Forgotten Wife Let the traitors kneel Down (by Patricia Maradiaga) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Caleb’s Request

Chapter 311: Caleb’s Request

(Author’s POV)

+25 Points

The water in the creek was biting cold. It rushed over smooth stones, carrying the chill of the

mountains.

Ethan Stone knelt on the muddy bank. He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it onto his face. The shock of the cold stung his skin, but it helped clear the fog in his mind.

Dirt and grime from the road swirled away in the current. He wiped his jaw with a damp sleeve, his

expensive suit now ruined beyond repair.

A short distance away, standing at the edge of a herb field, two figures watched him.

Rowan Calder leaned on his walking stick, his eyes narrowed. Beside him stood Dr. Iris Morris, holding a basket of freshly harvested medicinal plants.

“He looks terrible,” Iris murmured. She adjusted her glasses, watching the once–proud Alpha heir scrub at his face. “It seems he is genuinely trying to repent: Perhaps he seeks forgiveness.”

Rowan let out a sharp, derisive snort. He shook his head slowly.

“It is too late for that,” Rowan said, his voice dry. “It is like closing the barn door after the horse has

bolted. What is the point?”

Iris glanced at him. “You don’t think Amelia will care?”

“Amelia’s heart is dead to them,” Rowan stated flatly. “Whatever they do now is just for their own

peace of mind. It means nothing to her.”

He watched Ethan stand up, water dripping from his chin.

“He is not leaving,” Rowan observed. “He is waiting for the twenty–first. He wants an invitation to her birthday banquet.”

Iris sighed, shifting her basket. “Let’s go. We have work to do. No point wasting time on him.”

They turned their backs on Ethan and walked back into the deeper woods to continue their

research.

Ethan sensed their gaze, and he felt their departure. He knew he was unwelcome here in Meadow Brook. The pack members looked at him with suspicion and disdain.

But he did not leave.

1/5

< Chapter 311: Caleb’s Request

His phone vibrated in his pocket. It had been buzzing incessantly since Livia stormed off.

+25 Points

He pulled it out and saw his mother’s name flashing on the screen. His expression darkened. He could imagine her shrill voice, her demands, her emotional blackmail.

He didn’t have the energy for it. Not anymore.

With a decisive click, he powered off the device and shoved it back into his pocket.

Ethan looked around the pack grounds. The recent storm had left debris scattered everywhere. A

nearby fence was leaning precariously.

He rolled up his sodden sleeves.

Without asking for permission, he walked over to a pile of fallen timber. He grabbed a heavy log

and began to haul it towards the woodpile.

“Hey! Put that down!” a young wolf shouted from a nearby porch.

Ethan ignored the hostility. He found an axe resting against a stump. He set the log down and

swung the axe.

*Crack.*

The wood split cleanly.

He continued to work. He repaired the broken fence line along the patrol route. He cleared the path of sharp branches.

Some pack members jeered at him as they passed. A group of pups threw mud at his back, giggling as it splattered against his shirt.

Ethan didn’t flinch. He didn’t get angry. He simply wiped the mud away and kept chopping wood.

He told himself that every swing of the axe was a step towards atonement. If he could just make himself useful, perhaps they would tolerate his presence.

He just wanted a chance. A chance to see her on her birthday.

***

Meanwhile, in the bustling heart of Northgate City.

The office of the Vice President at Gale Media was lavishly decorated, smelling of expensive leather and cologne.

Caleb Stone stood in front of the large mahogany desk. He held out a silver USB drive.

“These are the demos for the three new tracks,” Caleb said, his voice tight. “I spent the last week

2/5

<Chapter 311 Caleb’s Request

perfecting the arrangements.”

+25 Points

Hugh York, the illegitimate son of Alpha Arthur, sat sprawled in his chair. He didn’t even look at

Caleb.

“Give it here,” Hugh grunted.

Caleb placed the drive in Hugh’s outstretched hand.

Hugh barely glanced at it before tossing it carelessly across the room. It clattered onto the desk of Zachary Grant, who was sitting in the corner.

“Check it later,” Hugh’dismissed.

Caleb felt a flush of heat rise up his neck. He was a top–tier artist, a former idol. To have his hard

work treated like trash was humiliating.

“Those songs need careful production,” Caleb said, trying to keep his temper in check.

Hugh laughed, a harsh, barking sound. “I don’t care about the art, Caleb. I care about the timeline.”

He stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the city skyline.

“I heard your sister, the famous ‘Lily‘, is releasing her new song on the twenty–first,” Hugh said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “That is her twenty–first birthday, isn’t it?”

Caleb stiffened. “Yes.”

“Good,” Hugh decided. “We release your album on the same day.”

Zachary looked up from his computer, his eyes widening. “Mr. York, that is in two weeks. A full album production takes months.”

“I want to steal her thunder,” Hugh snapped, turning to face them. “I want her buried under our marketing. You have half a month.”

“But-” Zachary started.

“No buts!” Hugh roared, his Alpha aura flaring aggressively. “Make everyone work overtime. All night if you have to. Just get it done.”

He grabbed his jacket off the coat rack. “I’m going to the club. Don’t disappoint me.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Silence filled the room.

Zachary slumped in his chair, rubbing his thinning hair. “This is impossible. He treats us like

machines.”

3/5

<Chapter 311 Caleb’s Request

Caleb stood still, staring at the closed door. His expression was cold, his green eyes hard.

“Stop complaining,” Caleb said quietly.

“But Caleb, the quality will suffer,” Zachary whined.

+25 Points

“We chose this,” Caleb reminded him, his voice devoid of emotion. “We chose profit over loyalty.

We betrayed our past to come here. Now we have to eat the consequences.”

He walked over to the sound booth.

“Set up the mic,” Caleb ordered. “I am recording all night.”

***

It was well past 3:00 AM when Caleb finally stepped out of the recording studio.

His throat was raw, and his body ached with exhaustion. He pulled out his phone to check the

time.

2

A notification from Livia sat on his lock screen.

*Your brother is heartless. He abandoned me here.*

Caleb stared at the words. He felt nothing. No worry, no anger. Just a deep, overwhelming fatigue.

He swiped the notification away without replying.

Like Ethan, he had no energy left for her drama. He was too busy trying to salvage what was left of

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify