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She looked away from me and cleaned the tears off her cheek as she sniffed in her tears and at that moment I knew in my heart that I had hurt Lucy way beyond repair, Lucy was a kind of woman who would have gotten to any length just to show me how much she loves me but suddenly she is leaving me like I wasn’t the man she was ready to kill any woman for. “You can’t just leave like that Lucy, you are still mine.” I pleaded but she shrugged at my words even before I could finish. “I am not yours and stop making me think I mean so much to you when you would still continue to pick Amelia and now her sister.” She said and looked at me deep in the eyes but no matter how powerful I was …I just couldn

"For the sake of our pack and our love, she can't stay here any longer." He hesitated, torn between the loyalty he felt for his pack member and his love for me. In the end, he made the right choice. "Lucy, you need to leave," he said, his voice firm. "Your actions have caused too much discord in the pack. It's best for everyone." Lucy's eyes were filled with a mixture of hurt and annoyance. She had lost the battle, and she knew it. Without another word, she turned and left the garden, heading toward the pack house to gather her things.

“You’ve proven yourself a hundred times over.” He grinned, looking genuinely happy for the first time in a long while. “Thanks, Lilah. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” Lucy’s departure was harder, but she seemed ready for a fresh start with Andrey. Ivan had been right; the apology from Andrey had meant something to her, and she was willing to give him another chance. “I’ll miss you,” I said, hugging Lucy tightly. “But I think this is for the best.” Lucy nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Yeah, me too. But I’m excited for what’s next.”

“Then what do you suggest?” “That you live,” she said simply. “That you don’t let her steal every hour of your day. That we sit here, in this library, and remember what it felt like last night before the guard interrupted us.” His breath caught, almost imperceptibly. Lucy continued, her voice softer now. “If you keep giving her every piece of you, there’ll be nothing left for me. For us.” The words landed like an arrow. For a long time, Gabriel said nothing. Then, at last, he folded the maps closed.

The ache in his chest burned hotter than any bullet wound he’d ever carried. Finally, he said quietly, “You think that dream means something?” She turned, her eyes glinting through the dim light. “Austin, every time I try to move on from you, something pulls me back. A call. A whisper. A memory. Or a nightmare that feels like a message I don’t want to hear.” He swallowed hard. “And what was the message tonight?” Lucy stared at him, her voice breaking as she answered. “That this thing between us… is going to destroy one of us before it’s over.”

Even after betraying her, Marcus could still declare his love in front of everyone as if nothing had happened—still gentle, still affectionate. Lucy froze when she heard those words. Only then did she seem to understand something. Tears streamed down her face as she forced out a trembling smile. “Ms. Summer… I wish you and Mr. Leedon a lifetime of happiness… growing old together… and having children.” The words **having children** pierced Cecilia’s heart like a blade. She looked toward Lucy. Lucy was crying so hard her entire body shook. Then she turned and ran without looking back. Marcus shouted after her, his voice raw with desperation.

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"Exchange? What is she talking about, Tyler? Where is Leena?" Lucy laughed again, a sound that bordered on a sob. "Plans have changed since Norman is out of the picture. I’m going to hold onto Caleb for a little longer. Consider him my insurance policy. But since you went through all the trouble of tracking me down... I left a little gift for you in the apartment. Something to remember me by." "Lucy—" Tyler started, but the line went dead. The dial tone hummed, a flat, monotonous insult.

Lucy was gone. The bed beside me lay untouched, sheets folded with precision as if she had perfected the exit. Her perfume lingered, faint but insistent, that expensive French scent she had worn even as a teenager, a scent that claimed a space without a trace. She had always been like that, leaving no mess, no demands—only her mark. A folded note sat on the nightstand where she had been. Had to leave early for meetings. Last night was wonderful, just like old times. Let’s do dinner soon. L

“If it weren’t for me, Peter might still be alive. None of you would have had to rebuild your lives across an ocean.” The timer turns red. Three minutes. “I thought the company would recover and I could replace what I took. I was wrong. I destroyed Peter and my own family.” Rosalie presses her palm to the glass. “Dad, it’s over.” “Take care of yourself, Rosie.” “You too.” Richard follows the officer toward the steel door, then looks back. Rosalie is smiling through tears, her palm against the glass. “Four more months,” she mouths. “Mom and I will bring you home.”