I've been married to Alpha Connor for five years, yet he's never marked me. For five years, he's had an endless parade of mistresses. When he caught us in bed together yet again, Connor finally showed some reaction. Only this time, it was me lying naked in bed. Soon enough, he regained his composure and even thoughtfully tore open a condom for me. "I told you from the start we'd each do our own thing after marriage. Glad you finally listened." Then he smiled as he tore open the condom and handed it to the man on top of me: "Be careful not to get her pregnant." As he left, he even patiently reminded me: "I'll be right next door. Have fun, and if you need any pointers on technique, feel free to ask anytime." Watching his carefree retreating figure, I lowered my head. This five-year marriage needed to end. "Luna Clara, should we continue?" The man on the bed looked at me, his eyes seemingly filled with pity. I awkwardly got out of bed and stiffly pulled on my clothes, my heart sour and bitter. I took out a stack of cash and handed it to him. "I don't want a fourth person knowing about tonight." When I came out of the room, Connor was waiting in the hallway with his arm around his mistress Yvette, looking at me with a mocking smile. "I thought you'd finally grown a spine, but turns out this is all you've got?" I froze and looked up at him. Connor laughed. "Clara, since we agreed not to interfere with each other, even if you actually had sex with someone else, I would never make a scene and cause a commotion like you do. Don't worry, I'm very generous." These words made my breath catch. Yes. He was indeed generous. In a situation like earlier, even if it was just an act, no wolf would say something so casually like Connor just did. It was simply because he didn't care. He didn't care about me, so nothing I did would stir any waves in his heart. Between us, I was always the one who couldn't be generous enough. That's why five years ago, when I first discovered him having sex with someone else, I showed a completely different reaction than his current one. I smashed everything I could, cried hysterically, acted like a madwoman. But Connor showed no excess emotion from beginning to end. He just quietly watched me and sighed: "Clara, if it weren't for your father being the Alpha of Ironpaw pack, we never would have gotten married." "We're just a political alliance between Dubois pack and Ironpaw pack. Why make such a spectacle of yourself?" I felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me instantly. My heart went completely cold. Connor would never understand how I felt at that moment, just like he didn't know I'd had a crush on him since childhood. Because I liked him, even when I met my fated mate at eighteen, I told him I had feelings for someone else and broke the mate bond. He would never know that when I learned he was my arranged marriage partner, my heart soared like it was flying on clouds. Because he said we were just a political alliance, I, his wife in name only, no longer had the right to even question his later scandals. After bringing a mistress home to have sex one time, Connor told me: "I'm not marking you because I don't want to be bound by the mate bond. That's also why I broke up with my fated mate. I still want to have sex with many women. Of course, you can also find other men to sleep with. We're just a political alliance. We can each do our own thing." Facing one instance after another of catching him in bed with others, I gradually evolved from hysteria to calm, and finally to numb. Like now, though I was still sad, I could finally calmly accept the fact that our marriage was coming to an end. I looked at Connor, gathered my composure, and mimicked his manner, curving my lips into a smile. "Sorry for the poor performance." Connor froze, looking somewhat confused, unable to read me for the first time. But Yvette, standing beside him, laughed out loud and said coquettishly, "Connor, how can you say that to Luna Clara?" "She went through all that trouble to strip naked and throw herself into another man's arms just to get your attention, to make you jealous! How can she save face after what you just said?" She pushed Connor toward me and poked his chest. "You should comfort her! Look, Luna Clara is about to cry." Hearing this, Connor glanced at me and smiled carelessly. "It's just a political alliance. I have no obligation to comfort anyone." "Deal with your own emotions. If you don't want to embarrass yourself again, don't do such laughable stupid things in the future." He pulled Yvette's slender waist back into his embrace. "I promised to spend tonight with you. How could I break my word?" After speaking, he didn't bother looking at me again and turned to enter the room. The moment the door closed, Yvette glanced back at me, her eyes filled with undisguised triumph and provocation. Soon, intimate sounds began. It seemed like they wouldn't stop until her voice was hoarse. They knew I hadn't left, and I knew they were doing it on purpose. I don't know how long I stood outside the door until both legs went completely numb before I stumbled home and called my lawyer. "Draft a divorce agreement for me. Get it to me as soon as possible." Since Connor kept saying it was a political alliance, it shouldn't matter if I changed alliance partners. After all, which Alpha I married for political reasons was all the same, wasn't it?
