How rich can a person be? My Alpha husband Hector is very rich. The Dubois pack he leads is the wealthiest of all packs. In our five years of marriage, every time he goes out to accompany his childhood sweetheart Layla, he transfers a property to my name. After I had 99 properties under my name, Hector suddenly discovered I had changed. I didn't cry or make a fuss, didn't beg him not to go out. I just took the initiative to choose the best villa in Dubois pack and waited for him to sign the property transfer agreement. The man signed, the pen tip leaving sharp marks on the paper. For the first time, he showed a hint of hesitation, his voice low: "When I get back, I'll take you to see the fireworks." I obediently put away the agreement and softly answered: "Okay." I just didn't tell him that what he signed this time was our divorce agreement. I also made an appointment with a witch for 30 days later to help me dissolve the mate bond between Hector and me. After 30 days, I'll be able to leave completely.
In the office, news of Layla's return to Dubois pack was playing on TV. The man's gaze remained locked on the news footage, those deep eyes reflecting Layla's image. Even when he took the property transfer agreement I handed him, his slender fingers gripped the pen and signed without hesitation. Villa No. 1 in the western suburbs—a property in Dubois pack that money couldn't buy. It wasn't important in Hector's heart. Just like me in his heart—equally unimportant. When the news ended, the man was in a good mood. He casually tossed the pen on the desk with a crisp sound, pushed the agreement toward me while joking carelessly: "I've transferred over sixty houses to you, right? You're a little rich woman now." The barely suppressed joy in his tone wasn't to congratulate me. It was only because his beloved Layla had returned to the pack. I stood in front of his desk, my slender fingers smoothing the corners of the agreement, and nodded. "The western suburbs villa has an ocean view. I really like it." I didn't tell him this was actually the 100th property he'd transferred to me. Hector and I are fated mates. Back then, we fell in love at first sight. As an Alpha, Hector didn't care at all that I was just an ordinary wolf. His love for me was generously passionate. At a moonlight ball once, we danced one dance after another. Afterward, we lay together on the lawn looking at the stars. Hector held my shoulder and told me "I love you" a hundred times. I smiled with narrowed eyes and made him a promise: "If you make me sad in the future, I'll leave you after the hundredth time." Under the moonlight, Hector kissed my eyes: "I swear I'll make you happy. I'll never give myself the chance to hurt you." Hector broke his word. His love for me didn't last long—only until the day Layla first returned to the country. It was our first wedding anniversary. I waited in the candlelight dinner Hector had personally prepared, happily waiting for him to come home. But all I got was a property transfer agreement and a cold apology. "Sorry Nora, I missed our anniversary. Will you forgive me?" I ignored the strong, unfamiliar perfume scent on him and hoarsely forgave him for the first time. What followed was the second time, the third time, the fourth time... It was through so many betrayals that I learned Hector had loved his childhood sweetheart Layla since they were young. But when Hector wanted to confess to Layla, she met and fell in love with her own fated mate. Layla followed her mate to another pack. Hector was heartbroken. It was under these circumstances that he met me. After that, we fell in love, got married, and everything seemed happy. Then Layla's mate died, so Layla came back. And Hector chose without hesitation to go find Layla. In five years of marriage, he abandoned me countless times to accompany his childhood sweetheart. Eventually, he even started proactively giving me a house before going to find Layla. From the first house to the ninety-ninth. Every time, I forgave him. And now, it was exactly the hundredth time. Hector, after this time, I won't need to forgive you anymore. Thinking this, I smiled with relief and looked at him calmly. Hector froze, and his deep blue eyes actually showed a trace of reluctance. Then with some hesitation, he said to me: "When I get back, I'll take you to see the fireworks." In the past, whenever he showed even a hint of softness, it would become my fantasy of trying to win him back. I would cry and beg, then despair. Because Hector would always pry my fingers away one by one and coldly leave two words: "Crazy." Fortunately, I'd already been crazy ninety-nine times. And now, the hundred times were complete. I didn't need to continue this self-deception anymore. Because in the stack of contracts I'd just handed him, I'd secretly hidden a divorce agreement. I also found a witch who could help dissolve the mate bond. The witch said she needed to prepare and would perform the dissolution in 30 days. Hector. Thirty days from now, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore.
