I always thought that you loved me, that we had something special. But now, I see it for what it was. Five years of my life—our life—meant nothing to you. The moments we shared together, the love I gave you, were nothing but garbage to you.
I know you’ve grown sick of me. I know I’m boring, I know I’m not her. I don’t have what she does. But now, you don’t need to endure me anymore, because I’m leaving. I’m walking away from everything, from you, from your lies, from this place.
Goodbye, Eros. For the last time.
Forever,
Remi
I stared at the letter, my heart torn in every direction. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship—it was the end of everything I had known, everything I had fought for. A part of me wanted to keep fighting, to demand answers, to scream at him for everything he had put me through. But I knew deep down that there would be no point. There was nothing left here for me.
I folded the letter carefully and placed it in the box, alongside the divorce agreement I had prepared earlier. The weight of the documents in the box felt almost symbolic. This was it—the final step.
I looked around the room, the space that once held so many memories, now only a place of torment. The scent of Daisy lingered in the air, tainting everything. It made my stomach churn, but I had no time for this. I couldn’t stay here any longer. It was time to go.
I carried the box down the stairs and out the back door, slipping through the packhouse and towards the office building where the Alpha’s office was located. I needed to make sure this box—this final piece of my past—was somewhere Eros could find immediately.
The walk to the Alpha office was quiet, my steps echoing in the stillness. Later, after leaving this pack, as soon as the timer sets off—the packhouse will be a literal burning hell so I had to place these papers somewhere out of the fire.
The house would burn down tonight. I had set the timer before leaving, and the house would go up in flames once I was far away, out of reach. There was no turning back now.
I reached the office and placed the box on the desk, hidden behind stacks of papers. With one last glance at the office, I turned and walked away, heading straight for the airport.