The day I gave birth to my daughter, my Alpha husband Gareth slapped me across the face with a DNA test report showing no blood relation: "Clara, I've been so good to you. How could you cheat on me? Let's get divorced! Break the mate bond! You take this bastard child and leave with nothing. I never want to see either of you again!" I held Mary sleeping in her swaddle and nodded calmly. Just last night, outside the delivery room, I heard with my own ears as Gareth's adoptive sister Ella took his hand and whined: "Gareth, my dying wish is to spend one year alone with you, to relive the love you gave me as a child. Just let Clara take the baby and leave for a year, okay?" Gareth's face filled with affection. "Silly girl, you just focus on your heart surgery. For the next year, I'll only be with you." I lay on the operating table, tears silently sliding down my temples. He didn't know that my first love, Alpha Phineas, who had quietly loved me for many years, would come for me tomorrow. Not just one year—for the rest of my life, I would never come back.
Ella had a twisted possessiveness over Gareth. At this moment, Ella was pointing at my daughter, covering her mouth in mock horror: "Gareth, no wonder I found this kid off-putting. Turns out she's a bastard." She called out loudly and dramatically, her sharp nails poking an impression into my daughter's skin. "So ugly, all wrinkled like a little old man. They say daughters look like their fathers. Clara, you really aren't picky—you'll take anything." Gareth's expression was distant and cold. "Clara, since this isn't my child, she doesn't deserve to stay in this private room. Take the baby and leave immediately." I looked up at Ella's smug face. She wore haute couture Chanel, and the diamond on her high heels could pay for a hundred private rooms. Then I thought of myself—coming out of the delivery room alone with my daughter, not even a nurse to help. I smiled bitterly. So Mary and I together weren't worth as much as one of Ella's whims. Suddenly, Ella stumbled, her whole body falling onto me. The moment she fell, she deliberately pressed hard on the surgical incision on my stomach with her hand. Unfortunately, Gareth was in a blind spot and couldn't see. He frantically pulled Ella up, asking with concern: "What happened? Are you hurt?" He didn't notice at all that I was covered in sweat on the hospital bed, my face twisted in pain. Ella's action had torn open the fine stitches on my stomach, and the wound started bleeding again. I held Mary and struggled to move my legs. With the slightest movement, hot fluid gushed from the wound, staining the bed red. Ella screamed, "Ah—how disgusting! All that filthy blood flowing out, so ugly and smelly. I'm going to have nightmares tonight!" She shrieked and burrowed into Gareth's arms. Gareth yanked the blanket off with one hand. Cold air rushed into the bed, exposing my body wearing only a postpartum pad. On my stomach was an eight-centimeter incision, blood trickling out continuously, dripping onto the floor. Through the open hospital room door, people came and went. I was so mortified I wanted to disappear, like being stripped naked and thrown into the street. "Cover me up." My voice trembled with shame. Gareth looked somewhat uncomfortable. He turned to block the view from outside and reached to pull the blanket back. "Enough. Going out looking like this, people will think we did something to you." He glanced at the bodyguard. "Go get a wheelchair and take her to a regular room." Ella immediately objected. "Gareth, this is the shameless woman who cuckolded you. You should make her walk out like this, so everyone in the hospital can see what a homewrecker looks like and what price cheating comes with." "But..." "Gareth! At a time like this, are you still going to protect this woman and her bastard?" Ella's eyes instantly reddened, her questioning voice sharp and shrill. Seeing her like this, Gareth sighed, his eyes full of indulgent helplessness. "Fine, fine, fine. You're the most important person to me. Whatever you say goes." Ella hummed with satisfaction. She swaggered ahead of me, clapping her hands and loudly broadcasting my "affair." "Everyone come look! This shameless woman had an affair and tried to make my brother raise another man's child! What a shameless slut. Everyone better keep your eyes open and watch out so she doesn't seduce your mates!" The stares from people around felt like the sharpest knives, stabbing from all directions. Someone flew into a rage, grabbed their thermos of food, and threw it all over me. The hot porridge was scalding, instantly raising blisters on my exposed skin. Gareth didn't even look at me. He stayed by Ella's side, silently kicking away the pebbles under her feet, doing everything to clear obstacles for her. Watching this scene, my heart felt like it was being pressed by water-soaked cotton—suffocating and unbearable. Gritting my teeth, I made it to the regular room, my legs already weak as noodles. Lying powerless on the hospital bed, I curled up with Mary. Mary, you don't have a father anymore. But it's okay. After tonight, we mother and daughter will finally have a fresh start.
