Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 I Am Not Going Anywhere

SOPHIA’S POV

I should have left. I Should have walked out of Stone Villa the moment I realized what was happening but something kept me rooted to my hiding spot.

Damien was still in the guest room with Tiffany, and I heard him say something that made her laugh.

"You don’t need to thank me for every little thing," Damien said. "You’re too polite sometimes."

"I can’t help it," Tiffany replied. "You’ve done so much for us. I just want you to know I appreciate it."

"I know you do." There was a pause, and then I heard movement. "Come here."

My wolf whimpered as I watched Damien pull Tiffany into his arms. It wasn’t sexual. It was just a gentle embrace. His chin rested on top of her head then her arms wrapped around his waist.

It was the kind of intimacy I’d never had with him.

Tiffany pulled back slightly, looking up at Damien with a soft smile. "You’re too good to me."

"Impossible," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I could never be good enough for you."

The tenderness in his voice made something crack inside my chest. He’d never spoken to me like that. He’d never looked at me with that kind of adoration.

I’d been his wife for years, bore his child, nearly died in the process yet he’d never once looked at me the way he was looking at her right now.

From the kitchen, I heard Ashley’s voice. "Tasha’s soup is so good! Can we have it every day?"

I remembered the countless hours I’d spent learning to cook Ashley’s favorite meals, the recipe books I’d studied, the cooking classes I’d taken, all to make sure my daughter had nutritious, delicious food.

And she’d never once praised my cooking the way she was praising Tiffany’s mother’s.

In fact, I remembered Ashley complaining about my family’s cooking when I’d taken her to Sky Manor. She’d called it "weird" and said she preferred "normal food." But here she was, raving about Tasha’s soup like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever tasted.

My mind flashed to all the times I’d tried to introduce Ashley to my family, how she’d refused to call my parents "Grandma" and "Grandpa," insisted on calling them by their first names when she acknowledged them at all, how she’d criticized Klara’s appearance

But Tasha? Tasha she loved. Tasha she wanted to spend time with. Tasha whose cooking she praised.

Because Tasha was Tiffany’s mother and anything connected to Tiffany was automatically good in Ashley’s eyes.

While anything connected to me was automatically bad.

The realization hit me hard. My own daughter had been systematically trained - intentionally or not - to reject me and everything associated with me while embracing Tiffany and her family.

And Damien had allowed it. He had encouraged it. He had brought Tiffany’s mother into our home, let her cook for our daughter, let Ashley bond with her while keeping my family at arm’s length.

Damien had never visited my parents, not once in all our years of marriage. He’d never acknowledged them at pack functions, never invited them to Stone Villa for holidays, never treated them as family.

But Tiffany’s mother? She got to live here, got to be called family.

Another thought hit me, making my stomach turn. Damien’s call this afternoon, asking me to pick up Ashley and bring her to George’s house. He’d said George wanted to see her, that it was important.

But it wasn’t really about George at all, was it?

It was about getting me out of the way.

Getting Ashley away from the villa so Damien could have time alone with Tiffany and her mother. So they could play house together without me interfering.

He’d used his grandfather as an excuse to manipulate me into removing myself and Ashley from the picture.

And I’d fallen for it completely.

The betrayal cut deeper than anything else. Not just the affair, not just the replacement but the calculated manipulation.

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