Chapter 3

He suddenly grabbed my chin, the force so great it felt like he'd crush my bones.

"Elara, you dare say I'm disgusting? You, a secondhand Omega abandoned by Kael, what right do you have to despise me?"

"Let me tell you, you'll endure this disgust today whether you like it or not!"

He dragged me toward the master bedroom. I struggled desperately.

But against an Alpha's natural strength, my resistance was as insignificant as an ant's.

Bang! The master bedroom door was kicked open.

Everything here was decorated by my own hands.

My favorite cashmere rug, and that custom-made king-size bed Cian had specially ordered.

When buying it, Cian said he wanted to hold me while sleeping for a lifetime.

But now, Lila's lace underwear was scattered across this bed, and my silk pillowcase was thrown on the floor, covered in footprints.

Cian threw me roughly onto the single sofa by the bed, loosening his tie, and shouted toward the door: "Lila, come here."

Lila swayed her hips as she walked in, wearing my white rose embroidered silk robe—a gift Cian gave me when we first married.

When she saw me, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes, though she pretended to look frightened.

"Cian, Elara seems angry. Maybe we should just forget it..."

"Forget it?" Cian sneered coldly, pulling her into his arms and kissing her lips roughly.

"Why forget it? She finds me disgusting, doesn't she? I'll make her watch her fill."

He leaned down to kiss Lila, his hand wandering freely beneath the robe's hem. Lila deliberately released exaggerated moans.

"Elara, don't be angry. Cian said you're always cold as ice, like a block of wood. Being with you is no fun at all."

"He also said no woman has ever made him this happy like I do."

Cian chuckled low, biting her earlobe:

"You understand me best. Unlike some people who lie in my arms like a corpse."

His gaze fell on me, filled with cold hatred:

"Watch carefully, Elara. This is what a woman should be like. You thought I really liked your holier-than-thou act? I only took pity on you and brought you home."

He carried Lila onto the bed where we once slept embracing each other. Lila's moans were deliberately amplified, like needles stabbing into my heart one by one.

I sat on the sofa, body rigid, without even the strength to move.

I watched them rolling on my bed, watched Cian caressing Lila.

I remembered how he once held me, whispering in my ear: "Elara, I'll never let you cry again."

I remembered when my depression flared up, he held me through the entire night, saying "I'm here, don't be afraid."

I remembered him saying "Marry me, I'll protect you for life."

It was all fake.

Five years ago, Kael and Lila betrayed me.

Five years later, Cian and Lila delivered an even crueler blow.

My head throbbed, phantom ringing starting in my ears.

All the negative emotions I'd buried deep inside surged up like a tide, drowning me instantly.

I trembled as I pulled my antidepressants from my pocket, pouring out a handful to shove into my mouth, but my shaking hands scattered the pills across the floor.

"Oh my, what's wrong with Elara?" Lila lifted her head from Cian's embrace, asking with feigned surprise.

"Taking medication now? Are you so upset seeing us that you're going crazy?"

Cian glanced at the pills on the floor without any sympathy.

"Being upset is right. When you made me stand outside your wedding all night, watching you marry someone else, did you think about how upset I was? I'm just letting you taste what I felt back then. This is nothing."

He thought I would cry, beg him, break down and hit him like I did five years ago.

But I didn't.

I pulled out another unopened bottle of antidepressants from my pocket.

Right in front of them, I poured the entire bottle of white pills into my mouth.

The bitter taste instantly filled my mouth. I didn't even drink water, just forced them down.

The smile on Cian's face instantly froze. He roughly pushed Lila away and rushed toward me: "Elara! Are you insane! What did you take!"