This time Connor disappeared longer than ever before. He was nowhere to be seen for nearly half a month, but Yvette's social media updates appeared on time every night. Auctions, banquets, various elite social gatherings—even the private island where I had my honeymoon was now graced with her presence. Yvette truly deserved to be Connor's longest-standing mistress. She always knew exactly how to hurt me. Rather than showing off, this was more like provocation. But unfortunately, she would be disappointed this time. Since I had already decided to let go completely, I wouldn't waste emotions on Connor anymore. Just as I closed my phone to rest, a message from Yvette popped up. "I've prepared a gift for you. Hope you like it." It was followed by a trending topic link. The moment I clicked it, I felt like someone had stepped on my face. [Dubois Pack's Luna Clara Cheats During Marriage, Secret Late-Night Meeting with Lover!] Under the explosive headline were dozens of intimate photos from that night, showing my grief-stricken face and red-rimmed eyes. But my restraint and sadness were completely twisted in the netizens' mouths into filthy, unspeakable words. The comment section was flooded with unbearable insults directed at me. I scrolled through them one by one, shaking with anger. I was clearly the victim in this marriage, yet the real betrayer remained unscathed while I became the slut condemned by everyone. I finally calmed down and tried to get the trending topic removed, but they told me someone had paid a premium to keep this news on the front page for a full day and night. After hanging up, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cellar. Yvette didn't have that kind of power. The person backing her up, wanting to destroy my reputation, was Connor. I racked my brains but couldn't understand why he hated me so much. Five years of marriage, even if it was hollow, the feelings I had for him weren't fake. My care and concern for him weren't fake. Even if Connor had no feelings for me, there was no need to disgust me like this. Fortunately, I soon learned his answer. At the evening banquet the next afternoon, Connor and I attended together. Because I hadn't slept all night, I had a minor incident driving there and arrived a bit late. The banquet hall was very noisy, but I still spotted Connor immediately. He was surrounded by a group of wolves, with a woman leaning against him like she had no bones. Who else but Yvette? I was about to walk over when I heard his conversation with friends. "Connor, I saw the trending topic! I never thought you'd be the one getting cheated on. Clara's really something!" "That's what you get for stealing women from me. How's that karma treating you?" Someone teased: "Come on! You always brag about your experience. Can't you even see this? Those photos on the trending topic clearly show nothing real happened! Clara was obviously just putting on a show to win him back!" "But Connor, don't you think you went too far this time? Keeping it at the top of trending and letting people criticize and insult Clara—she's still a woman. How can she show her face in public after this?" Hearing this, Connor leisurely picked up his wine glass, a mocking smile curving his lips. "How else will she learn her lesson? I want her to never dare find a lover again, even if it's just an act." The person said in surprise: "You can have endless mistresses yourself, so why restrict Clara from finding lovers! Don't tell me that 'each do our own thing, don't interfere with each other' line you always spout only applies to others and not yourself?" Connor frowned and said nothing. "You're pretty slick. You don't fulfill your duties as a husband but demand she fulfill her duties as a wife. And because of your 'don't interfere with each other' line, she doesn't even have the right to be jealous or angry!" "As your buddy, I really envy you. Unlike me—my wife caused a scene at my company last month. I lost all face!" "Hey, how about this—when I get back, I'll make the same agreement with my wife. Just like you, we'll each do our own thing and not interfere. What do you think?" This time Connor laughed outright. "Don't. You absolutely shouldn't say that. If you do, just wait for your wife to break the mate bond and divorce you." "My situation is different from yours. After all, Clara likes me." His tone seemed both proud and teasing, but all the blood in my body instantly turned cold. So he knew I liked him.
Because I liked him, he could trample me without restraint, stepping on my dignity and letting his mistresses trample on it freely. All these years of suffering were simply because he knew I liked him. How ridiculous. Their conversation continued. "My God! Connor, you're such a bastard!" "But since Clara is devoted to you and you have no intention of divorcing her, why did you arrange for her to lose your baby when she was pregnant?" Hearing this, I instantly froze in place. He was right. I had once been pregnant with Connor's child. But at three months, there was an accident. On my way home, I was suddenly attacked by a group of Rogues. I was injured. When I barely escaped and got to the hospital, the baby couldn't be saved. Not only that, but the doctor announced on the spot that my body was damaged and I likely wouldn't be able to get pregnant again. What a coincidence—the wolf doctor who performed my abortion was Yvette. When I came out of the operating room, Connor showed me something like heartache for the first time. He walked over and hugged me, his tone rarely gentle. "It's okay. If the baby's gone, it's gone. As long as you're fine." I naively thought I had touched his heart back then. Now it seemed there was another story behind it. Connor's friend continued talking: "The doctor said Clara's situation was indeed dangerous, but with proper care, the baby might have been saved. But you went ahead and secretly sent her into the operating room without telling her, and the abortion left her with health problems." "I really don't know what you were thinking. Connor, can you tell me?" Hearing this, Connor's expression became complicated. Whether annoyed or something else, he lit a cigarette, squinted as he took a drag, and said irritably: "What else could it be? At the time, I hadn't had enough fun yet. I didn't want to be a father so early!" "Besides, Clara getting pregnant with my child was just trying to use it to control me. Our packs are just a political alliance. If a child affected the core interests of our Dubois pack, wouldn't that be counterproductive?" "Damaging her body wasn't my intention. I'll compensate her later. And don't mention this again. If she finds out, she'll probably make a fuss again." Hearing this, I couldn't control my trembling. Overwhelming and desperate emotions nearly swallowed me whole. When I came to my senses, I had already walked in front of Connor. With my appearance, the scene became so quiet only breathing could be heard. In this situation, even Connor couldn't stay calm. A flash of panic crossed his eyes. He glanced at me somewhat guiltily and coughed lightly. "Since you're here, come sit." I didn't move or speak. The atmosphere became extremely awkward. Seeing me like this, Connor felt embarrassed and frowned. I knew this was a sign he was about to get angry. I used to fear his anger most, but now I just silently took out the divorce agreement I had prepared and placed it in front of him. "Connor, I don't know when you'll have had enough fun, but I don't want to play along anymore. Sign this divorce agreement. After this, you can play however you want. I won't interfere anymore, and I'll never try to use a child to affect your Dubois pack's core interests." "Let's end things here."
