Chapter 2
After being discharged from the hospital, I didn’t cry or cause a scene. To my surprise, Damon actually transferred me some living
expenses.
This was the first time in seven years he had bowed down to me.
In the past, whenever he messaged me, I could easily send back over a hundred replies.
But this time, I clicked “decline.”
In a fit of frustration, he sent me a voice message.
“Elena, you’re ungrateful. Take it or leave it!”
That night, Damon brought Genevieve back to the pack house.
Seeing my indifferent expression, he stormed off to the study for a video conference, his face dark with anger.
Genevieve leaned in, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
“Look at you, after giving birth, your body’s fallen apart. If I were you, I’d be too embarrassed to stay with Damon.”
She was trying to provoke me.
In the past, the slightest provocation from her would have led to a fight, but now, I just quietly watched her perform her one–woman
show.
Genevieve was irritated by my unflinching gaze.
When Damon came out of the study, she picked up a silver dinner knife from the table and sliced her palm. Blood began to pool.
Genevieve shoved the knife into my hand and collapsed to the floor.
“Luna, I just like Damon and want to spend more time with him. Are you trying to kill me to shut me up?”
This was her usual tactic–framing me.
Normally, I would have thrown the knife away and explained to Damon that it was Genevieve’s little act, insisting she staged it all.
But this time, I didn’t discard the knife. Instead, I played along and assumed the role of the aggressor.
Damon was still the same Damon. He shoved me away with force.
“Elena, there’s a limit to how much jealousy you can have. Do you want to be a murderer?”
I didn’t expect it, and I fell to the ground, the knife cutting into my wrist as I hit the floor.
I stared blankly at the wound, hearing Damon’s cold voice.
“Apologize to Genevieve!”
When I remained silent, Damon yanked me up, pushing me in front of Genevieve.
It was just an apology, right?
I picked up a fruit knife from the floor and drew it along the wound. Looking up at Damon, I smirked.
“Is this apology good enough for you? If not, I can-”
“Enough, Elena!”
Seeing the blood pouring from my wrist, Damon’s eyes flashed with worry as he grabbed the silver knife away from me.
“Have you lost your mind?”
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When he noticed the dense, crisscrossing scars all over my wrist, his voice trembled.
“Why do you have so many scars on your hands?”
For the past seven years, Damon had frequently brought she–wolves back with him.
None of them were easy to deal with.
They all, to some extent, liked to play games like Genevieve–setting traps, rubbing salt into my wounds.
Some of these scars were left by Damon’s lovers, and some were caused by Damon stepping in for them.
Damon stared at my wrist for a long time, long enough that I thought he might finally realize where the scars had come from.
But to my surprise, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
“Elena, have you figured out a new trick now? You couldn’t catch me cheating, so now you’re resorting to self–harm to get my attention, is that it?”
Damon gripped my wrist tightly, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me. The pain made me frown.
But then I remembered with only three more days until I could leave, the pain didn’t seem to matter anymore.
