TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 342

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CHAPTER 270: WHAT ARE HER FAVOURITE FLOWERS?

EMBER’S POV

The janitor at the far end of the cafeteria has stopped mopping and is staring.

“Nathaniel, get up.”

“Not until you tell me if there’s a chance. If there’s anything I can do. If Queenie has said anything to y about what she needs from me that I can still give.”

I stare down at him on the dirty linoleum.

Queenie’s words from the car hit me suddenly.

Looking at him now, her jealousy toward Knox makes terrifying sense. It was never romantic. It is so П

worse.

She has to sit back and watch her husband pour every ounce of his energy, his sharpest focus, and his

absolute devotion into another person day after day.

He gives Knox everything. Queenie just gets the scraps.

“Get up,” I say. Gently but firmly. “Off the floor, Nathaniel. This isn’t a briefing room and I’m not Knox and you don’t need to be on your knees for this conversation.”

He gets up and sits back in the chair. His eyes are wet and he doesn’t wipe them and the vulnerability o that – Nathaniel allowing someone to see him cry is so foreign that it feels like watching a building

discover it has a basement.

“Queenie doesn’t need you to solve her,” I say. “She’s not a problem. She’s not a crisis to be managed or variable to be optimised. She is a woman who has been married to a man for years and has watched the man pour the absolute best of himself into someone else’s life while she gets the scraps.”

“I don’t give her scraps-”

“You give her what’s left of you after Knox gets the test. And what’s left isn’t enough. It hasn’t been enougi for a long time, and she’s been telling you that in every way except the direct one because she loves you and she didn’t want to be the wife who gives her husband an ultimatum.” I hold his gaze. She needs to be the first thing you think about in the norning Not Knox Not the pack Not the gene. Her She needs to know that if Knox called at three in the morning with a crisis and Queenie called at three in the morning with a crisis, you’d go to HER And if you can’t honestly say that’s true, if Knox will always be the first call you answer, then the kindest thing you can do for Queenie is let her go”

“No.”

The word comes out of him like it’s been torn from somewhere physical, somewhere behind his ribs, and the force of it surprises both of us

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can’t do that, Ember. I won’t. I refuse to accepta version of my life where Queenie is not in it.” His voic is shaking and Nathaniel’s voice does not shake, has never shaken in any conversation I’ve witnessed. “I know I’ve done a horrific job of showing that. I know I’ve been a disaster of a husband and a worse hum being and I know the list of things I’ve done wrong is long enough to wallpaper this entire cafeteria. But can’t just LET HER GO. She’s not a strategy I can abandon when the numbers stop working. She’s my WIF

He drags both hands down his face and when they come away, his eyes are red and wet and desperate.

“What do I do? Tell me what to do. Flowers? Do I send flowers? I’ll buy every florist in-”

“Do you even know her favourite flowers, Nathaniel?”

He opens his mouth, but no words come out, then he tries again:

“Lilies?”

“She’s allergic to lilies. She breaks out in hives. She told me this herself, which means she’s told you at some point in the last however many years you’ve been married, and you either forgot or never registere it in the first place.” I stare at him, unimpressed.

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