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Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

I burst into tears, as I tried not to make much sound so as not to distract the driver. I couldn’t believe it would come to this point. Was he really going to pull the trigger? What I had portrayed out there was the hurt me. I couldn’t just look at him again after I gained back my memories. The look in his eyes resembles that of a man who seems to want a second chance. I could see regrets in his eyes. Maybe myself of years ago would have listened to him earlier. But now, I don’t give two fucks about anyone or anything. Not even love.

She said that the two of us weren't at the same level and my days would be very hard. I smiled back then and said that I was just a fake daughter of an affluent family, so I was still the same as James in terms of status level. We were both from a poor family background. I felt that I didn't care if I had a difficult life. I was willing to accept everything because I fell in love with James. Rory shook her head back then and said that I was going to regret my decision. She was right. I was now regretting my decision. I had been wondering recently, would I live for a couple more years if I hadn't married James?

Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone. Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.” I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone. I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

She had to know how sorry I was. My regret will live with me for the rest of my life. I loved her even though she had accepted my rejection. I suppose I let myself believe there was a slight chance of a reconciliation. I was wrong. I will not lie; it does hurt me a lot. My wolf is so mad at me for not treating her better, for pushing her away and forcing her into the arms of another male. How had I ever allowed myself to believe that Mora was Luna material, that she would be a much better choice than Isla?

“We had drinks. Talked. Laughed. It was just like old times.” Leslie felt something cold settle in her chest. “I don’t care.” “Don’t you?” Victoria tilted her head. “Because he seemed pretty relieved that you were gone. Said it was easier to enjoy himself without having to babysit his embarrassing wife.” The words hit Leslie like a slap. “He didn’t say that,” Leslie said, but her voice was weak. “Didn’t he?” Victoria pulled out her phone and scrolled through something. “I mean, I don’t have it recorded or anything. But I distinctly remember him saying you were a mistake. That marrying you was the biggest regret of his life.”

“You walk away. You keep your toy voice-box quiet. You pretend tonight never happened. And I pretend you’re still a person worth remembering. Because if you breathe one syllable to Vuk, to the court, to anyone about that night, about the information I milked out of you while you came apart under me—I will open you from navel to sternum and make sure the last thing your eyes see is my knife twisting. Slowly.” I released him. Stepped back. He rubbed the bruised wrist, eyes blazing liquid hate, but he didn’t lunge. Didn’t speak. Just stared—promising a future debt collection without needing a single word translated. I turned. Walked into the snow. Behind me the vocoder buzzed once more, almost

Done playing. “To apologize. For real this time. Not the half-assed sorry I threw at you before. Not some political performance. I mean actually owning what I did. I destroyed you. Destroyed us. Destroy whatever chance we had at anything good.” I wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t ready for real regret. “Why now? After all of it?” “Because I watched you today. Watch you step into the Alpha you were always supposed to be. And it hit me—what I lost. What I threw away when I picked Lila. When I turned on you.”

“I was being an idiot back then. I believed she was all we thought she was until I discovered her cold side, and the fact that she killed Andrew terrifies me even more, guy." "Don't worry; that is what you would have gotten if you struggled for her affection, but may Andrew's spirit rest in peace." "You are forgetting that she was seeking your heart therefore, the chances of her accepting me were small, while the chances of her preferring you were high, so we both know who was more likely to be slain, right?" George smiled when I requested him to end the joke, and then we both laughed. “Daddy I'm back," Miguel said, walking in with some cookies in a tray.