99 Letters and Still Cheated
When I finally called him out, he pulled me close and whispered:
"Babe, you're the only one I love. She's just a thrill—something to shake up the routine. Once I'm done, I'll come back. You're my Luna, my forever. So be generous, yeah?"
It wrecked me. My wolf howled. No air. No thoughts. Just pain.
I wanted to walk away. But I couldn't unlove him—not after everything we were.
So I dug out the ninety-nine love letters he wrote me—and made a choice.
I'd forgive him. Ninety-nine times.
Every time he crushed me, I'd burn one.
And when I torched the last?
I'd be gone.
Tonight, I lit number ninety-seven.
Watched his words burn, thinking, 'Only two left, Brian.'
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