Chapter 2

In the office, news of Layla's return to Dubois pack was playing on TV.

The man's gaze remained locked on the news footage, those deep eyes reflecting Layla's image.

Even when he took the property transfer agreement I handed him, his slender fingers gripped the pen and signed without hesitation.

Villa No. 1 in the western suburbs—a property in Dubois pack that money couldn't buy.

It wasn't important in Hector's heart.

Just like me in his heart—equally unimportant.

When the news ended, the man was in a good mood. He casually tossed the pen on the desk with a crisp sound, pushed the agreement toward me while joking carelessly:

"I've transferred over sixty houses to you, right? You're a little rich woman now."

The barely suppressed joy in his tone wasn't to congratulate me.

It was only because his beloved Layla had returned to the pack.

I stood in front of his desk, my slender fingers smoothing the corners of the agreement, and nodded. "The western suburbs villa has an ocean view. I really like it."

I didn't tell him this was actually the 100th property he'd transferred to me.

Hector and I are fated mates.

Back then, we fell in love at first sight. As an Alpha, Hector didn't care at all that I was just an ordinary wolf. His love for me was generously passionate.

At a moonlight ball once, we danced one dance after another. Afterward, we lay together on the lawn looking at the stars. Hector held my shoulder and told me "I love you" a hundred times.

I smiled with narrowed eyes and made him a promise: "If you make me sad in the future, I'll leave you after the hundredth time."

Under the moonlight, Hector kissed my eyes: "I swear I'll make you happy. I'll never give myself the chance to hurt you."

Hector broke his word.

His love for me didn't last long—only until the day Layla first returned to the country.

It was our first wedding anniversary.

I waited in the candlelight dinner Hector had personally prepared, happily waiting for him to come home.

But all I got was a property transfer agreement and a cold apology.

"Sorry Nora, I missed our anniversary. Will you forgive me?"

I ignored the strong, unfamiliar perfume scent on him and hoarsely forgave him for the first time.

What followed was the second time, the third time, the fourth time...

It was through so many betrayals that I learned Hector had loved his childhood sweetheart Layla since they were young. But when Hector wanted to confess to Layla, she met and fell in love with her own fated mate.

Layla followed her mate to another pack. Hector was heartbroken. It was under these circumstances that he met me.

After that, we fell in love, got married, and everything seemed happy. Then Layla's mate died, so Layla came back.

And Hector chose without hesitation to go find Layla.

In five years of marriage, he abandoned me countless times to accompany his childhood sweetheart.

Eventually, he even started proactively giving me a house before going to find Layla.

From the first house to the ninety-ninth.

Every time, I forgave him.

And now, it was exactly the hundredth time.

Hector, after this time, I won't need to forgive you anymore.

Thinking this, I smiled with relief and looked at him calmly.

Hector froze, and his deep blue eyes actually showed a trace of reluctance.

Then with some hesitation, he said to me: "When I get back, I'll take you to see the fireworks."

In the past, whenever he showed even a hint of softness, it would become my fantasy of trying to win him back.

I would cry and beg, then despair.

Because Hector would always pry my fingers away one by one and coldly leave two words:

"Crazy."

Fortunately, I'd already been crazy ninety-nine times.

And now, the hundred times were complete.

I didn't need to continue this self-deception anymore.

Because in the stack of contracts I'd just handed him, I'd secretly hidden a divorce agreement.

I also found a witch who could help dissolve the mate bond. The witch said she needed to prepare and would perform the dissolution in 30 days.

Hector.

Thirty days from now, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore.