Chapter 4

The calm words were like a thunderclap, shocking me in place.

"You... know?"

Lucas hummed in acknowledgment, hesitating:

"Someone saw you go to the hospital that day."

"Are you... alright?"

I paused, not understanding his meaning.

Lucas continued:

"If you need it, I can help you contact the best doctors. After all, you..."

He didn't finish.

But I knew what he meant.

Ordinary werewolves healed quickly after injuries and rarely got sick.

But I was different. I was a werewolf without a wolf.

So he just thought I was sick.

Not that he knew... I was pregnant.

My eyelashes trembled. Faced with this sudden concern from him, my heart remained extraordinarily calm.

Was it pity again?

This time, my role should be the family pet dog, right?

When the pet gets sick, of course the owner has to care.

I laughed self-deprecatingly, looked at Genevieve whose smile was barely hanging on, and explained:

"I just happened to be passing by, so I went in for a checkup."

After saying that, I left immediately, afraid the man would continue questioning.

Early the next morning, I packed my luggage and was about to leave when I ran into Agnes coming to clean.

Seeing me leave, there was no shock on her face, as if she'd expected it all along.

It seemed everyone assumed that Lucas didn't like me, that I was just a temporary substitute for Genevieve.

As I reached the courtyard, a series of sounds suddenly came from the second-floor balcony.

Someone was continuously throwing things down.

I looked back and saw it was the master bedroom I'd lived in for three years.

Bedsheets, cups, pillows...

Everything I hadn't been able to take with me was being thrown mercilessly from the balcony.

Seeing me off.

I didn't care.

After all, I hadn't planned to take those things anyway.

I took a deep breath and calmly left the estate I'd lived in for three years.

...

When Lucas returned, Agnes was throwing down our wedding photos.

In the photo, I stood carefully beside Lucas, my face wearing an innocent smile.

Completely different from who I was now.

The frame fell to the ground, glass shattering.

Lucas's steps stopped at that pile of debris.

He looked at that huge photograph and suddenly remembered that in the first year of our marriage, I'd seemed to smile a lot.

Completely different from the timid person he'd imagined.

I'd even firmly enacted a series of laws within the pack to protect the lives of those lower-ranking werewolves.

When did things start to change?

Lucas opened his mouth and said to his Beta Samuel: "Clean up this photo and put it... in the storage room."

Then he tried to call me, only to find he couldn't get through at all.

The explanation he'd prepared remained unsaid.

It made him irritable and restless.

Just as he was about to try again, Agnes came down from upstairs and said to Genevieve:

"Miss Genevieve, everything has been cleaned according to your requirements."

"Especially the master bedroom. I threw out everything of that person's that I could, and disinfected everything inside and out."

"But there was a document folder in the closet that I didn't dare open."

As she spoke, she pulled out a folder from her pocket.

Lucas put down his phone and took the document folder from Agnes's hand and opened it.

A folded pregnancy test report fell out.