The private jet cabin was quiet and spacious.
Felix satfortably in the soft leather seat<b>, </b>his little head turning left and right, eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.
“Mommy<b>, </b>this seat can give massages–and there’s even a little light!”
He lowered his voice and leaned in close to my ear, whispering like it was a secret, “This ne is way nicer than the ones we used to take.”
I smiled and gently patted his head. “That’s because this is ckwood Pack’s private aircraft. Of course it’sfortable.”
He nodded, eyes shining. “So cool!”
He nced secretly at Alexander, who was seated not far from us, then whispered again,
“Mom… is that man the Alpha of the ckwood Pack? He’s really nice to us. Nicer than Daddy.”
I followed his gaze.
Alexander sat a few seats away, flipping through a stack of contract papers. His expression was calm, focused. His presence steady and grounded.
I paused for a moment, then answered softly,
“He was Mommy’s best friend when I was little.”
Felix gave a quiet “Oh,” clearly satisfied with that answer.
He shifted in myp, resting his head gently on my shoulder.
“Mommy<b>, </b>I’m kinda tired.”
I rubbed his back lightly and whispered,
“Then take a nap, sweetheart. We still have a bit of flying ahead.”
He slowly closed his eyes in my arms.
And as I looked out at the sea of clouds rushing past the window, for the first time in what felt like forever, a sense of peace settled into my heart.
Foster’s POV
Thadn’t slept all night. 1
By the time I got home<b>, </b>the sky was just beginning to lighten.
“Summer? Felix? I’m home.”
The vi echoed with silence.
A creeping sense of dread began to rise in my chest.
I tried to reach her through <b>the </b>mindlink–but it was blocked.
My throat tightened. A terrible thought started forming in my mind.
I pulled out my phone <b>to </b>call <b>her</b>, but before <b>I </b>could dial, a call came in from the hospital.
“Alpha Foster–bad news. Luna has discovered the truth. The legal notice just arrived at the hospital…”
I hung up immediately and dialed Summer’s number.
Two rings. Then the automated voice message:
“The number you’re calling has been turned off.<b>” </b>
I opened our chat and typed:
[Summer, where are you?]
【I know this is hard to ept, but can we talk?<b>] </b>
【I’m sorry. I was wrong. Tell me where you are–I’lle get you.】
Every second of waiting felt like torture.
She used to reply within ten seconds.
<b>Now</b><b>… </b>it was like she had vanished.
I could still feel the sting of yesterday’s p on my palm.
I could still see the hatred and despair in her eyes.
I should’ve known then-
I had truly broken her heart.
I rushed upstairs, taking three steps at a time, and threw open the master bedroom door.
“Summer…”
The room was empty.
I opened the closet with trembling hands.
Her side was already cleaned out.
She was gone.
She had taken everything–including Felix’s things.
As I turned around, something underfoot caught and jolted me.
I looked down.
A diamond ringy quietly on the floor, its shine piercing my eyes like a de.
It was the one I bought for our third anniversary, in Zurich.
I had told her<b>, </b>
“My love for you is like <b>this </b>diamond–forever brilliant.”
How ironic<b>. </b>The diamond still sparkled.
But my heart–and our marriage–had turned <b>to </b>dust.
+15 <b>BONUS </b>
I bent down to pick it up<b>, </b>but before <b>I </b>could, I heard the sound of heels behind me.
Suzanna had entered without me noticing.
She stepped forward<b>, </b>picked up the ring with practiced ease, and slipped it onto her finger.
She smiled. “It’s beautiful, Alpha Foster. Don’t you think?”
I stared at the ring–her fingers<b>–</b>my chest tightening.
“Take it off,” I said, my voice hoarse and cold.
She froze<b>, </b>smile faltering.
She tried to speak, but no words came out.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>said, take it off.”
This time<b>, </b>I used my Alpha tone.
She paled, lowered her eyes, and slowly twisted the ring off.
She passed it back to me, and I clenched it in my fist.
The cold metal bit into my skin, a sharp reminder that all of this… was real.