TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 88

CHAPTER 58: UNEXPECTED SAVIOR–1

EMBER’S POV

Knox doesn’t try to stop them. He just holds me tighter, presses his lips to my hair, and lets me fall apart in

his arms.

“You’re safe,” he murmurs against my temple. “You’re free. He can never touch you again.”

The words break something open inside me. Something that’s been locked away for so long I forgot it

existed.

Hope.

I’m actually allowed to hope now.

“Ember.”

A quiet voice interrupts my breakdown. I pull back from Knox’s chest, wiping my face with shaking hands, and find Elder Catherine standing a few feet away.

Her expression is gentle but serious, and she’s holding herself with the particular patience of someone

who has important information to share but doesn’t want to intrude on a private moment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she says. “But there are things you should know.”

Knox’s arm stays around my waist, anchoring me.

“What things?”

“First–congratulations. Truly.” Catherine’s eyes meet mine with something that looks almost like maternal warmth. “You showed extraordinary courage today. Not many people could do what you did.”

“Thank you.” My voice comes out rough, scraped raw from crying. “And thank you for calling Dr. Moreau. For giving me a chance when-”

I

“That’s what I need to tell you.” Catherine steps closer, lowering her voice so only Knox and I can hear. “I didn’t find Dr. Moreau. I only called her as a witness once she was already here. Someone else ensured she arrived to testify.”

“Who?”

“Last night, someone discovered that your hospital records had been erased. They traced the deletion and realized what had happened–that evidence was being destroyed to ensure you couldn’t prove your case.” Catherine pauses. “They also discovered that someone had been sent to prevent Dr. Moreau from testifying. Permanently.”

My blood turns to ice.

“Someone tried to kill her?”

CHAPTER 58 ONEXPECTED SAVIOR–1

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“An attack at her home. She would have been murdered if she hadn’t been protected.” Catherine’s eyes flick to the gallery exit, to a spot near the doors where a familiar figure is standing. “Mr. Montenegro used

his resources to secure her safety. He arranged private transport, personal security, everything necessary

to ensure she arrived here alive and able to testify.”

Rafael.

I look across the emptying chamber and find him leaning against a pillar near the exit, watching me with

those dark, unreadable eyes.

He’s dressed impeccably as always–charcoal suit, perfectly styled hair, the kind of effortless elegance

that makes other men look like they’re trying too hard.

Our gazes meet.

And he just looks at me with an expression I can’t fully read–satisfaction, longing, something complicated

that makes my chest tight.

Then he gives me a single nod.

And then he disappears through the doors.

“Without his intervention,” Catherine continues quietly, “Dr. Moreau would be dead. You would be on your

way back to Gale. I wanted you to know who really saved you today.”

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to process the fact that Rafael–the man I rejected, whose

flowers I sent away–used his considerable resources to save my

life.

That he protected a woman he’d never met, arranged her safe transport across the country, all because…

Because why?

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