Alpha Went Crazy After I Faked My Death
He remained there for hours, according to the caption, seemingly searching the ground for something, occasionally kneeling to touch the earth.
The comments beneath the photo ranged from vicious to sympathetic:
"Heartless Alpha got exactly what he deserved!"
"Too late for regrets now, Blackwood."
"A fool who lost his true love and only realized when she was gone."
I snorted at the last one, finding it absurdly ironic. His "true love" was never me—I had merely been a convenient substitute, a placeholder for the woman he truly wanted but couldn't have.
While he wallowed in his grief and regrets, I was gradually rebuilding my life, creating something wholly my own for the first time.