Connor stared at the document in front of him, his expression extremely ugly. After a long while, he looked at me with a cold laugh. "Threatening me?" I smiled bitterly. "If that's what you think, then sure." He looked at me, dangerously narrowing his eyes, his tone somewhere between threatening and pressuring. "I'll ask you one last time. You really want to divorce me?" I nodded without hesitation. Seeing this, the watching friends exchanged glances and couldn't help but try to persuade me, but my attitude showed no sign of yielding. Connor had never lost face like this before. He immediately signed his name on the divorce agreement like it was spite, looked at me coldly, and said through gritted teeth: "Clara, you've got guts. Don't come crying back to me!" I ignored him, took the agreement, and turned to leave. Not long after I walked out, their conversation reached my ears again. This time Connor's friends were betting on how long it would take before I came back to him and begged. Everyone chimed in, getting more excited. Finally, Connor concluded: "Stop guessing. Three days at most. She'll definitely come crying back begging me not to divorce." Hearing this, I curved my lips in mockery. I was afraid he would be disappointed this time. Not only would I not go to him with my head down, I would make him lose all face! I tolerated him before only because I liked him, but now, there was no need to endure anymore. So after getting home, I immediately contacted the media, extracted surveillance footage of Connor messing around with numerous mistresses from our home security system, and posted it online. The most explosive footage was undoubtedly him and Yvette. I copied his approach exactly, letting this news hang on trending for a full day and night. Public opinion completely reversed. This time, they became the targets of everyone's condemnation. During this time, Connor kept calling, but I hung up every single time without exception. See? The knife only hurts when it cuts your own flesh. They should also experience what it feels like to be condemned by everyone. But what I didn't expect was that a few days later, the hospital called. "This is bad, Luna Clara. Your mother's condition suddenly relapsed. She needs surgery immediately!" My mother had been poisoned by wolfsbane years ago. Though the poison was later cured, it left her body damaged. She'd been bedridden for years. Three months ago she had just finished surgery and her health had slightly improved. I never expected something to happen at this critical moment. Even more unfortunately, my father wasn't around. He had recently gone abroad to handle business matters and couldn't return anytime soon. When I rushed to the hospital, the doctor explained the situation to me. "Luna Clara, the lesion has begun to spread. This surgery requires extreme precision, but your mother's previous attending physician went abroad to study half a month ago. It seems only his student, Dr. Yvette, can try. The situation is urgent. You need to decide quickly." Hearing this, I felt like I'd been hit with a club. But right now, compared to my mother's life, what was my dignity worth? Before I could find her, Yvette came to find me first. Connor stood beside her. When they saw me, neither looked pleased. After I explained the situation. Yvette said: "Clara, the stunt you pulled online almost cost me my job. Now you want me to help you. Shouldn't you apologize first?" I said, "What do you want me to do?" Yvette glanced at me and said with undisguised malice: "Unless you kneel down and beg me now, I might consider it." Hearing this, my eyes widened and I instinctively looked at Connor standing beside her. But Connor said: "When you're asking someone for help, you should have the right attitude. Whether to save your mother or not is up to you." With these words, the hope in my heart completely shattered. For my mother's sake, I could only throw my dignity on the ground for others to trample. The moment my knees hit the ground, I heard Yvette's undisguised mocking laughter. A moment later, my mother was sent into the operating room. After an agonizing wait, the light finally went out. Yvette walked out with two nurses. I rushed forward to ask about the situation, but she shook her head and said: "I did my best, but your mother's fate was sealed. There was nothing I could do." A nearby nurse whispered: "That's not true. If you hadn't... if you hadn't been distracted during the surgery, the patient wouldn't have..." She couldn't continue. Hearing this, my mind went completely blank. When I came to my senses, my hand had already landed heavily across Yvette's face. "You did it on purpose! Yvette! You did it on purpose, didn't you!" Seeing me like this, a flash of heartache crossed Connor's eyes. He reached out his hand toward me, about to say something, but when Yvette started crying, he changed his tune. "Clara, no surgery is one hundred percent successful. Yvette is a doctor. Why make her sound so terrible?" "Your mother had been ill for a long time. This might be a relief for her. You should thank Yvette, not be so aggressive like this." In this moment, my heart completely died. Over the next half month, I handled my mother's funeral and completely bid farewell to this disgusting place. The moment I boarded the plane. An explosive news story appeared on the homepage. [Alliance Between Ironpaw Pack and Dubois Pack Terminated, May Form Alliance with Ashclaw Pack Instead!] At the same time, Connor was awakened from his sleep by an urgent phone call!
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "NovelMaster" app ? search for "392101", and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster