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“Alpha, I don’t think we have anything left to talk about. The exhibition is closing now. Please
leave.”
With tears in his eyes, Dylan pulled six small urns from the backpack behind him.
“Maeve, I’m sorry. I hurt you. Liora lied to you. I’ve found the ashes of our pups… it’s for real this
time.”
I sneered, “So, what now? Should I thank her for her mercy, or thank you for your helpfulness?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to make up for your regret a little.”
“I know you hate Liora for what she did to our pups, but rest assured, she’s suffering in ways far worse than death now. Everything she did to them, I’ve made sure she paid for it all.”
Dylan took a few steps toward me.
“Maeve, I know you broke our mate bond because you were angry, but you still love me. It’s my fault for not treating you right. I really know I was wrong…
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“Dylan, don’t be so full of yourself. I don’t love you anymore,” I said, my voice calm.
Dylan paused, his breath catching. He pointed at the man in the family portrait on the wall,
unwilling to accept it.
“No way, this is just you being angry. If you didn’t love me, why would you put me in the painting?”
He tried to grab my hand, but was shoved away with a punch.
Darien wrapped his arm around my shoulders, looking at him with a mocking smile.
“Alpha, I think you’ve got it wrong. My fiancée didn’t paint you. She painted me.”
Dylan looked at me in disbelief.
“Fiancée? Maeve? You’re going to bond with someone else?”
“No, this can’t be happening. You must be lying to me. I’m the one who was meant to be with you… How could you fall in love with someone else?”
I looked at him helplessly.
“You cheated on me while we were married. Why can’t I fall in love with someone else after breaking our mate bond?”
“No one’s lying to you. It’s true. The painting isn’t you, because you don’t deserve to stand beside
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my pups.”
But Darien was different. He was always so sincere, both in his work and with people.
He never once turned away from the pups with disabilities or intelligence challenges. He’d always gently tell them jokes, play games, and wipe the tears and dirt off their faces.
I thought, my pups would love this dad.
Eventually, I called security to have Dylan thrown out.
Darien stayed with me to lay my pups to rest properly. This time, no one would ever take them from
me again.
A few days later, Darien and I held our wedding in a church.
Suddenly, there was shouting from the security at the entrance.
I turned around to see Dylan, who was usually so aloof and dignified, ignoring the security guards trying to stop him, kneeling on the ground. Around him were reporters he had brought, broadcasting live to the world.
He shoved handfuls of pills into his mouth, tears streaming down his face as he looked at me.
“Maeve, I know you’re still angry. These are the pills I gave you back then. I’m swallowing them all now. Please, don’t marry someone else.”
“Now, I’m apologizing and asking for your forgiveness in front of the whole world. Please give me another chance. I promise I’ll…”
I interrupted him coldly, “Dylan, you were the same way back then, making promises to love me forever, saying you’d never hurt me.”
“But you turned my pups into monsters for another woman, gave them to Liora to abuse, and they died a tragic death. You let your mother beat me, and I lost the ability to have children because of
it.”
“Your promises are worthless, just like you. You don’t belong here. You belong with Liora in prison. Please leave. Don’t ever mess with my happiness again.”
The security guards kicked him out, and the church doors slowly closed in front of him.
From that moment on, we were two completely different worlds.
As the wedding march played that day, it drowned out the sounds of Dylan’s desperate cries outside.
Dylan, overdosing on pills, fell into a coma. By the time they rushed him to the hospital, it was too
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late. His body was sent back to his homeland.
I heard his mother was devastated when she received the news, suffering a stroke. She was left bedridden, a vegetable for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, the police finally found the long–missing Liora.
She was discovered in the basement of one of Dylan’s private villas, tortured beyond recognition. She had died long before they arrived.
Even if she had been alive, the video evidence against her would have sealed her fate–she was facing the death penalty.
With Darien’s support and professional treatment, I found hope in life again.
We toured the world with our art exhibitions, all the while committing ourselves to pup welfare efforts across the globe.
I hoped to atone for my pups through this way.
And I hoped that, if there were a next life, they would be healthy, happy, and live long lives.