That night, Mary suddenly burst into wailing cries, her whole body burning hot. I struggled to get up and carried Mary to the door, but was stopped by the bodyguards. "Luna Clara, I'm sorry. Without orders from Alpha Gareth and Miss Ella, you cannot leave this room." I held Mary tightly and shouted at the bodyguard, "Move! My daughter has a high fever! She needs medical attention immediately!" The bodyguard blocked me expressionlessly. "I'm sorry. Alpha Gareth said until you repay the wedding gifts worth $880,000, you are not allowed to leave this room." My whole body went cold. Something in my mind exploded in an instant. Wedding gifts worth $880,000? Before marrying Gareth, I was just an ordinary werewolf. Only because Gareth and I were fated mates could I date him, marry him, and become Luna of the Redmoon pack. Everyone said I was incredibly lucky to marry Gareth, that I'd enjoy endless wealth and luxury for life. But no one knew. Because of one sentence from Ella: "Gareth, if Clara really loves you, she won't spend a penny of your money. Otherwise, what makes her different from those women who only want you for your money?" From our wedding until now, my food, clothing, and expenses were never part of Gareth's daily spending. The haute couture dresses and expensive jewelry I wore to banquets were all bought with money I earned myself. Even when I rode in luxury cars with Gareth and Ella, Ella would ask me for gas money after the banquet ended. In just three years of marriage, I had already exhausted all the savings from the first half of my working life. I didn't even have $100 in my account. Where could I get $880,000 to give Gareth? Mary cried herself hoarse from the fever, feeling so miserable. Looking at the bodyguard pleadingly, my tone was as humble as dirt. "I'll find a way to pay the money back." "Please make an exception this once. She's a premature baby. Not being kept in an incubator is already dangerous. If the fever continues, she'll die..." Three days ago, Ella's heart condition flared up. The doctor scheduled surgery for three months later, which coincided with my due date. Ella cried until she sobbed: "Gareth, if my surgery happens when Clara gives birth, you'll definitely abandon me to take care of Clara, right?" Gareth tried to comfort her. But Ella cried even harder. "Gareth! You've changed! After marrying Clara, you don't love me anymore. Your whole heart is with her. If that's how it is, I might as well die! I'll go to hell to find my dead father and tell him you bullied me!" She set a fire in the house, and I was forcibly given labor-inducing medication. Gareth wiped the tears from my eyes. "Clara, she's my only adoptive sister. She's young and gets jealous easily. I need to put her mind at ease. You understand, right?" "After the baby is born, I promise I'll make it up to you both." "Don't worry. I've got everything under control." But what I got instead was a forged DNA report and a poorly acted melodrama staged for Mary and me. The two bodyguards looked reluctant, but still firmly blocked the door. "We're sorry, Luna Clara. Alpha Gareth gave strict orders before he left. You must repay the money before you can leave." In just a few minutes, Mary in my arms became burning hot like a furnace, her cries growing weaker. Just as I was about to put a knife to my throat to threaten the bodyguards to let me pass, Gareth came over with a furrowed brow. His expression was extremely dark. "Clara, this is a hospital, not a marketplace. All this shouting and yelling—did you learn your manners from dogs? You even disturbed Ella's finger bandaging." I followed his gaze and saw the Hello Kitty bandaid on Ella's fingertip, and the twenty-some doctors following behind her. My heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. No wonder I'd been calling for so long without seeing a single doctor. Gareth had summoned them all to treat a finger injury. I swallowed the bitterness, stepped forward with Mary, and choked out, "Mary has a fever. Get a doctor quickly." Gareth's brow furrowed even tighter, his feet about to move. Suddenly Ella clutched her heart and called out softly in pain, "Gareth, I hurt so much. Am I going to die..." Gareth's attention immediately focused on Ella. He scooped her up in his arms and shouted at the group of doctors, "Prepare for surgery immediately!" I reached out to grab Gareth, looking at him urgently. "Our daughter..." Ella wrapped her arms around Gareth's neck, burying her head in the crook of his neck. "Gareth, I'm so scared. This is heart surgery. I won't die from the pain, will I?" "Please have all the doctors operate on me, okay? More doctors means more security. My biggest regret in this life is not being able to repay you properly. I don't want to die like this." Her tone was sweet and clingy. Gareth was coaxed dizzy, his heart soft as cotton. "Alright. I'll not only have all the hospital doctors on standby, the elite medical team I prepared for you will all arrive within ten minutes. I won't let anything happen to you." "What about our daughter?"
