Chapter 4

【*My husband’s gift for our fifth anniversary. This pink diamond took six months to arrive, but it was worth the wait.*】

The attached photo showed the exact pink diamond ring I saw in the side parlor.

The post was from two weeks ago.

That was the exact day Nathan told me that a critical lab accident had occurred and he needed three million dollars in hush money, or the entire project would be ruined.

I had panicked and sold a chunk of my inheritance overnight to get him the cash.

【*Julian is five! Daddy booked an entire yacht to give our baby the most unforgettable birthday.*】

The photo showed Nathan holding the boy on a luxury yacht, beaming with joy.

The post was from two months ago.

That day was the anniversary of my miscarriage.

I had spent the entire day alone, crying in the ruins of the Bloodmoon Pack’s old territory. Nathan had sent me a text on SnapChat saying he was locked in the lab and couldn’t leave.

【*Another day of being spoiled by Nathan. Just bought this gorgeous estate to use as our vacation home.*】

The photo showed a sprawling mansion on the edge of the Silvercrest Pack territory, easily worth fifty million dollars.

The post was from a year ago.

That day, Nathan had knelt in front of me, crying and claiming his funding was cut off and he wanted to end his life.

I had quickly liquidated two of my most profitable properties at a low price to raise fifty million dollars for his "emergency."

I scrolled through the photos one by one, reading the captions.

Behind every single picture was my sleepless nights, my blood, my tears, and my sacrifices.

I thought I was funding a noble dream.

As it turned out, I was just feeding a pair of blood-sucking parasites.

I took screenshots of everything and sent the files to Jen.

Then, I walked into the bathroom, looking at the pale woman in the mirror with dark circles under her eyes from years of overwork.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto my face.

*Scarlett Vance, you were so pathetic.*

*But it’s fine.*

*Starting now, I will take back everything that belongs to me, with interest.*

For the next three days, I showed up at the Silvercrest Pack warehouse just like any other day.

I remained the hardworking, tireless warehouse keeper. To avoid suspicion, I had volunteered for this low-profile job seven years ago, pretending to be an ordinary werewolf who just wanted a peaceful life.

I organized and logged dozens of shipments, setting a new record for efficiency.

My coworkers whispered in admiration, *“Scarlett is working too hard! She needs to take care of herself!”*

I just smiled at them. "It's all for the Pack. I'm not tired."

Only I knew that I was buying time.

Because I knew that the upcoming battle was going to be brutal.

On the night of the fourth day, Jen knocked on my door, carrying a thick folder of documents.

"Scarlett, I found everything."

Jen’s face was grim. She placed the folder on the table and pushed it toward me.

"Nathan's so-called 'miracle formula' is a complete fraud."

My hand holding the teacup froze.

"What do you mean?"

"The miracle antidote he claimed could cure a hundred different wolf venoms has never actually been tested. Out of the 300 million dollars you transferred to him over the years, eighty percent was laundered into his secret offshore accounts through fake purchasing contracts and outsourced research shell companies."

Jen flipped to the first page.

"The remaining twenty percent was used to maintain a fake research operation, and..."

She paused, looking at me with hesitation.

"And to fund Vanessa’s lavish lifestyle," I finished her sentence.

"Yes," Jen nodded. "The estate, the yacht, the three luxury cars under Vanessa's name—every single one of them was bought using the 'research funds' you wired to Nathan."

I stared at the transfer records coldly.

Every transaction was a slap to my face.