64 Insanity
48 Points
Lucian
I couldn’t believe the extent of Tina’s selfishness. I’d known she could be impulsive, even irrational-but this? This was something else entirely.
She was barely breathing when we arrived at the hospital. I hadn’t stopped to read the note she left; there hadn’t been time. But now that she was stable and the doctors were trying to flush whatever poison she’d taken out of her system, I sat down in the corridor, numb and tired, and reached for it.
I hadn’t meant to leave without grabbing my phone. I’d meant to call Mara-needed to-but I’d left everything in the panic. When I tried to find her parents to explain, I was told they were off duty. Everything had spiraled so fast, and now all I had in my hand was a note stained with tears and desperation.
I sat down on one of the uncomfortable hallway chairs and opened it. The handwriting was rushed. Some of the ink had smudged. I took a breath and read:
“Lucian,
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. I’m sorry for what I did, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
We were together for seven years. I thought it would always be us. Then your stepmother destroyed everything.
Still, I held on. I hoped you’d remember what we had. But you forgot me-completely. As if we never existed.
When you told me to move on, it broke me. It showed how little I meant to you. I could never picture you with anyone else. I got pregnant because I wanted something real from those seven years-something of you.
We were hated. Mocked. But I stayed. I loved you through all of it. Yes, I asked for an open relationship-but only because I knew your father would never let us last. I never wanted anyone else.
That one night… was a mistake. One I regret every day.
I came to the mansion to fight for us, to make you remember. But instead, you shut me out.
You let your wife handle me like I was some problem to get rid of. You didn’t say a single kind word. And then I had to
hear you with her-again and again.
You didn’t even check on me after the hospital.
So now I’m letting go. I hope you’re happy without me.
Everything I did was out of love.
Forever yours,
Tina
I stared at the paper, hands trembling.
I had no words.
I should have handled it better. That much was true. I’d tried to create distance, to push her into letting go, but maybe I hadn’t thought about what that would really look like for her. I thought she’d adjust. That she’d eventually meet someone
else. That time would dull it.
But I was wrong. So wrong.
Still… none of this justified what she did.
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None of it made it right.
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I didn’t love her anymore. Not in the way she wanted-if I ever truly had. And Mara? Mara was my heart now. The woman I’d claimed, chosen, and built a future with.
1 couldn’t speak after reading her letter.
I just… couldn’t.
That was how she saw things? Twisted and tragic, like dying would somehow relieve me? As if her death would be a mercy to me-like I hadn’t already moved on, like I wasn’t allowed to live a life she didn’t script.
Tina had always struggled with boundaries, but this? This was beyond desperation.
I never denied the baby.
Never mistreated her.
I only asked her to move on. I begged her to start over-for her sake, not mine. But now I realized she never wanted to.
She wanted permanence in whatever way she could claim it. And when she couldn’t have me, she’d settled for leaving
behind pain as proof that she mattered.
The thing is, if she hadn’t gotten pregnant, none of this would’ve happened. I would have supported her from a distance. I
would have helped her settle into a new life. I didn’t hate her-I pitied her. And still, I respected her.
But my heart?
That belonged to Mara.
I didn’t have to work at loving my wife-it just happened. She made me better, gave my life meaning beyond power or
position. She was strong in a way Tina never let herself be.
And when Tina forced her way into the Nighthorn mansion, knowing exactly what it would mean-knowing my wife was
there-what did she expect? A warm welcome? An invitation to share my bed?
I would have kept her comfortable, yes. Paid for her apartment. Taken care of the baby. But she wanted more than
comfort-she wanted control.
And now this.
I crushed the note in my hand and shoved it in my pocket. There was nothing else to say. No clarity, no closure. Just
damage.
I sat back and waited for the doctors, but time dragged. Eventually, I fell asleep slumped in a chair in the hallway.
“Alpha Lucian. Alpha Lucian.”
I blinked awake, disoriented. The doctor stood over me, clipboard in hand.
“We’ve done all we can, sir,” he said.
My chest tightened, waiting for the blow.
“She’s stable. Still unconscious, but she’s under observation. You can check on her.”
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my pulse.
“And the baby?”
He hesitated. “Still viable-for now. But we won’t know the extent of the damage until after birth. The toxins she ingested could have long-term effects.”
That broke me.
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Not for her.
But for the child.
My child-possibly-who now had to bear the consequences of their mother’s recklessness.
She’d wanted to hurt me?
Well… she had.
I walked into her room, and there she lay, still and pale like a ghost. Peaceful, almost, if I didn’t know better. I stood at the
foot of the bed, hands in my pockets, and stared.
I couldn’t yell at her. Couldn’t rage.
There was no point.
She’d already done enough damage.
And if she wanted to know whether she’d gotten to me?
Yes.
She had.
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