Chapter 2

The next morning, the door swung open.

Ethan strutted in to pack his things, looking on top of the world.

I was sitting on the couch, eyes swollen and red.

"Are you really leaving?"

My voice came out raw and broken, a tear splashing perfectly onto the back of my hand.

"For five years, my entire world revolved around you. How am I supposed to survive without you?"

He paused for a second, a smug, mocking smirk spreading across his face.

"Cut the drama, Summer. Aren't you seeing another wolf already?" He adjusted his tie casually. "We had a good run. Don't act like I'm the bad guy kicking you out."

I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I only said that because I was angry! There is no other wolf! I just wanted you to spend more time with me..."

I cried like my heart was being ripped out. "If you take this apartment, where will I live? I won't have anything left! You're basically leaving me out to die!"

Hearing that I hadn't actually cheated, he froze in shock before his smug pride practically blew the roof off.

He really believed he was that irresistible—that I couldn't live without him.

"Man, why put yourself through that?" He sighed, adopting a generous, magnanimous tone. "Claire is sweet, and she doesn't want to see you out on the streets. Tell you what, I'll transfer the three hundred thousand credits from our shared account to you. Consider it your severance pay."

Eager to show Claire how cleanly he could handle me, and desperate to flex his wealth, he pulled out his ID card on the spot and transferred all the credits straight to my account.

Watching the notification ping on my screen, I kept my head down, biting my lip to suppress the vicious smirk fighting its way onto my face.

The second he finished hauling his luggage downstairs, I wiped away every trace of that pathetic act.

Drying my tears, I fired up my laptop and logged straight into the Pack Internal Database—where his credentials were still saved.

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For five years, he had genuinely believed I was too plain and naive to suspect a thing. He hadn't even bothered to change his passwords.

All those sickening text exchanges, call logs, and Claire's prenatal ultrasound reports—I saved every single one.

That afternoon, I printed out the entire trail of evidence and mailed it straight to Claire's parents, retired high school teachers who valued their squeaky-clean reputation more than life itself.

The very next morning, explosive screaming echoed from downstairs.

Claire's parents had taken a red-eye flight, storming into the building and banging open her door.

"You shameless little wretch! We spent our life savings putting you through college, and you move across the country to become a homewrecking mistress?!"

Loud slaps rang out between Claire's hysterical sobs.

Her father was trembling with fury, practically roaring.

"Pregnant before marriage? You dragged our entire family name through the mud! If you don't get rid of that baby today, consider yourself disowned!"

Ethan scrambled to throw himself in front of Claire, only for her mother to rake her nails across his face, drawing bright red streaks of blood.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Tricking my daughter into having your bastard? If you don't give us a straight answer and cough up five hundred thousand dollars in compensation, I swear I'll ruin you!"

While chaos swallowed the apartment below, I casually poured myself a glass of red wine.

Ethan was definitely in full panic mode right now, desperate for cash to shut her parents up.

Too bad he didn't have a single cent left.

Just yesterday, I took his credit cards on a little shopping spree at the luxury mall downtown.

After suffering such emotional trauma, a girl needs to treat herself, right?

Top-shelf wellness supplements, designer bags, high-end jewelry—I swiped without blinking.

Once his checking was drained, I tapped straight into his backup credit lines.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars in limit, completely maxed out in a single morning.

Alert after alert popped up on his phone, but I just blocked his number and enjoyed my wine.

Right now, he was being squeezed dry by Claire's furious parents, yet he couldn't even scrape together next month's rent.