Chapter 3

I endured the pain and went to the private clinic I usually visited. The doctor was preparing to clean my wounds when Caius rushed in and pulled away my anesthesiologist.

"Hurry, Raven's in a lot of pain. Give her anesthesia right away!"

"But this lady..."

Caius seemed to only now notice me, frowning as he was about to speak.

"It's fine. You can go."

The doctor hesitated, but still followed him out.

I turned to the assistant beside me. "Just pick out the glass shards directly."

The assistant froze. "But without anesthesia, it'll be really painful. Can you handle it?"

"It's fine. Let's start."

Throughout the entire process, I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound.

By the end, even the assistant couldn't help but remark, "You really can endure pain."

I said nothing.

Yes, if I couldn't endure, I would have broken down countless times over these years.

After treating the wounds, I returned home.

When I opened the door, the faint aroma of soup came from the kitchen.

The maid heard the noise and turned around. Seeing me, she looked slightly awkward.

"Luna Alicia, Alpha Caius told me to take this soup to Miss Raven after it's done. Her hand is injured, so Alpha Caius wants me to stay there and take care of her for the next few days."

When her gaze swept over my bandage-wrapped arms, she hesitated.

"Should I... save you a bowl too?"

I smiled, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "No need."

Even a maid knew to show concern for me.

But the Alpha who'd shared my bed for seven years couldn't spare a single word of care.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

I opened it to see a formal job offer from Frosthowl pack, whom I'd interviewed with online—they were inviting me to work as a trainer at their pup training school.

I replied to the email without hesitation, confirming my start date with them.

Then I quickly opened the travel booking page and selected a departure date seven days from now.

With no one home, it would make my departure easier.

Although my hands weren't fully functional yet, I quickly packed my luggage.

After packing, I stood in the room and looked around.

I'd lived here for seven years. It was impossible to say I had no regrets, but more than anything, I felt the lightness of liberation.

I dialed his number one last time. When he answered, his voice was full of impatience.

"Alicia, you still have the nerve to call?"

"I'm telling you, if Raven has any lasting effects from this, you better watch out!"

I opened my mouth, but realized there was nothing left to say.

Wolves heal extremely quickly. Besides, Raven only had a tiny scratch—it might have already healed by now. How could there possibly be any lasting effects?

But I knew saying any of this would be pointless. Caius simply couldn't stand me.

In the end, he didn't wait for my answer and hung up directly.

I stood there, slowly lowering my phone, a self-mocking smile curling at the corner of my lips.

I pulled out the original marriage agreement and signed my name on the attached divorce agreement, placing it on the desk in the study.

I left no note, no message.

I trusted he would understand.

As I left, I couldn't help but feel grateful that he'd never marked me. Now that I was leaving, all I needed was divorce paperwork.

Dragging my suitcase, I left the house and checked into a quiet little hotel.

During those seven days at the hotel, I rested quietly.

He didn't send a single message or make a single call during that time.

Seven days later, I sat in the airport waiting area, waiting to board.

My phone suddenly rang. His name appeared on the screen.

I glanced at it and turned off my phone without hesitation.

The name on the screen disappeared in a flash, just like this marriage—completely over.

Then I boarded the flight to my new life, without looking back.