Chapter 3

"Let's get divorced."

We spoke at the same time.

I looked up in shock, only to see Coran's face light up with joy.

"That's great! Rowenna, you know?"

Confusion flashed across my face.

Coran had already pulled out divorce papers. "This is the divorce agreement. If everything looks good, just sign it."

"After all, we as a married couple owe Mira. I'll marry her, and you'll give up your Luna position to her so she can participate in pack affairs as Luna. Consider it compensation."

"Don't worry, we won't break the mate bond. You'll still technically be my wife. I'll take care of you anyway. Being a housewife from now on isn't bad."

By the time I finished signing, I finally processed what Coran had said.

"Coran, do you remember what you promised me?"

Coran paused, seemingly trying to recall.

Clearly, he'd forgotten. When I spent two years trying to conceive, drinking countless potions from witches and taking countless fertility shots before finally having this child, he'd promised me, "You've sacrificed so much for me. I'll make sure you become the most respected and happiest Luna among all the packs."

Now he wanted a divorce and to make Mira the new Luna.

The door opened and Mira walked in. "Rowenna, are you feeling better?"

Coran warned me with his eyes not to say anything.

I smiled with tears in my eyes. "How can I be better with a bitch like you around? Seducing my husband wasn't enough—now you want to steal my Luna position. Mira, you're shameless beyond belief."

Her face went white as a sheet.

Tears fell like broken pearls.

Coran's face darkened. "Rowenna!"

"Am I wrong? She's barely in her twenties and already knows how to climb into her own brother-in-law's bed! Isn't that slutty?"

I raised my voice. People around us looked at her with mockery.

Coran pulled her into his arms and sneered at me. "Who's more slutty than you? At eighteen, you went to a bar and someone drugged you with an aphrodisiac. I took you to the hospital, but you refused treatment and insisted on having sex with me in the woods..."

Contemptuous ridicule echoed around us.

My face went from pale to red. I lunged at him in fury.

Mira suddenly blocked his path and took the slap. "Rowenna, if you're going to blame someone, blame me. Everything is my fault. Coran already works so hard."

"Rowenna, what's wrong with you!"

Pain flashed in Coran's eyes as he pushed me away roughly.

My belly hit the corner of the table hard. Blood spread beneath me.

Coran shouted for a doctor in shock. Mira cried and hit Coran.

"Rowenna, I didn't mean to. Please don't let anything happen to you..."

Coran watched with tears as I was wheeled into the operating room.

In the darkness, surgical clamps spread me open—a tearing pain.

I cried my heart out. My life flashed before my eyes like a panorama.

It was eighteen-year-old Coran on the grass, fingers intertwined with mine. "Rowenna, I'll treat you well for a lifetime."

A lifetime—it turned out to only be seven years...