My knuckles holding Mary turned white, and I bit my lip until it bled. If all the doctors were on standby, who would save Mary? Gareth glanced at the child in my arms, looking impatient. He turned to the doctors. "Which of you is a pediatrician? Stay and take a look." "Gareth, hospitals charge fees for consultations. Clara still owes us $880,000—where would she get money?" Ella nestled in the man's arms and shot me a malicious smile. "But considering our three years together, I can lower myself to help her." "My surgery involves the heart, so she'll have to join me." Ella signaled the bodyguard to kick over the medical waste bin. Needles scattered across the floor, glinting coldly. She looked down at me condescendingly and lifted her chin. "Find them all. I'll cover this consultation fee for you." Gareth glanced down at me and instructed his assistant, "Do as Ella says." He carried Ella urgently to the operating room without looking back once. I knelt on the ground, using my hands to brush and feel along bit by bit. Soon, all ten fingers were covered with needle holes. Bloody and raw, not a patch of healthy flesh. Later, hearing Mary's even weaker cries, I had no choice but to use my tongue to lick them up. Half an hour later, I held a pile of needles and looked at the doctor. As I spoke, blood continuously poured from my mouth. "They're all here. Please save my Mary..." After speaking, I couldn't hold on any longer and completely passed out. When I woke again, my nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant. I instinctively reached out but didn't touch the expected warmth. "Mary..." I stumbled out of the room and saw Mary's figure in the doctor's office. The female doctor who treated her last night was holding her and gently rocking her, feeding her formula. Her expression was full of sympathy. "What a tragedy. She's clearly the Alpha's daughter, but because of the adoptive sister's jealousy, she can't even drink breast milk. So pitiful." Her colleague lowered her voice. "Exactly. And the DNA report was forged under Alpha Gareth's personal supervision. He said after a year he'd pin it on the hospital, saying we mixed up the reports, and he could definitely trick this mother and daughter back. Spending millions to make the whole hospital put on an act—Alpha Gareth really knows how to play games." "That's not even the half of it. Even though Ella is the adoptive sister, anyone can see she has feelings for her brother. Last night when I was making rounds, I saw with my own eyes Ella kissing Alpha Gareth on the mouth while he was asleep. Five minutes later Gareth woke up and didn't say a word." The two exchanged an ambiguous look and pursed their lips knowingly. I leaned against the wall, my eyes aching painfully. Ella was the daughter of a Beta under the previous Alpha of the Redmoon pack. Her father died saving Gareth's father during a Rogue attack, after which she was adopted by Gareth's family. The two became siblings in name. So my jealousy became destructive to their sibling bond, appearing as unreasonable tantrums in others' eyes. Whenever Gareth said, "If it were as sordid as you think, I would have already made her my mate. Would it be your turn?" I was left speechless. That's right. He was the noble Alpha Gareth of the Redmoon pack. Of course he couldn't compare to an ordinary werewolf like me. But then why did he send me tens of thousands of roses, patiently accompany me through the darkness of losing my family, teach a lesson to my boss who made lewd remarks... Even when a car accident came, he shielded me with his body and ended up in the hospital himself. I still remember at our wedding, he swore to the heavens: "Clara, I will love and cherish you forever in this life and never let you down." But in the end, sincerity changes in a heartbeat, and "forever" is just a word to set the mood. Looking up again, Gareth was somehow standing in front of me. Meeting my bloodshot eyes, he showed unprecedented concern. "You just gave birth. Why aren't you resting in bed?" A whiff of Ella's usual perfume drifted over, making me dizzy and nauseous. Avoiding his touch, I took several steps back. "Didn't you want to break the mate bond? Let's do it now." Gareth froze for a few seconds, his expression darkening, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Clara, stop being dramatic. You're penniless. If you leave me, you'll be sleeping on the streets with your child tonight." I looked up to meet his gaze and spoke coldly. "The child isn't yours anyway. Why do you care?" This taunt made Gareth furious with embarrassment. Taking the divorce agreement his assistant handed him, his signature went through the paper. After I also signed my name, we immediately broke the mate bond. Right after the bond was broken, Gareth ignored my body suffering from the mate bond severing and pointed at the hospital exit, veins bulging. "Ungrateful. Get out of my hospital right now!" I forced myself to stand, held Mary, and walked out. Seeing the familiar dark car across the street, I knew—that was the car my first love Phineas sent to pick me up. I couldn't help but quicken my pace. But before I could take a few steps, two bodyguards suddenly appeared and forcibly dragged me back.
