Chapter 8
The projector played the footage about Adam and Anna together on a loop.
Adam’s doubt toward Chelsea stabbed her heart like a blade over and over again.
Then came the latest clips. Now, Adam was cooking for Anna. The same man who had looked so cold and cruel minutes ago was smiling tenderly, as if nothing had happened.
The way he looked at Anna, which was full of love and adoration, was how he used to look at her back then.
“Chelsea, when can I finally call you my Luna?”
“Chelsea, I love you so much. Please say yes to my proposal.”
“Adam loves Chelsea forever. If anyone dares hurt her, I’ll fight them with my life.”
“Honey, I’m a great cook. From now on, your meals are my responsibility. You’re the only one in this world worthy of eating
the food I cook. Not even my parents deserve that kind of treatment!”
“Honey, Anna saved your life, which means she saved mine too. She’s an orphan anyway. Let’s take care of her together.”
“I am surely serious about Anna. All she wants is a lasting bonding, and I can give that to her.”
His voice echoed in her mind-his promises, his declarations, his lies.
Each word like a needle, piercing her ears, gouging at her soul.
The man who once loved her in her memories gradually drifted away from the Adam on that screen, slowly pulling out of
her heart, thread by thread.
She found it was already pitch dark here.
She collapsed helplessly on the cold floor, letting the darkness and the chill consume her.
By the time she regained consciousness, she found she could barely move. Thus, her body shifted slowly. The blood
beneath her had dried, and as she dragged herself forward, it smeared into a long, dark trail.
There was no feeling left in her lower abdomen. Still, she forced herself up and staggered out of the building.
Sunlight bathed the earth in warmth, but it couldn’t reach her frozen heart.
She didn’t get far. Her body finally gave out on the roadside. Someone found her and rushed her to the Pack hospital.
“Luna,” the pack doctor said grimly, “you suffered severe abdominal trauma. Your uterus has ruptured. We need to operate
immediately to remove what’s left.”
As Chelsea listened to the pack doctor’s words, she barely reacted, her face void of emotion.
After losing the baby, she had already come to terms with the fact that she would never be able to conceive again.
So be it.
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At least she could still leave Adam alive.
But just as she regained consciousness after the surgery, someone seized her, a cloth gag shoved into her mouth, a hood yanked over her head. She caught a whiff of chemicals, probably meant to erase her scent. Then she was dragged to
Adam.
Even blindfolded, she could smell it. It was him and Anna.
“Anna, she’s here. Once you’re done, don’t stay upset anymore,” Adam said, his eyes softening as he turned toward Anna
again.
Anna giggled and kissed his cheek, blinking.
“So I can do anything I want?”
“Yeah, you can do anything you want. I’m here, and I’ll handle the consequences.” Adam replied dotingly, as if even murder
would be fine as long as he took the blame.
Smugly, Anna clapped her hands and signaled the warriors to bring in two urns.
“What’re you going to do?” Chelsea instantly recognized them. They belonged to her parents.
Panicked, she tried to speak, but only muffled sobs came out.
“Adam, I want to scatter her parents’ ashes to the wind,” Anna said as her lips curled into a cruel smile.
“Okay.”
“No! Adam, look at them! They were your in-laws. You made these urns with your own hands! Please, stop her! I’m
begging you!”
Tears streamed down Chelsea’s face as she struggled against the restraints. Her mouth was sealed, and all she could do
was cry and sob through the pain.
Adam’s eyes were fixed solely on Anna. He never even glanced at the urns in her hands.
Despair swallowed her whole.
As she watched the ashes drift into the air, her heart shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces.
Adam, is there really no room for anyone else in your eyes but Anna…?
The warriors held Chelsea down and she couldn’t move at all. Her injuries burned through every nerve in her body until she finally blacked out and collapsed.
Anna, seeing Chelsea faint, scattered the rest of the ashes without hesitation.
“Adam, let’s go. I’m not mad anymore.”
“Okay.” Adam carried her away. As they passed Chelsea’s unconscious body, he slowed for a moment.
But in the end, he didn’t even spare her a glance. He walked away without looking back.
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When Chelsea finally came to, the ashes on the ground were long gone.
She clutched the now-empty urns in her arms numbly as she was all cried out.
Returning to the pack house, she retrieved her newly issued ID. As she looked at the pack house where she’d lived for the past five years, a bitter, mocking smile tugged at her lips.
Then she picked up a baseball bat and smashed everything. The Lego set they built together, the sofa they picked out as a couple, the TV they ordered side by side… She destroyed all of it.
With the last of her strength, she destroyed everything in the living room. As she stared at the wreckage, she laughed-a broken, mournful sound that echoed through the house.
Tossing the bat aside, Chelsea wrote two lines on the wall with a lipstick:
“Adam, you once said karma would get those who break hearts. Do you still remember that?”
“Loving you was the biggest regret of my life.”
Without looking back, Chelsea walked out of the pack house, leaving everything she once shared with Adam behind in
ruins.
