I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 125

**TITLE: I Left Before He Learned My Worth**

**Chapter 125**

**ARIA**

“Good,” Nina remarked, a hint of a smile breaking through her usually serious demeanor. “Now, let’s delve into what I envision for your first official contribution…”

The next hour unfolded like a tapestry of possibilities as we explored various roles I could potentially embrace. Nina was pragmatic, making it clear that I needed to start from the ground up, to prove my capabilities in smaller, manageable tasks before I could ascend to more significant responsibilities. Yet, within her guidance, I could see glimmers of opportunity: coordinating with the kitchens to streamline supply management, assisting in organizing the pack’s intricate record-keeping systems, and even lending a hand with some administrative aspects of security.

As I stepped out of Nina’s office, a feeling surged within me that had been absent for far too long: a sense of purpose. Clarity. A tangible plan to move forward, rather than simply wallowing in the shadows of hurt and resentment that had clouded my mind for days.

On my way back to my chambers, I was abruptly halted by the sound of voices wafting from one of the smaller meeting rooms. The door was slightly ajar, and I instantly recognized the speakers—Kael and Ivory.

I should have kept walking, should have respected their privacy, should have learned better than to eavesdrop on conversations that were clearly not meant for my ears.

Yet, an inexplicable force tugged at me, compelling me to pause, to listen to the intimate exchange between them. What secrets did they share when they believed no one was watching?

“Thank you for believing in me,” Ivory’s voice floated through the crack, soft yet resolute. “For trusting my word about the evidence. For approving the execution plan, even though it placed you in an impossible position.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Kael replied, his tone infused with warmth, the kind that always seemed to envelop Ivory. “I’ve always had faith in you. I’ve always trusted your judgment.”

“I know,” Ivory responded, her voice tinged with an undercurrent of regret. “But I also understand what it cost you. The strain it put on your bond with Aria. The impossible choice you had to make—between your mate and your history with me. I’m truly sorry for that. I can comprehend if you harbor resentment toward me for it.”

“I don’t hate you,” Kael interjected without hesitation, and through the narrow opening, I caught sight of him reaching out to touch her shoulder. The casual intimacy of that gesture sent a pang of something sharp and painful through my chest. “Your apology isn’t necessary. You did what was essential to catch the real attacker. You proved Aria’s innocence. I can’t fault you for that.”

“But you’re angry,” Ivory observed, her perceptiveness cutting through the tension. “I can see it etched on your face. I can hear it in your voice. So if you don’t hate me, what is it that makes you so angry?”

Kael fell silent for a moment, the weight of his frustration palpable in the air. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.

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