Chapter 107
Clair
I turned to the head maid, who stared at the floor, her heart pounding so loud I could hear it, just
like Miranda’s.
“That’s practically the entire time we’ve been together,” I said, my voice shaking with disbelief. “But
tell me, why? Why did you do it?”
She couldn’t answer. No wonder our marriage had felt so lifeless. She’d been pretending, pretending to love me until the moment we married, and then everything changed. For years, I thought it was my fault. I thought I wasn’t trying hard enough, that maybe I was still trapped by my
past mistakes. But I was wrong.
“Why?! Answer me, damn it!” I roared, and she flinched, her tears falling, empty, unremorseful.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” I snapped, my anger sharp enough to cut. “That you were sleeping with the head maid’s son?” I didn’t even recognize the woman in front of me anymore. “If you don’t start talking, I
swear I’ll have that boy killed.”
The horror in her eyes said everything I needed to know.
She shook her head frantically. “No, please don’t… please, Alex,” she begged.
Then the words left her mouth like poison. “Richard is my true mate.”
For a moment, I couldn’t move. My heart froze, my body weak. I stumbled a step back, staring at
her.
“He is?” I asked, barely able to breathe. She looked up at me with tears streaming down her face,
her lips trembling in guilt.
“For four years,” I said quietly, disbelief coating every word. “For four years you knew he was your
mate?” My voice broke as I met her eyes. “So why did you marry me then? Was it to wear the title of the Beta’s wife? To live your lives off my money?”
A bitter laugh tore out of me, hollow and broken. I should’ve known. I’ve never won in life. Not
once.
My voice cracked as I pointed to myself. “Is that why you never got pregnant for me?” Pointing to her now “Because you were too busy making love to your true mate?” My chest heaved, the pain raw in my throat. “Did you ever think of me? Even once?”
I took a shaky breath, my vision spinning. “I rejected the one person who could have truly stood by
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my side, for you, Miranda. And you did this to me?”
I couldn’t take it anymore. My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe, I couldn’t take it anymore,
seeing her, so I stumbled out of the house, each step heavier than the last.
Clain
By the time I reached my car, I collapsed against the steering wheel, gasping, trying to steady my breath. My whole body shook. I’d become nothing but a wreck, broken, betrayed, and hollow.
I breathed in, once, twice and before I knew it, the tears had started to fall. Hot and heavy. All these
years, I’d been blind.
Why me?
The question kept echoing in my head, but no answer came.
My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. I didn’t even know who I was calling until the line
connected-Dad.
He picked up almost immediately. “You better be calling to tell me your wife is pregnant,” he started, half laughing. But then his tone shifted, sharp and worried. “Alex? Is everything alright?”
I shook my head hard even though he couldn’t see me. My breath hitched, a broken sound
escaping my lips.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” his voice came again, urgent now.
“I just found out Miranda’s been cheating on me, Dad.” My voice cracked, the words almost
choking me on their way out.
Silence. A long, heavy silence on the other end.
“For… four years,” I added quietly, the truth sinking in all over again. I could almost feel the disbelief
through the phone.
Finally, he spoke, his voice firm but low. “Where are you?”
“In my compound,” I whispered. “Sitting in my car.”
“Stay there, son. Don’t drive. I’ll send someone to come pick you up right away,” he said before the
line went dead.
I leaned back in my seat, staring at nothing. A weak laugh escaped me, broken, bitter. The kind that hurts to make. The tears kept coming, and I didn’t bother wiping them away.
All the guilt I’d been feeling for cheating just three days ago now felt like nothing. Meaningless. I hated my life.
I hated Miranda.
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And most of all… I hated myself.
Maurice
Claint
Lord help me if I don’t march into her room tonight. I’ve been patient enough, waiting for her to
come around, to accept me, because I understand what she’s feeling, but my patience is wearing thin. Every day it gets harder to stay away from her, to act like I don’t feel the pull every time she’s
near.
I never planned, not even for a second, to reject her. No. She’s everything I could ever want, from the way she talks to the way she looks at me when she forgets herself. She’s my type to the very
bone, and it drives me insane that she doesn’t see it.
But lately, things have changed a bit. I don’t listen to her thoughts anymore; I listen to her heartbeat instead. That soft, quick rhythm that betrays her no matter how much she tries to hide it. It beats faster when I’m close, and that’s all the confirmation I need. She can lie to herself all she wants, her
body knows the truth.
Still, that stubborn girl keeps fighting it, pretending not to care, acting like my presence doesn’t get under her skin. I admire her strength, but it’s draining me. I want to hold her close, to squeeze the living hell out of her, to make her stop pretending. I want to do things I can’t even put into words, things I’ve never wanted with anyone else.
And now, there she is, walking around like she owns the air I breathe. My eyes follow her every move, the sway of her hips, the way her hair catches the light. Now that I know she’s not trying to run anymore, I’ve given her a bit of freedom, and it seems she’s taken a liking to wandering.
Just then, she stops, and I smile. She must have sensed me watching. When she finally turns and spots me, her cheeks flush that beautiful shade of pink I can never get enough of. She quickly looks away and starts walking faster, like that will help. I couldn’t help it, a deep laugh rumbles
from my chest.
How cute.
If only she knew what she does to me.
Meritsky
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