Chapter 112
Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and got into my car.
The drive back to the pack house was a blur, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn’t control.
By the time I arrived, I felt numb, the cold reality of the situation settling over me like a heavy blanket.
As I walked into the house, I noticed immediately that the group photo on the wall had been taken down.
It was a small detail, but it felt like the final nail in the coffin.
Leo had erased every trace of what we once were, leaving nothing but emptiness in its place.
I stood in the living room, staring at the blank space on the wall where the photo had once hung.
How could everything have changed so drastically in just one night?
The night was already late, the darkness outside pressing in on me from all sides.
The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting an eerie glow across the room.
I sat down on the couch, feeling utterly lost.
Minutes turned into hours, and I sat there, staring blankly into the darkness.
I didn’t even notice when a figure entered the room, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor.
It wasn’t until he was standing in front of me that I looked up, my eyes meeting Narik’s concerned gaze.
“What are you doing here so late at night, Elizabeth?”
Narik’s voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh words I had exchanged with Leo earlier.
I managed a weak smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Narik sat down beside me, his presence comforting in a way I hadn’t expected.
“Had a fight with him?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
The pain was still too raw, the wound too fresh.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Because of what? Does it have anything to do with me?”
His question caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond.
But then the words came tumbling out, and I told him everything–what Leo had done, what he had said to me.
Narik listened quietly, his expression a mix of shock and concern.
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When I finished, he reached out and gently took my hand, his touch warm and reassuring.
“If I had been the one to meet you first, Elizabeth, I would never have let you get so upset.”
I looked at him, trying to gauge the sincerity in his words.
But all I could see was that same gentle, concern, the same warmth that had always been there.
“Stop joking around, Narik,” I said, though my voice lacked the usual bite.
Chapter 112
I didn’t notice the slightly pained expression that crossed his face.
Narik was silent for a moment, as if lost in thought..
Then he spoke, his voice soft.
“Leo must have had some kind of misunderstanding when he acted like that. Although he’s an impulsive bastard, I can tell that he really loves you. He cares about you a lot.”
“Misunderstanding?”
I echoed, frowning as I thought back to the events of the past few days.
Could it really be a misunderstanding?
What could have possibly caused Leo to act this way?
The only thing that came to mind was the brief encounter I had with Rolin that day.
But that had been nothing more than a conversation–one about my mother, no less.
Surely Leo wouldn’t have misunderstood that… would he?
“And…”
Narik hesitated again before continuing.
“I saw him go diamond ring shopping last weekend. Odds are he has plans to re–propose to you.”
I froze, the shock of his words momentarily overriding the pain in my heart.
A proposal? After everything that had happened?
“No way,” I finally said, my voice flat. The irony of it all was too much. “I’m going to pack my things and get out of here.”
Leo’s POV
The Arizona luxury clubhouse buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room filled with elegantly dressed women and men enjoying their night out.
Soft music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the conversations and the occasional burst of laughter.
The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the rich aroma of fine whiskey.
I sat alone on the plush sofa, my mind restless. Despite the lively atmosphere around me, I felt a growing irritation bubbling inside.
The room was filled with beautiful women, their smiles and laughter a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me.
I took a slow sip of my wine, the deep red liquid leaving a bitter taste on my tongue.
A stunning woman approached me, her dress shimmering under the lights.
She flashed a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with interest.
But for some reason, I couldn’t muster any attraction.
