Chapter 5

Evelyn POV

When I woke up, the surgery was already over.

Marcus stood by my bed, holding a medical chart, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Evelyn, I'm so sorry... You were hemorrhaging when you got here. We did some tests, and it looks like a combination of severe emotional shock and a chemical rejection in your body. We tried our best, but we couldn't save them."

I stared at the ceiling, tears silent as they soaked into my hair.

There was no screaming. Just a hollow, empty silence.

"It's not your fault, Marcus," I whispered. "He killed them before they even had a chance."

He had killed our past, and now he had killed our future.

With the last physical connection to him severed, Damian and I were finally done.

Marcus paused, lowering his voice. "I suggest you go back to your pack and have a trusted healer look at you. Your body... it's healing at an abnormal speed. Luckily, I was the lead surgeon, so no one else noticed."

I nodded. Placing a hand on my stomach, I could indeed feel a warm, strange current flowing through my icy veins.

"My wolf," I whispered. "She's waking up."

Marcus's eyes lit up. "That's amazing!"

I gave him a weak smile, but shook my head.

He didn't know that even if my power fully returned, I had no intention of staying here.

Despite my weakness, I couldn't bear to lie in that bed for another second.

The phone on the nightstand buzzed. It was an image and a location pin from an unknown number.

The image was of a wedding dress I had designed myself. It was my proudest creation.

The location pin was for the most luxurious bridal boutique in New York.

A boutique that I owned.

I ripped the IV out of my hand, ignoring Marcus's protests. I changed into my clothes and took a cab to the boutique.

The cab pulled up across the street from the shop.

I sat in the backseat, feeling that unfamiliar power coursing through my body.

She was repairing me.

My wolf. In my darkest hour, she had finally come to save me.

But it was too late to save my babies.

Through the large glass windows of the boutique, I immediately spotted Damian and Isabella.

He was holding her, his eyes filled with adoration. "I can't give you a public ceremony yet, but I still want to see you in the most beautiful wedding dress in the world."

Just then, several luxury sports cars pulled up in front of the store.

The doors opened, and a group of familiar faces stepped out.

Kael Blackwood and several others. They were all our mutual friends, people who had witnessed my twenty-five-year relationship with Damian.

I rolled down my window slightly, and their voices drifted across the street.

"Is Damian really doing this for Isabella? Isn't he worried Evelyn will find out?"

"Why would he worry? He never marked Evelyn anyway, so she won't feel a thing. Besides, the girl has an heir in her belly right now. Keeping her happy is the priority."

So, everyone knew.

I was the only fool kept in the dark by the entire world.

I had just lost my babies, and here they were, celebrating the upcoming birth of another.

My hands shook with rage. The hatred inside me was the only thing keeping me upright.

Using my master key, I slipped into the boutique through the back door and went straight to the third-floor VIP balcony.

I stood in the shadows, looking down coldly at the pathetic farce below.

Damian was dressed in a tailored tuxedo, and Isabella was wearing that dress.

The dress I had spent countless sleepless nights designing to commemorate my first kiss with Damian.

Now, another woman was wearing it, receiving blessings from my friends.

"Put the ring on! Put the ring on!"

The crowd cheered, and Kael whistled. Damian pulled out a midnight-blue velvet box and dropped to one knee.

From my high vantage point, I could see it clearly.

Inside was a custom Cartier ring set, identical to the ones we had chosen years ago.

Even the sacred symbol of commitment wasn't unique.

Just as Damian was about to slip the ring onto Isabella's finger—

I pulled the master power switch.

The entire boutique plunged into pitch-black darkness.

Then, I pressed the remote control in my hand. A single, powerful spotlight beamed down from the ceiling, shining directly on me on the third-floor balcony.