When I woke up the next morning, the bed beside me was already cold. I assumed he’d left to handle urgent pack business.

It turned out… he’d rushed off to see Ashley.

“These past three years…” Ashley’s tears fell again. “I’ve been stubborn, deliberately avoiding contact with him. But Ferris never forgot me for a single day. He wrote me a letter every day, even though I never once replied.”

I suddenly found it hard to breathe.

How manyte nights had I seen the study light on, thinking he was handling pack affairs? I’d even brewed coffee specially to bring him.

It turned out… he was writing love letters to Ashley.

I’d always believed that at least during Ashley’s absence, Ferris genuinely wanted us to be a real married couple.

Now I understood. From beginning to end, it had all been my own delusional fantasy.

The heart I thought I’d finally warmed belonged entirely to someone else.

Seeing Ashley about to continue, I abruptly stood up.

My face was pale as paper, but I forced my voice to remain calm. “I’m not feeling well. I need to rest.”

A sh of triumph crossed Ashley’s eyes. “Of course, you just had surgery. You should rest more.”

Her footsteps finally faded outside the door.

Iy on the hospital bed with my eyes openb, /bstaring at the nk ceiling.

After discharge, I silently packed all my belongings, waiting only for the divorce agreement’s expiration.

During this time, I could track Ferris’s activities daily through Ashley’s social media-

The surgery had been sessful, but he never once came to check on me. Instead, he immediately arranged the finest private room for Ashley’s mother, flew in top medical teams from abroad, and personally supervised every treatment n.

Ashley’stest Instagram post was a photograph.

Ferris knelt on one knee, tying her shoces.

Her caption read: b[/bI’ll never meet anyone who loves me this much again.]

My heart clenched violently. Tears sshed onto my phone screen, blurring the image of Ferris’s tender profile.

b04:14 /b

bAlpha’s /bRegretb: /bFalse Mateb. /bbTrue /bLuna

b3.9/b%

Chapter S

I remembered how I’d cared for him with the same devotion all these years.

When his stomach troubled him, I’d brew medicinal soups daily.

When work kept him busy, I’d leave the lights on waiting for his return.

Every piece of fruit I brought him was peeled, cored, and cut to perfect bite–sized pieces…

But now he was doing these things for someone else.

I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and mind–linked Ferris.

After a long pause, Ferris responded coldly, “I should have told you not to interrupt when I’m working-”

For the first time, I cut him off:

“Ferris, let’s break our bond.”

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