Chapter 7
“Delilah, the red mole on Elena’s arm wasn’t in that position–this isn’t Elena!”
A rush of shock and thrill flowed through him.
Damon immediately ordered the funeral to be stopped, dismissed the guests, and called for Cameron.
“Check Elena’s schedule for yesterday. Make sure to thoroughly investigate every flight!”
Cameron discovered that after I had cleared
swore he had indeed seen me jump into the sea.
the rumors, I had gone to the seaside. The photographer who had taken the night shots
But Damon trusted his memory. The red mole on my arm had been slightly higher up.
He turned the entire werewolf
upside down, sparing no effort to find any channel that could lead to me.
From television stations and websites to street advertisements, yet for months, there was no sign of me.
Damon returned to the pack house in despair.
The wedding photo was gone from the white wall.
He frantically called for the maid.
“Who told you to take down the wedding photo?”
The maid hesitated, then sighed.
“Alpha, don’t you remember? Luna took it down herself.”
The memory flashed in Damon’s mind–me, alone, moving a chair to take down the wedding photo.
He had stood in the doorway, leisurely watching. The maid had offered to help, but I insisted on doing it myself.
I had taken the photo out of the frame and thrown it into the trash.
Damon rushed to the trash can, but the wedding photo wasn’t there.
“Where’s the wedding photo? Who was in charge of cleaning the bedroom today?”
He was furious, and the maids stood frozen, too afraid to meet his gaze.
After a long silence, a newly arrived maid looked up, her eyes wide with fear.
“Alpha, it’s my fault. I didn’t check properly. I thought everything in there was trash, so I threw it away.‘
Damon took slow steps toward her, his face as cold as ice.
“You have a lot of nerve! Did I ever give you permission to touch my and Elena’s wedding photo?”
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The newly arrived maid retreated in terror, but Damon kicked her out of the pack, warning that any pack willing to take her in would be opposing the newmoon pack.
That same day, Damon sent out every pack member of the pack to search the streets for the wedding photo.
When the photo was found, it was wrinkled and torn.
The half that belonged to me had already been cut out with a silver dinner knife.
Damon collapsed to the ground, his expression one of agony.
“Elena, you’re so cruel. This
was our only photo together. How could you do this?”
In truth, before Damon misunderstood me, we had shared a brief period of happiness, but it was far too short. Chapter 7
All the photos and gifts from our dates had been destroyed by him.
Damon entered the walk–in closet.
The jewelry was left untouched, neatly arranged.
I had only taken the clothes, leaving behind a coat hanging in the closet.
It
I was the coat Damon had bought for me on our first date, taking me to the mall.
He hugged the coat, greedily inhaling the lavender scent that still lingered on it.
But I hadn’t worn that coat in a long time. There was no trace of my scent left on it.
Damon absentmindedly reached into the pocket and found an envelope.
“Elena, I knew you couldn’t be so cruel to me. This must be the letter
you
left for me.
Ecstatic, he eagerly opened it, but when he saw the contents of the envelope, his face turned pale.
