TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 139

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CHAPTER 92: LAVENDER WIFE–2

“He’s not a failure,” Logan chokes out. “He’s not broken. He’s just-”

“Enough.” Harrison waves a hand dismissively. “Your defense of him is touching, if misguided. But this is a

family matter, Mr. Reeves, and you are not family. You never will be.”

The words hit Logan brutally. He staggers back a step, face crumpling, and for a moment he looks like a

man who’s just watched everything he loves turn to ash.

And then something unexpected happens.

“He’s right.”

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The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and suddenly everyone is looking at me – Harrison with curiosity, Logan with betrayal, Gale with a desperate, pathetic hope that makes my stomach

turn.

“Logan is right,” I clarify, and my voice is steady even though my heart is pounding. “About you making Gale what he is. The violence and the cruelty and the hatred. All of it. You manufactured him, Harrison. You took a child who might have been kind, might have been gentle, might have been capable of love, and you twisted him into a monster because that’s what you understand. That’s all you know how to create.”

Harrison tilts his head, studying me like I’m a puzzle he can’t quite solve.

“And Gale…” I turn to look at my ex–husband, my worst nightmare, still pinned to the table, still bleeding, still crying. He looks pathetic. Small. Nothing like the man who used to make me cower in fear. “I don’t hate you for being gay. I never could. Love is love, and who you choose to give your heart to is none of my

business.”

Gale stares at me, something flickering in his tear–filled eyes.

“What I hate,” I continue, “is that you used me. You made me your lavender wife, your cover story, your convenient excuse. You let me believe that something was wrong with me, that I was broken, that I was unlovable, when the truth was that you were never capable of loving me in the first plage.” My voice cracks, but I push through. “I spent eight years thinking I was the problem. Eight years trying to be prettier, skinnier, better, more appealing, hoping that maybe if I just changed enough you would finally want me the way a husband is supposed to want his wife. And the whole time, you knew. You knew you could never love me. And instead of telling me the truth, instead of setting me free, you kept me trapped in that cage and you punished me for your own self–hatred.”

Gale opens his mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to defend himself, but all that comes out is a broken

sob.

“I wish you had told me,” I say quietly. “From the very beginning, I wish you had just told me. We could have found another way. We could have been allies instead of enemies. But you chose to make me your victim instead, and that that is what I can never, ever forgive.”

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turn away from him because I can’t look at his bleeding, sobbing face anymore without feeling something complicated and uncomfortable twisting in my chest.

“I need air,” I say to no one in particular. “I need-”

I don’t finish the sentence. just push back from the table and walk out of the dining room.

Knox moves to follow, but something in my expression makes him pause. A desperate plea to handle this

on my own. For once.

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