"Did you see the trending topics? Former Luna Clara was forced to divorce, all because of that adoptive daughter." "She's absolutely terrible. If it were me, I'd expose her online too." All along the way, people in the hospital were discussing the same thing. This clearly had Ella's fingerprints all over it. I didn't understand why she'd put herself in the eye of the storm. Not until Gareth slapped me without asking any questions. "Clara, I never imagined you could be so vicious. No wonder you were so eager to break the mate bond with me earlier. You'd already calculated to go after Ella, hadn't you? Using post-birth mate bond severing to gain sympathy, you even manipulated me into it. You're too malicious." "The media will be here soon. You must apologize to Ella publicly. Do you know how terrible the online comments are? Ella is still so young. If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have driven her to suicide!" On the hospital bed, Ella sat perfectly fine. Completely intact, whole and healthy, looking quite rosy. A person pretending to sleep won't wake no matter how you call. Besides, someone was waiting for me. "No need to go to so much trouble." I handed Mary to the nurse who had followed and took out my phone to start a live stream. I bowed to Ella. "Miss Ella, I'm sorry. Regarding the false statements online, I sincerely apologize to you. You're not a manipulative bad sister. I'm the vicious one. I was irrationally jealous of you and your brother's relationship, deliberately broke the mate bond with your brother, posted online to gain sympathy, and even bought trolls to attack you." Then I bowed to her again. "Miss Ella, you and Gareth have always been completely innocent, just a normal sibling relationship. I was the jealous one who used disgraceful methods to frame you. Please forgive me." Every word I spoke was clear and forceful. With each sentence, Gareth and Ella's faces turned a shade paler. Ella because I had permanently nailed them to the pillar of sibling shame. Gareth looked at me with complex eyes, a trace of imperceptible panic flashing through his heart. Ella glared at me hatefully. Suddenly, she grabbed her hair, her voice trembling like a sieve. "I'm not a bad woman, I'm not a bad woman. It was Clara who cheated, she cuckolded my brother. She doesn't cherish my brother, so I will. If that's called sordid and shameless, then just let me die..." Her sudden agitation broke through the brief panic Gareth had finally felt. Gareth pulled her into his arms. "Ella, we're not blood siblings. Even if you really like me, you've done nothing wrong." As his words fell, the livestream instantly exploded with countless rose emojis. The whole screen filled with congratulations. It stabbed my eyes painfully. A large group of reporters pushed through the door, shoving cameras in my face and snapping wildly. "Clara, does this mean you're actually the homewrecker?" "Clara, you were just an ordinary werewolf back then. To marry Alpha Gareth, you must have used quite a few underhanded tactics, right? Can you tell us about them?" Flashbulbs jumped crazily across my face. They wanted to brand words like "mistress," "lowly," "slut"... all those humiliating labels, red-hot onto my face. In the shoving, I saw the evil smile on Ella's face. She lifted her head slightly, and a reporter received the signal. He suddenly turned the camera and photographed Mary wildly in the nurse's arms. "Is this the bastard child? Looking like such a freak—Clara really isn't picky." "Like mother, like daughter. You can tell at a glance she'll be morally corrupt. Take lots of photos, we'll use them for cutaways later. We'll call it 'The Homewrecker's Heir.' That'll definitely make headlines." Fury burning inside me, I slapped the reporter who said this across the face. I didn't use much force, but he suddenly fell to the ground, motionless. "Oh no, Jack has a heart condition. He can't be touched." "Ah! He's not breathing. You murderer!" A reporter pointed at me, looking at me like they wanted to eat me alive. "Don't touch her. If there are any problems, contact my lawyer." Just as Gareth finished speaking, Ella clutched her heart again, looking uncomfortable. "Gareth, I got too emotional just now. My heart hurts a bit again..." I held Mary and looked helplessly at Gareth. Gareth looked deeply at us, bent down to pick up Ella, and said to me, "Wait for me." Then his figure disappeared down the corridor. And I was surrounded by angry reporters and put in cold handcuffs. ... Three months later, in court. The judge announced: "Clara is sentenced to five years in prison for involuntary manslaughter and must pay $3 million in compensation."
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