Sabrina blushed, ducking her head, and Lucian nodded proudly as though he deserved praise.
I watched them, hands curling into fists so tightly my nails broke skin.
Just two more weeks. Two more weeks, and I would be gone from Lucian Blackwood’s life forever.
Lucian followed the healer into her office to retrieve Sabrina’s prenatal results. Sabrina, meanwhile, murmured something about needing to use the restroom—but she didn’t move an inch. She simply lingered in the hallway, waiting.
The moment their footsteps faded behind the door, she drawled, voice dripping with mock amusement, “You can come out now. You’ve been hiding there long enough. Haven’t you stared your fill?”
I stepped out from behind the corner, keeping my expression as blank as stone.
Seeing my silence, Sabrina’s mask slipped; irritation flared through her eyes, quickly sharpening into ridicule.
“What’s wrong?” she taunted. “Not even a shred of dignity left? You’ve always known Lucian never chose you. Yet here you are, clinging to that Luna title like it means something.”
A cold, humorless laugh escaped me. “And you don’t feel embarrassed being the wolf who crawls into another woman’s marriage knowingly?”
Sabrina smirked, brushing her hand over her belly with a careless sort of pride. “I knew Lucian long before you ever crossed his path. If I hadn’t gone overseas, you never would’ve become Mrs. Blackwood in the first place.”
Then she leaned closer, voice syrupy and triumphant. “And now that I’m back—carrying his pup—it’s about time you remove yourself from the picture.”
I had known, from the very beginning of our bond, that Lucian had a woman he once deemed his fated one. But I never imagined her presence in his heart ran this deep—that she could simply return and eclipse everything we had built.
Pain ripped through my chest so sharply that I had to steady myself. My grip tightened instinctively on the document in my hand.
Sabrina noticed—and in a quick, snatching motion, she ripped the report away from me.
She scanned the conclusion, and her laughter exploded down the hallway—wild, cruel, echoing off the walls.
“Cancer?” she shrieked with glee. “Tell me, Vivienne, what do you think? Will you even survive long enough to birth that little mutt? Or will the two of you die together before that?”