Eros came outside, his voice sharp. “What are you doing? Are you deaf? I told you to cook something.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. His words didn’t matter anymore. Nothing he said could reach me.
“There’s food in the fridge,” I said, my voice cold and empty. “You can eat it yourself.”
As the flames grew higher, I thought about how much I hated this house now. The walls, the furniture—it all reeked of Daisy. The scent of her filled every corner, and it made my stomach turn. This house doesn’t belong to me anymore.
I set a timer. Tomorrow, when I was already gone, when I was far away, this house would burn to the ground. A fitting end for everything it had represented.
With one last glance at the fire, I grabbed the divorce agreement I had prepared after I was asked to leave the party last time. Thankfully, my good friend was able to make me this document in a rush. It was time to make this official.
When I returned inside, Eros was still on the phone with Daisy, completely ignoring me. I stood in front of him, holding the papers. “Sign this,” I said, my voice steady despite the pain. “It’s a pack issue agreement.”
Without even glancing up, he took the papers, signed them casually, and shoved them back at me. “Leave me alone now.”
I nodded, my heart breaking with every passing second. As I turned to leave, I whispered to myself, “I will. Forever.”
Remi's POV
I sat at the desk in the quiet corner of my bedroom, the weight of everything pressing on me. The pain, the betrayal, the rage—it all boiled together, clouding my thoughts. I had to do this. I had to leave, and for once, I wasn’t going to look back.
The pen shook in my hand as I began to write. It was hard to find the right words, but I knew I couldn’t leave without saying something. Something to Eros. Something to him that would mark the end of everything I had ever thought was real between us.
I began to write:
Eros,
I couldn’t stand this anymore. I’m done here. You’ve destroyed every part of me I thought you loved. I can’t pretend anymore, not for you, not for anyone. I’m leaving. For good.
You don’t know, do you? You didn’t even care to notice. I’m pregnant. A week ago, I was at that damn gift box, trying to surprise you with my pregnancy, and you were too busy thinking about Daisy. The one you were so eager to have beside you, the one who took my place, the one you’ve made me nothing but a shadow in comparison to.