia never admitted that she cheated on us! And even the DNA test didn’t show anything. I felt so stupid and humiliated. But I knew what I saw and felt, that presence at the time was not something I picked up from my brother. I didn’t just imagine things. But having no proof drove me insane. Moreover, bearing Amelia as my soulmate was an absolutely disgusting feeling for me. But I never rejected her so that I could deliver her karma. I released my anger by abusing her and torturing her until my rage subsided. But whenever Isabella came in front of me, I would lose my mind to an even greater extent. My loss and wounds would become fresh again, bleeding my heart. Moreover, since this bitch’s