His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30
His face crumpled a little, but I didn’t care.
He needed to leave, to stop standing in my
yard like some wounded puppy.
“If you don’t leave,” I warned, my voice
rising, “I’ll call the police again.”
Nathan winced at that, but still didn’t
move. He just stood there, blood still
trickling from the cuts on his arms, his
clothes torn from the earlier fight with the
rogue wolves. Stubborn fool. The man had
always been stubborn, but now it wasn’t
something I admired—it just made me
tired.
I turned on my heel and shut the door,
leaving him outside. I pressed my back
against the door for a moment, listening to the silence. No footsteps. No engine
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revving as he left. He really wasn’t going
anywhere.
Let him stand out there, I thought bitterly.
He made his choices; he can deal with the
consequences.
But as the night dragged on, I couldn’t help
but check the window. I saw him out
there, leaning against the side of the house, still clutching his bleeding arm. The
moonlight bathed his face, highlighting
how pale he looked. He wasn’t even trying
to bandage the cuts.
I felt a strange mixture of anger and pity
swirl inside me. The anger won out. He
didn’t deserve my sympathy. Not after
everything.
Hours passed. It was late, maybe past
midnight, and the yard was silent. When I finally glanced outside again, Nathan was slumped on the ground, motionless.
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For a split second, panic shot through me. Had he passed out? I bit my lip, torn between letting him suffer and helping him. But I wasn’t a monster. Not like him.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed a familiar number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered.
“Yeah?”
“Get over here and take him away,” I said, my voice sharp. “He’s in my yard, passed out. Bleeding. I don’t care what you do, just get him off my property.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“Nathan?”
“Yes, Nathan,” I snapped. “Who else would
I be talking about?”
“I’ll be there in ten,” he replied, and I hung up without another word.
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I watched as Nathan’s beta arrived,
dragging Nathan’s unconscious body out
of the yard and into the car. I didn’t feel
any better watching him go. I just felt….. tired. Exhausted by the whole mess.
Once they were gone, I slumped onto the couch, running a hand through my hair. Nathan wouldn’t stop coming back. It didn’t matter how many times I threw him out-he’d keep finding ways to worm back into my life. But I was done. Really done
this time.
The next morning, I gathered all the materials I’d collected over the past few months-emails, text messages, witness statements-and handed them to my lawyer. It was time to take Sienna down.
The lawsuit was a slow, grueling process, but I was ready. I wasn’t going to let her win this time. She’d ruined too much, hurt too many people. She had to pay.
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And eventually, she did. The court ruled in my favor. Sienna was fined a hefty amount, but more than the money, she had to record a public apology. That must’ve been the real punishment for her, knowing she’d have to face the world and
admit her wrongs.
I watched the video the day it was posted
online. Sienna’s face, once flawless and ‘full of arrogance, was marred by scars.
Her precious face. The one thing she valued above all else had been destroyed
in that fight. Her once-perfect skin had
been etched with the marks of our
struggle, and I felt a sense of satisfaction at the sight. The modeling agency dropped
her not long after, and word spread quickly about her fall from grace.
It was poetic ju’t’ce, in a way. Watching
her crumble felt like a victory, but it
wasn’t the end. Nathan was still out there,
and he was sick. Really sick, from what I’d
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heard. I often thought about him, how he
had stood up for me, how he had fought
against the rogue wolves and the odds
stacked against him. Despite the chaos he
had caused in my life, he didn’t deserve
the fate that had befallen him.
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I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at
the papers spread out in front of me. The
‘ legal documents detailing Sienna’s
punishment felt like a weight lifted off my
shoulders, but there was still a heaviness
in my heart. I was finally free of her dirty
games, yet a sense of unease lingered. The
kitchen was quiet, the kind of silence that
made you feel more alone than ever. It
was then that Issca showed up at my door.
He had always been the one to check in on
me, even when I didn’t ask for it. With his
kind eyes and gentle demeanor, he had a
way of making me feel like I wasn’t alone
in this world filled with chaos.
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“Doris,” he said gently, stepping inside “Can I help you in something?
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