Chapter 7

Evelyn POV

My friends twisted the truth, blaming me.

It was laughable.

These were the same people who once raised their glasses to toast to Damian and my eternal happiness.

Now, they stood on a moral high ground.

In their eyes, Damian's five-year affair was completely excusable, and I was the malicious, unreasonable one for not stepping aside.

Isabella was rushed to the hospital.

Damian called the pack healer to the human clinic.

Miraculously, the baby survived.

Damian knelt by Isabella's bed, whispering to her unconscious form with a mix of relief and regret:

"Isabella, I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I should have never let my past feelings for her make me weak."

"You are my fated mate. I can't lose you. I loved the wrong person all along."

Loved the wrong person. Those words sliced through my heart.

Standing in the shadows of the hospital corridor, I remembered when Damian held me at eighteen, telling me I was his fated mate.

Even though I didn't have a wolf to feel the bond, I had been happy for years.

I also remembered that it wasn't me who insisted on staying.

I could have gone to the best design school in Paris, living my life like a normal human. My grandfather's inheritance was more than enough to give me a luxurious, peaceful life.

I regretted everything.

If I had known this love would turn so ugly, I would have never started it.

I decided to leave.

I took one last look at the man crying over another woman, turned around, and walked toward the elevator.

Behind me, I heard a heavy thud.

Damian had collapsed onto the floor.

But this time, I didn't turn back.

Damian, you taught me how it feels to be abandoned. I will remember it well.

I got back to the villa late at night.

I opened my phone. The pack's social media feeds were flooded with posts from our mutual friends.

They were all reposting videos of Damian putting the ring on Isabella's finger, with the same caption:

[Happy 5th Anniversary to Damian and Isabella! Stay happy forever!]

In the photos, he looked incredibly devoted, and she was smiling like a queen.

The whole city was celebrating "Isabella." What a joke.

My phone rang. It was Elder Alpha Reginald.

"Get to the hospital right now! Damian needs you!" the old man commanded, his voice cold and arrogant.

I stared out at the dark night, my voice devoid of any warmth. "Elder Alpha, Damian and I are nothing to each other. I have no obligation to save him. Also, thank you for your 'generosity' seven years ago. Because of you, I don't even have to go through the official rejection process."

I hung up and blocked everyone from the Frostveil Pack.

A clean break.

I didn't sleep that night.

I pulled out my boxes and started packing every single thing that had to do with Damian. I was going to burn my past to ash.