TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 51

CHAPTER 32: JEALOUSY?-1

KNOX’S POV

The list is divided into categories in her elegant handwriting.

Some items are reasonable: seeing the Northern Lights, visiting her mother’s grave in Switzerland, having one last Christmas with people who matter.

Other items are transparently designed to insert herself back into my life: revisiting the restaurant in Manhattan where we first met, having one last dance at the New Year’s Eve ball, spending a day

reminiscing about what we were.

I see through it immediately. This is strategy disguised as sentiment.

The reasonable requests are the opening gambit, the things she knows I’ll agree to because denying a

dying woman seems monstrous.

And once I’ve agreed to those, the rest becomes easier to request, harder to refuse.

“Northern Lights,” I say. “The grave visit. That’s it.”

Her face crumples in a way that might be genuine.

“Knox. Please. I don’t have much time left. Can’t we just…”

“You left me at the altar for a Vogue cover.” I take a sip of my coffee. “I don’t think we need to revisit that.”

“It wasn’t like that-”

“It was exactly like that.” My voice is flat. Almost bored. “Three hundred guests. A ceremony scheduled for

noon. And my bride vanished the night before because Paris called with an opportunity she couldn’t refuse. Then you ghosted me for three months while I became the Lycan King who got publicly humiliated

by his model fiancée. Every supernatural tabloid ran the story for weeks.”

“I was twenty-five.” Her voice drops to something wounded. “I was stupid and scared and thought I’d have forever to come back to you. I thought you’d wait.”

“I did wait.” I set the cup down. “I called. I texted. I sent people to find you. For three months, I waited like a fool while you did magazine covers and pretended I didn’t exist.”

“And then you found Celeste.” She says the name carefully, like handling something fragile. “I heard about what happened. After. I reached out, but you never responded. I must have called a hundred times.”

“I know.”

“I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to help you through it”

“Aren’t you?” Her eyes search my face. “The timing is obvious. Bringing her here, right in front of me,

making sure I see the two of you together. You want me to see what I lost. You want me to hurt the way I

hurt you.”

The laugh that escapes me is cold. Ruthless. “Rayana. I don’t care enough about you to make you jealous.”

She flinches like I’ve slapped her.

.Perfect.

The thing about Rayana is that she wasn’t wrong about everything. She did fuck with my head when she

left.

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