I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 119

**I Left Before He Learned My Worth**
**Chapter 119**

**ARIA**

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The man writhed helplessly within Kael’s unyielding grip, a futile struggle against a force that had made its decision. Once Kael resolved that someone wasn’t going anywhere, escape was simply not an option.

“He’s a spy,” Ivory declared, rising to her feet with a fierce determination that belied her injuries. She rubbed her throat, where the bruises were already beginning to bloom like dark flowers against her pale skin. “He’s from Sera. Planted right here in Shadowmere. He’s the one who shot me with that poisoned dart. He’s the one who framed you, Luna Aria. And he’s been reporting back to Sera about everything that’s been happening in our pack.”

“You can’t prove any of that,” the man gasped, desperation lacing his voice as he tried to maintain some semblance of defiance.

“Can’t I?” Ivory shot back, her triumphant smile returning with a vengeance. “I knew that the real attacker wouldn’t dare reveal himself unless he believed his mission was complete. Unless he thought Luna Aria was truly going to be executed for his crime. So, I set a trap.”

She gestured toward Margo, who stepped forward, clutching several folded papers in her hands, her expression a mix of urgency and resolve.

“Just an hour ago, when I declared that Luna Aria would face execution tonight, this man wrote letters,” Ivory continued, her voice steady and commanding. “Letters intended for Sera, informing her that the job was done. That he had successfully framed Luna, and she was on the brink of being eliminated. Margo retrieved them.”

With a deliberate motion, Margo unfolded the letters, presenting them to the elders and then to the restless crowd below. I strained to see the contents from my perch on the platform, but the gasps of those close enough to read revealed the gravity of the situation.

“They’re all addressed to Sera,” Margo confirmed, her voice steady, the weight of her words sinking into the crowd. “All written within the last hour. Each one explicitly detailing how the mission was accomplished and how Luna Aria had been successfully framed for attempting to harm Ivory.”

“I knew he would come to witness the execution,” Ivory said, her gaze locking onto mine from the platform. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist seeing his handiwork come to fruition. I knew he’d want to revel in the moment, to watch Luna Aria die for his actions. And I was right.”

The man in Kael’s grip had gone completely still, the realization dawning on him that denial was now a futile endeavor.

“Read the letters,” Elder Morrison commanded, his voice resonating through the tense air. “Out loud, so everyone can hear.”

Margo cleared her throat, her voice steady as she began to read. The contents were damning—detailed accounts of the attack, boasting about how flawlessly Luna Aria had been positioned to take the blame, and promises that Sera would be pleased with how efficiently he had executed her orders.

By the time Margo concluded the third letter, the atmosphere was thick with certainty. This man—this spy who had been living among us—had not only attempted to murder Ivory but had also deliberately framed me for it.

I should have felt a wave of relief wash over me. I should have been overwhelmed with joy at the vindication of my name. But instead, I stood frozen on the platform, a noose still constricting my neck, my legs trembling beneath me, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Luna Aria is innocent,” Ivory proclaimed, her voice ringing out with clarity as she turned to face the gathered pack. “Completely and unequivocally innocent. She tried to save my life that morning in the forest, not take it. And I nearly allowed you to execute her for it.”

Finally, the executioner moved to remove the noose from my neck, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the knot. Someone else was untying my bound hands, but I felt paralyzed, unable to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded.

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