Countdown: twenty-five days. In these five days, the man's usually clean social media feed was unusually lively. During the day, they fed pigeons in the plaza. At night, they watched parade floats from the hotel observation deck at the amusement park. I didn't miss a single step they took together. As for what he promised me, he'd probably forgotten long ago. I stood up to pack my luggage and had just spread a mess on the floor when I suddenly received a call from Connor, Hector's Beta warrior. "Luna Nora, remember to come to the fireworks show at Moon Pool at eight o'clock." "If anything goes wrong, Alpha Hector definitely won't let me off." In the eight years I'd been married to Hector, only his Beta called me Luna Nora. Because he was the only one who knew about my marriage relationship with Hector, and the only one who knew I was the Luna of Dubois pack. Thinking about it now, maybe Hector proposed keeping our marriage secret because he was afraid Layla would hear the news and refuse to date him. I didn't want to make things difficult for Connor, so I agreed. But when I actually set out for Moon Pool, I was in a daze for a moment. Five years ago, when Hector and I had just gotten married, he gave me a secret fireworks show. Connor had quietly told me about it then too. Five years later, heading to the same place, my mood was completely different. When I arrived near Moon Pool, countless tourists had already gathered there. There were even many media outlets. I was puzzled, afraid I'd gotten it wrong, so I called Hector. The other end of the line was endless busy tones. I called again. I didn't know what I was expecting. But no matter how many times I called, no one answered, and I never saw any trace of Hector. Looking at the time, it was almost eight o'clock. Someone in the crowd was already shouting: "The fireworks show is about to start!" "This is the fireworks show Alpha Hector prepared for his wife. We're lucky to catch it." I froze. In public, Hector's image had always been unmarried. The wife they spoke of couldn't possibly be me. It could only be someone else. I knew the best viewing spot for the fireworks was on the northernmost side of Moon Pool. Since I was already here, I might as well go look. At least the fireworks were innocent. But there were too many people. I was pushed to the very front by the crowd. I finally saw Hector. He was in the best position, deeply embracing Layla. The fireworks were already blooming gloriously in the night sky, one after another. I listened to the explosions going off beside my ears. I also heard Hector's deep confession to Layla against the background of boiling crowds mixed with fireworks. A reporter held a microphone to Layla's face and asked her: "Miss, what is your answer?" Hector gently held Layla's shoulder, looking at her with anticipation all over his face. Layla shyly took the microphone and had just opened her mouth when my eyes met Hector's. Hector's whole body stiffened, and he involuntarily said: "Nora..." At that moment, the entire Moon Pool fell silent. Even the sound of fireworks became insignificant. Everyone was focused on what he'd said and on me, whom he was looking at. Layla narrowed those charming peach-blossom eyes, looked me up and down, raised an eyebrow, and asked Hector: "Darling, who is this?" Hector's jawline tightened. He obviously hadn't expected to run into me on this occasion. He awkwardly licked his lips, pondering how to salvage the situation. I smiled and, under everyone's probing gazes, answered: "My name is Nora. I'm Hector's..." Hector tensed up, trying to stop me, but what I said was: "Distant cousin." As soon as the words fell, my fingers clutching my palm also relaxed slightly. "My mom asked me to help him check if his future partner is handsome. Did I scare you all?" Hector's expression finally relaxed, and he nodded at me with satisfaction. He never wanted me to reveal my identity in public, and his mother naturally felt the same way. So every time I went out with his mother, she had me call her directly by name. This name I'd been calling for five years was the best excuse prepared for just this moment. The fireworks show had to continue, and no one paid attention to me anymore. The weather didn't cooperate—it suddenly started pouring rain. Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky. Hector hastily dispersed the crowd and carefully escorted Layla to the car. Leaving me standing there alone. The rain was bone-chilling, yet I felt numb. Probably because these five years of marriage had long since made me accustomed to it.
