Chapter 4

Evelyn POV

Back at the main residence in the Pack territory.

"Isabella and I have a get-together tonight," Nathaniel said, rolling down the car window as I walked away. "You're pregnant, so that kind of event isn't suitable for you. Get some rest early."

I didn't turn around, just waved my hand and walked into the house.

In the middle of the night, an unknown number called.

"Nathaniel is drunk, come pick him up." It was Isabella's voice.

She hung up immediately, then sent an address: an exclusive private club downtown.

I decided to go.

I also wanted to see what other tricks Isabella had up her sleeve.

I changed my clothes, didn't put on any makeup, and drove there with a bare face.

When I arrived, several servers were gathered outside the private booth, seemingly hesitant about going in.

Through the half-open door, I saw the booth was a blaze of neon lights, filled with loud chatter.

Nathaniel and Isabella sat on a sofa in the center of the crowd, with everyone around them cheering them on.

They were playing a mouth-to-mouth card game, the atmosphere intimate and exhilarating.

Soon, the card reached Isabella and Nathaniel.

The crowd began to whistle and cheer loudly.

Isabella held the card between her lips, looking at Nathaniel with a hazy gaze, slowly leaning in.

Closer, even closer.

The card fluttered to the ground.

Their lips met.

The cheers grew even louder, threatening to lift the roof off the place.

Nathaniel didn't push her away.

Under the influence of alcohol, he even reached out, cupping the back of Isabella's head, deepening the kiss.

His eyes were closed, his expression lost in a wild intoxication I had never witnessed before.

Watching him from outside the door, my heart turned utterly cold.

I was about to leave silently when Isabella suddenly rushed out, as if she had known I was there all along.

"Did you see?" Isabella stood before me, a triumphant smile on her face. "Nathaniel has always loved me. He only married you because your face somewhat resembled mine, and your personality was more docile and easier to control."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper.

"I advise you to get rid of the baby and get out early. Otherwise, when he tires of you, you'll just be thrown out, left with nothing."

I asked, my face devoid of emotion, "Does Nathaniel know that his 'fated mate,' whom he's held in his heart for years, is such a two-faced person?"

With that, I ignored Isabella's stunned and furious expression, walked past her, and entered the private booth.

The booth instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at me, the sudden intruder, with varying expressions.

I walked straight to Nathaniel, oblivious to the stares, and helped up the man who was utterly drunk and unconscious.

His body was heavy, most of his weight pressing against me.

I supported him, turned to leave, and didn't spare anyone another glance.

Back in the car, I dumped Nathaniel into the passenger seat.

He leaned against the seat back, mumbling Isabella's name incoherently.

"Isabella… don't go…"

I gripped the steering wheel, started the car, and looked at the dark road ahead.

"Just a little longer."

Just a little longer, and I'd be free.

When Nathaniel woke up, his head was splitting, with only a vague memory of last night.

He only remembered drinking a lot, and then I seemed to have picked him up.

"I didn't do anything out of line yesterday, did I?" he asked, rubbing his temples, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

I was changing in the walk-in closet and simply shook my head calmly. "No, you just fell asleep after getting drunk."

I finished changing, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" Nathaniel grabbed my hand.

My coldness seemed to irritate him.

"To see Jonathan."

Nathaniel's face immediately darkened.

"Stay away from him," he warned. "Men understand men best; the way he looks at you isn't right."

I found it laughable and retorted, "You look at Isabella the same way."

Nathaniel was choked by my words, momentarily speechless.

He impatiently let go of my hand, but his tone remained firm.

"I didn't bring you honey-glazed ribs yesterday, but I prepared something else for you…"

He didn't finish his sentence.

A document slid out from a crack in the drawer he had just opened, fluttering down to his feet.

It was the acknowledgment of receipt for the mate bond dissolution application from the Werewolf Arbitration Council.