The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 344

Third Person's POV

Cassian's hand froze on the door handle.

He looked back at Trista, the last flicker of light in his eyes dying out as his world crumbled.

"Trista," he said, his voice thick. "Whether you believe me or not, I never intended for another she-wolf to set foot in our home."

Trista didn't bother arguing. Technically, she was the one who had brought Samantha into that house.

But by then, Cassian's scent was already tainted.

Even if he hadn't physically crossed the line yet, his soul was dirty, and in her eyes, he had lost every ounce of credibility.

The silence in the car was suffocating.

Cassian rolled down the window, letting the evening breeze carry the scent of gardenias from the yard into the car.

Noticing how pale she looked, he tried to soften the mood. "The gardenias you planted... it looks like they bloomed early this year."

Trista closed her eyes. The heavy floral scent immediately triggered a flood of memories.

Early in their mating, she had put her heart and soul into making this villa a sanctuary.

She'd hand-picked every single mug, every piece of furniture, and decided on every color palette. She'd planted flowers by the gate and trees in the backyard.

She had told Cassian back then, with so much hope, that this was the nest where they'd spend their entire lives. She had cherished it more than anyone.

But in just three short years, everything had changed.

"I'm tired. Let's go back," Trista said, cutting off the memories before they could take root.

Cassian stared at her for a long time before silently starting the car, leaving the scent of the garden behind them.

That afternoon, Cassian locked himself in his study, as if exiling himself.

Trista went to her room and took a nap. They were under the same roof, but their souls were no longer in sync.

At dinner time, Cassian pushed open the bedroom door. He saw Trista packing her bags—sorting through the remnants of their life together.

Seeing the items laid out—the pack clearance papers, the soul-bound mating scrolls, and the thick stack of divorce petitions meant to sever their link—triggered a physical reaction in his wolf.

Cassian clutched his chest, gasping. It was the backlash of the mating bond, a violent reaction to the impending severance. He stumbled back, every step feeling like he was walking on broken glass.

Trista finished packing every item that tied her to this pack.

When she walked out of the room, the study door was still shut, though she could feel Cassian's decaying pine scent leaking through the cracks.

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