I went home and took a hot shower. When I came out, I ran into Hector in the living room. He hesitated for a moment, then actually thanked me: "But thank you for helping me out of that situation." "We... after all, our marriage is secret. If I'd said it right there, it would've been bad for Layla's image." "Later... I'll find a chance to make our relationship public." I didn't remind him that we wouldn't need to make our relationship public anymore. This marriage was coming to an end. It might as well never have existed. Better for both him and me. He suddenly remembered to care about me: "But how did you end up there?" I smiled and stared at him for a long time without speaking. Not until his eyes became evasive did I say: "Connor told me to go." Only then did he remember that today's fireworks show was originally what he'd promised me. But he'd been too sweet with Layla and had completely forgotten about it. "Sorry. Next week... no, next week won't work. I have to handle a Rogue attack at the pack border. Next month then. I'll definitely take you." I shook my head. "We'll see when the time comes." Hector was satisfied with my understanding and gently hugged me. Never before had I felt a man's embrace so cold. After that day, Hector did go on a business trip. Except he took Layla with him on the business trip. Outside of work, they had candlelight dinners together and visited the werewolf museum. They went to eat at the specialty seafood night market he'd never been willing to take me to. He'd told me: "I'm an Alpha after all. Going to eat that kind of thing—how undignified." But in front of Layla, Hector had no status. He was just an ordinary man deeply in love with her. Countdown: three days. Hector finally came back. In the half month he'd been away on business, I hadn't contacted him even once. Looking at the spotless villa, as if he'd suddenly discovered what I'd contributed over five years of marriage, he said to me: "Nora, you've worked hard." After five years, I couldn't remember the last time he'd called me that. "I was planning to take you to see fireworks the day after tomorrow, but fireworks are currently banned..." I could hear that he just didn't want to take me to see fireworks anymore. Layla had probably said something to him. "Then forget it." Hector froze, as if he hadn't expected me to actually just let it go like that. "You... don't mind?" If it were in the past, I would've already gone crazy accusing him. Why could he never keep the promises he made to me? But now, I no longer cared about those false promises of his. "It's just fireworks. It's fine not to see them." Just like Hector—actually, I could do without him too. After a long silence, Hector spoke again. "Then the day after tomorrow, I'll go with you to see that villa in the western suburbs." "The flowers nearby are beautiful. We can admire them there." I looked at my phone. The calendar told me that the day after tomorrow was Layla's birthday. I only remembered because last year Hector had spent the entire day with Layla on that date. I'd felt unwell and went to the hospital, called him countless times, but he didn't answer a single one. On such an important day, would he come see me? He was just putting me off. "That day, don't you need to accompany Layla?" Hector's expression stiffened for a moment. He said: "I've been with her so long. I should spend time with you too." After saying this, he seemed to feel the words sounded too absurd and guiltily lowered his head. But I didn't expose his lie. I just went along with him and played along. As it happened, that day was when I'd scheduled the witch to dissolve the mate bond. Very meaningful indeed.
Countdown: one day. These past two days, Hector hadn't appeared. He'd been with Layla the whole time, probably to appease her. But every night, he'd share some trivial things with me. Entertainment gossip, stray cats he saw on the roadside, funny posts on social media. We were like an ordinary couple separated by distance, casually chatting about boring daily matters. But in five years of marriage, Hector and I had never shared anything about our daily lives. I didn't understand why he was suddenly doing this, and I didn't want to understand. In these three days, I'd been busy moving, packing my things bit by bit and shipping them to Ashclaw pack. I'd also negotiated rental contracts with a real estate agency to rent out all one hundred properties under my name. These actions eventually alerted him. That night, he called and asked me: "Connor said you're moving things?" I answered casually: "Yeah, didn't you say we were going to the western suburbs? I like it there." Hector paused, then said to me: "If we set off fireworks hiding in the western suburbs, it should be fine." I shook my head with a joking tone: "No need. Be careful or you'll get arrested." The man relaxed a bit. "Then tomorrow night, just wait for me directly in the western suburbs." I hummed in acknowledgment. A message popped up on my phone—flight ticket purchase successful. But Hector seemed to suddenly sense something and repeated: "You must wait for me." I promised him: "Okay." But the next night, he still didn't come. Connor apologetically told me that Hector had a meeting and would be a bit late. But on social media, Layla was admiring flowers in the park in the western suburbs, and Hector was right there with her. I glanced at the time. My flight would take off in four hours. I probably wouldn't have the chance to tell him this news in person. Countdown: three hours. I lay on the bed. The witch was beside me preparing the ritual needed to dissolve the mate bond. Soon, the ritual began. Something seemed to be pulled from my body. Covered in cold sweat, while feeling the pain, I thought of Hector's promise to me yesterday and couldn't help laughing. If he knew this was the last time I'd wait for him to fulfill his promise, would he immediately come back to see me? On the ceiling, the villa's luxurious chandelier cast light down on me. I looked at this room—this was his compensation for hurting me the hundredth time. Leaving here had meaning too. Countdown ended. The witch completed her ritual as promised. The witch revealed a smile: "Congratulations, Nora. The mate bond has been dissolved." I closed my eyes and felt the invisible shackle inside me finally shatter. That vague pull, the pain, the uncontrollable sense of belonging—all dissipated. At this point, my marriage was completely over. I picked up my suitcase, ready to leave. The highway to the airport was a bit congested. I sat in the car and happened to look over to see Hector hurriedly driving toward the western suburbs. I lowered my head, realizing this brief passing would be forever. But Hector suddenly stopped his car and looked in my direction...
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