Chapter 12%
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My face wrinkled the moment my phone vibrated and my jerk of a husband’s name flashed across the screen. Another text. Probably just im trying to gaslight me again, making it seem like I should be thankful he messaged first
Joes he really think I want him kneeling in front of me? Begging? Doing everything I say just to win me back? Does he honestly believe hat’s enough to make up for all the things he let me go through on my own??
Lucian never helped me with anything. In his mind, giving me his name, naming me Luna, showering me with money, and giving me a house to take care of, that was enough. Not once did he ever ask what I liked.2
Every anniversary, he’d gift me things I was never interested in. I love rose gold jewelry, and yet he always gave me yellow gold. I hate rings and necklaces, but love earrings and bracelets, he never gave me a single one. He just gave me things I never wanted. In short, he doesn’t know me.%
And the truth is, he never tried to get to know me. For him, marriage was already enough. Mating with me, that was his definition of commitment. Maybe for him, he doesn’t need to treat me the way he treated my sister.
With a scowl, I opened his message. But my anger vanished the second I read what it said.
‘Lorde was hospitalized because he consumed the same poison, Hestia. See what mess you’re causing with all this tricks?
That was what he sent.”
I couldn’t focus on anything else except the first part.”
My son was in danger.
I quickly sent him a message.”
‘How is he? Is he okay now?“?
My heart pounded in panic. No matter what that child did, it didn’t change the fact that I raised him. I loved him. I always would. I may have chosen myself this time, but that didn’t mean I stopped caring. I would worry about him all my life.
My screen lit up with an incoming call. It was Lucian again. Even though I didn’t want to answer, I had to know what was happening to my
son.
“Lucian…” I breathed his name.
I heard him inhale sharply. There was a clinking sound in the background, glass against glass.”
“This…” he began. He sounded drunk. “…is all your fault…”
I rolled my eyes in frustration. “You’re drinking? While our son’s in the hospital?”
I wanted to scream at him, but I held it in. This stupid Alpha was drowning himself in alcohol again, just like he used to when he still couldn’t get over my sister’s death.
When he gets like this, I know he’s spiraling. He turns to drinking because he can’t deal with what he’s thinking or feeling.
“You tricked us, didn’t you?” he continued, voice slurring. “P–poisoning yourself… risking our son… just to get away f–from us. R–really, Hestia?”
He let out a heavy sigh.
My brows furrowed deeply. What did he just say??
That I poisoned myself… just so I could leave them??
“What are you talking about, Lucian?” I said coldly. “Don’t tell me that even after Kve left, you’re still blaming me for every single stupid thing that happens around you.”
His mocking laugh made my blood boil.}
How could he say that? Me? Blame me for the poison? Like I’d actually kill myself and put the blame on our son??
“Fix yourself, Lucian. No matter what you say or do, I won’t go back to you. I’m divorcing you,” I said, making it clear once and for all.”
“Hestia!” he bellowed.”
“Finish that drink, then go home. Lorde needs you now that I’m not there,” I said, and ended the call.
The anger stayed burning in my chest. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say all that, to accuse me of being the reason everything was falling apart. As if he had no idea how long I stayed for them, how much I endured. I just finally had enough.
God, I never wanted this kind of married life.”
I wanted the kind of love my father had with my stepmother. Their story may have been short–lived, but it was enough to fill my head with dreams. I wanted that kind of marriage, one built on love, not duty. And yet, I was forced into a marriage with a self–absorbed man who couldn’t even let go of the past.
I buried my face in my hands and let out a long, heavy sigh. I lay down and pictured Lorde in my head, the way he looked when I left. He was happy. Proud. Unbothered.
Was it true that he wanted me to come back?}
If I went back now, after all the accusations his father threw at me, maybe he wouldn’t treat me as terribly as before. Maybe he’d do
worse.
How could I go back to them, to the very people who traumatized me, who pushed me away?”
A tear slipped from my eye. I clutched my chest, feeling its unbearable weight.
*Hold on Hoetia” I whienared to mucalf “They might need you but they never wanted un “St
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“Hold on, Hestia,” I whispered to myself. “They might need you, but they never wanted you.”
My phone tinged again.”
Even though my vision blurred with tears, the message was clear. The sloppy typing didn’t make it any less painful.
‘Go a..nd d–divorce me. Leeave me and our sooon for another m–man, hestia!!!! I dareee yo.u‘
