Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 99

“Tatum I–”

Tatum shakes his head.

“I don’t care why you do it, I really do not want to know.”

He cares, he cares all too much, he cares and it hurts beyonds words to see the only woman he has ever loved, his wife, his Luna, sneak out behind him and remain in touch with the one man he has repeatedly told her he doesn’t want her to have anything with.

She even forced him to go and save that man’s life.

A searing pain burns Tatum’s heart and he smiles bitterly at Leila but he doesn’t say anything and they both just stare at each other.

Eyes holding mixed and powerful emotions.

Ironically, the other man in his marriage happens to be his wife’s fated mate and he is out there, right now, brewing the cure for her, so he can have legal grounds to take Leila away from him and there is nothing that he can do but fold his hand and watch.

The pain he feels is nothing an entire library of encyclopaedias can explain, all the words in all the languages of the world can barely scratch the scratch of the surface, if his pain is to be transcribed into words but this is his cross to bear.

He decided a long time ago when he first set out to get the cure for Leila that he will put her happiness and wholeness above his own selfish interests.

As much as it hurts him, he will not keep her from her fated mate.

If that is what will truly make her happy, then he will cheer for her when she leaves even though he will be crying in his heart.

He only wishes that the little time they may still have together is spent in peace and warmth, perhaps a little love, not this bitterness and strife.

“Leila, listen to me,” Tatum finally breaks the deafening silence between them. “As long as you want to remain Luna, you will always be. I told you, I am never letting you go but since you can neither trust me nor my words, I hope you can trust this.”

Tatum bares his canine, holds his wrist to his mouth and rips it open, thick crimson liquid with a metallic smell slowly drips down the side of his arms and he closes the distance between them. He places his wounded wrist on her forehead and smears his blood all over it before he plants a kiss on it.

Leila stays completely still, a sharp contrast to her frantically racing heart. She stares at Tatum with mixed emotions in her eyes as he grabs her wrist and bites it open, then smears her blood on his own forehead.

Her heart pounds even harder.