Chloe’s POV
My sche to slip that special wine to both of them and capture their compromising mont had seed brilliant earlier.
During the entire lunch, anxiety had twisted my stomach into knots, but I convinced myself that everything would work out perfectly once they found themselves sharing a bed co morning.
Alpha Hugo’s decision to give those earplugs to the children was absolutely perfect for my plan.
Nothing would disturb their sleep, leaving the couple completely undisturbed for hours.
After settling the kids into their beds, my phone buzzed with Vance’s response to my earlier ssage.
"We’re going to play a fun challenge," I announced, perching on the small chair beside their three beds.
"What kind of challenge?" Tara asked curiously.
"I want to see who can keep their eyes shut the longest. Whoever manages to keep them closed wins," I explained with false enthusiasm.
Their eyes snapped shut imdiately. This trick always worked on them.
Their competitive nature would eventually lull them to sleep naturally.
With their eyes safely closed, I opened the email with trembling fingers. My expectations for Vance’s reaction had been sky-high.
I imagined his fury at Bella would consu him, that he would demand I docunt everything and send him constant updates so he could monitor their every move.
I expected him to question how she could behave so recklessly, bringing another man into their ho re hours after his departure.
Reality crashed down on brutally.
My hopes shattered completely as I read the harsh words on my screen.
The subject line alone made my heart plumt: stop talking nonsense about my wife.
The tone was already crystal clear.
Dear, dear Chloe, Yes, I arrived safely, fine, like I promised. Never encountered such a storm, but I wish it had struck you instead so you wouldn’t have sent this garbage.
What exactly do you an my wife went there and sothing is developing between her and the alphas? Who gave you permission to spy on her?
I asked for updates about her, not wild theories.
Her urgent departure could have a thousand explanations.
What reaction were you expecting from ?
What were you implying, that Bella felt aroused and rushed off to summon Hugo, as if I wouldn’t know my own wife?
Listen carefully, since you’ve already planted these poisonous seeds, if anything occurs because of your interference, you will bear full responsibility.
So even if he arrived there planning sothing with her or seeking intimacy with her, you’re standing guard duty, ensure nothing transpires.
Because if it happens and anything develops between them, I will personally hunt you down, no questions asked.
Keep vigilant watch and prevent anything from occurring.
And never disrespect my wife in that manner again.
Simply provide news and information without adding your twisted interpretations, understood?
That concluded his ssage.
My entire body trembled by the ti I finished reading.
Tears gathered and dissolved repeatedly in my eyes.
The urge to sob uncontrollably nearly overwheld , but the children hadn’t fallen asleep yet.
Zack’s eyelids were still flickering. I glanced at the mirror and saw my face burning crimson from embarrassnt, pain, and humiliation.
The inability to cry properly made my misery complete.
Then the terrifying realization struck . If those two consud that wine and anything transpired between them, Vance would murder .
He wouldn’t just kill , he would also demand explanations for how I managed to record them yet failed to intervene.
I pressed my palms against my face. At least I had contacted him first.
At least I discovered his true feelings before executing such a catastrophic plan.
If I had sent him footage, he would have co for my throat exactly as he promised.
Once the little ones were definitely asleep, I rushed from the room and headed straight for the kitchen.
The other two had already gone upstairs.
I poured every drop of the prepared wine down the drain while tears cascaded down my cheeks, threw the empty bottle into the trash, and retrieved a fresh one.
When I climbed the stairs, my whole body was convulsing.
I desperately wanted to weep until no tears remained, and the storm provided the perfect cover.
After leaving them together upstairs, I not only retreated to her room to cry, but also had to ensure absolutely nothing developed between them.
When I encountered Bella again, I broke down completely. But I told her I wanted to return ho. I genuinely couldn’t bear staying here anymore.
I never imagined I could beco such a vindictive person. This evil territory was transforming , where wolves brought out the worst in everyone.
I hadn’t been this malicious in the human world.
Standing in the bathroom, gripping the sink edges and staring at my wretched reflection, the self-hatred consud completely.
I shouldn’t have descended to such depths. I wondered if sohow Vance sensed what I had been plotting. If he did, he would never develop feelings for .
After my tears finally stopped, I erged from the bathroom to find Bella pacing anxiously.
"May I please pack my belongings and leave when this storm passes?" I asked again.
My breathing was still uneven and broken.
"Well, I can’t exactly force you to remain here," she responded, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
"Don’t worry, I’m not returning there for your husband," I added miserably, my head dropping in sha.
I began weeping quietly in front of her again.
She still appeared sympathetic toward , which made my self-loathing intensify.
"It’s perfectly fine, Chloe. Everyone requires a break sotis. You can return ho, spend quality ti with your father, be surrounded by humans again. I completely understand," she assured .
Noticing my pitiful state, she rcifully softened her approach.
With genuine conviction, she confird that I could indeed return ho.
The decision was final. I would escape this toxic environnt and leave imdiately.
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