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The voice on the other end remained calm, unaffected by Kane’s outburst. “Alpha Kane, please calm down. This is the Werewolf City Patrol Unit. About an hour ago, we received a report of a strange scent coming from one of your rental dens. Upon inspection, we discovered a female corpse—based on the ID, the deceased is your former mate, Luna Kate. She’s been dead for three days. Neighbors reported she had been living there with a six-year-old pup, who is currently missing. If you know anything about the pup’s whereabouts, please contact us immediately. We also ask that you come in as soon as possible to give a formal statement.”

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

Aunt Baby and Chloe left for Singapore just the other day. It’s only been fifteen minutes since Summer told me she was at Poppy’s mansion, but those fifteen minutes feel like fifteen years. Why hasn’t she sent any updates yet? Should I just go and check on them? “Sir Faith?” I looked up as Colleen entered my office. “Here are the documents you requested from the marketing team.” She handed me the papers clipped to a black clipboard. “Thank you, Colleen.”

Liam corrected before ending the call. Anna stared at her phone for a few seconds, then smiled softly. She opened the box—it was her favorite meal. Around her, the staff continued whispering in admiration of Liam. Anna sat down in the staff room, eating slowly. For the first time that morning, she wasn’t rushing. Far above, in the security control room, an officer was pulling up archived CCTV footage—under Kenzo’s direct orders. “Sir, I’ve sent you the CCTV footage,” Kenzo said over the phone to Liam. “As for the number that sent the photo, it was Miss Agnes. We’ve also apprehended the man who photographed Mrs. Anna,” he reported.

"Mia, do you have to talk like that? I've explained it to you so many times. I only think of Hazel as a little sister. There's nothing going on between us." I didn't say anything. I just pulled out my phone and showed him Hazel's post. In the photos, inside the exact private room we had booked, Grayson's family and Hazel's family were sitting together, perfectly harmonious. In one picture, Grayson was lowering his head to peel shrimp for her. In another, Hazel was reaching down to touch his face. The two of them were so close they looked like they were about to press together. The caption read: [Meeting the parents! The guy who's sponsored me all these years is about to become my husband.]

Somehow, they found out where I was left and gathered around me, taking my pictures without a care in the world. Unlike the old me, I did not scream or tell everyone to get lost. I didn't try to save the scraps of my dignity. It was gone. The loan sharks eroded it a long time ago. The moment they made me go on my knees and slap myself, I stopped caring about things like dignity or appearances. The proud, haughty, troublemaking Yvonne Marlin was dead. Her killers? The Marlins and Lawrence Seinfield. They destroyed what pride I had.

Truly, it was an incredibly generous gift. As William and Sheila glanced at each other, Dad struck me as almost laughable, like a bad joke. At that moment, Dad's phone rang. It was the housekeeper, Mary Lane. "Mr. Wade, Ms. Wade hasn't come home for several days. Should we…" "If she wants to come back, fine. If she dies out there, even better," Dad snapped, absentmindedly rubbing the bone sculpture. "If she calls, tell her this. Unless she kneels down and apologizes to Sheila, she can forget about stepping into this house again."

"James doesn't have any family, so he's always wanted to take a family photo." As I listened to her, my heart remained completely still. I had long since given up hope after all these years of suffering. From the bottom drawer, I took out the divorce settlement agreement I had prepared long ago. I had put it back again and again because I could not bring myself to let go of Daisy and Caleb. But now, there was nothing left to hold on to. "Daisy, let's get a divorce."

HAYDEN Coleen’s apartment always smelled faintly like vanilla and fresh laundry. It was nothing fancy, just the small space she shared with Mark, but for me, it was starting to feel like a safe place. A place where the noise of hockey, expectations, and scouts couldn’t reach me. In fact, I could be beside a dumpster and still feel the same as long as I was with Coleen. She was curled up on the couch when I came in, a blanket draped over her legs, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. A textbook sat open on the coffee table, though the way she was staring at it, I doubted she was actually reading.

And I thought about how confusion and innocence were not, in fact, the same thing. “Evelyn,” Dana said quietly. “There’s more. Catherine Holloway has a copy of the contract. She’s releasing it publicly at midnight tonight.” I looked at my phone. 11:47pm. Thirteen minutes.