Chapter 143
Faith’s Poy
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The water in the shower was burning hot, but I didn’t turn it down. I stood there for a whole hour
and maybe even longer. I just let the water fall down my body, washing away the sorrow that surrounded me like a blanket.
It didn’t work.
My wolf was deeply sad. She felt empty. She wanted our mate to come home and hold us. She felt
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the lack of him everywhere. The fact that I sent him out of this house was some form of rejection to her and she felt whatever he was feeling and all I could do was try hard to breathe.
When I finally stepped out I got myself ready and went straight to the kids‘ room.
It was time for their bath. And most importantly I need to be busy and keep myself preoccupied before I drive myself crazy.
I loved giving them a bath. It was loud and messy and full of splashing. They laughed so hard that their little bellies shaked. The joy they felt was infectious and it made me forget for a couple of
minutes.
But the pain always finds me.
When I washed their perfect little bodies, I saw a reflection of the baby I lost. The baby that should
have had hair the color of their hair. The baby that would have been their sibling. The baby that
Ovelia took from me.
I quickly pushed the thought away. I had to focus on the living wonderful children splashing in front
of me.
After the bath, we went downstairs and I started cooking dinner. They played around my feet, building a huge tower of wooden blocks.
I was chopping vegetables, and something they said made me laugh out loud. It was a big, honest laugh. As soon as I laughed, they giggled back at me. They loved my laughter.
That small moment of me cooking and them giggling made me feel very happy. It felt like a normal and safe life. I held onto that feeling tight.
We sat down at the table. We had just started eating when Isabella looked up at me with serious
eyes.
“Mommy,” she asked. “Where is Daddy?”
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My son nodded, waiting for the answer.
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This was the hardest part of the day. I don’t know how I’m supposed to make excuses everyday
because their father is never returning to this house.
I put down my fork and gave her a soft smile. “He is working late tonight, sweetie. He had a lot of
things to do at the pack house. He will be back later, I promise.”
I held my breath, waiting for the usual questions or tantrums, but luckily, they just nodded and went
back to their food. They were still kids. They accepted the answer.
Just as I let out a soft breath of relief, the back door opened.
Ovelia stepped into the dining room.
She was broken.
She looked completely dejected. Her face was pale and wrinkled from crying. Her shoulders were
slumped. She had lost her mate, Sanders.
I tried very hard to feel sorry for her. I really did. She had, after all, lost the man she loved.
But I couldn’t. The sympathy wouldn’t come.
All I could see, standing in my kitchen, was the memory of her betrayal. I saw the look of hate in her eyes as she hurt me, kicking me hard in the stomach for a crime I didn’t do. I saw the blood. I saw the ghost of the baby who never got to be born because of her.
I hoped she would just look away and go straight up to her room. She had lost everything, and I didn’t want to chase her out of the house. I know she probably doesn’t have anywhere else to go.
But Ovelia did the opposite of what I hoped. She came toward the table.
“Faith,” she whispered, her voice rough. “I need to apologize.”
I froze. I saw the children looking from her to me, confused by the sudden tension.
I kept a fake smile glued onto my face.
“Kids,” I said brightly. “Dinner is done. Go upstairs now and start getting ready for bed. I will come
up and tuck you in soon.”
They didn’t argue. They came and gave me quick, wet kisses, and then they did a strange thing: they both gave Ovelia a hug. She hugged them back tightly.
The second the door closed behind them, my fake smile vanished. The truth felt like a cold stone in my chest.
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I looked at Ovelia, who was still standing there, waiting.
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“You lost your mate,” I said, keeping my voice very quiet. “That is a terrible pain. Sanders was a good man. Yes, he killed my biological father a long time ago, but there was a time I respected him
as a father figure. I would never have tried to kill him.”
Ovelia flinched. “I know that now. My son told me everything.”
“You didn’t trust me then,” I continued, ignoring her. “And I understand why. You never thought I was
worthy of your son. You never trusted me with your pack or with your family.”
I took a shaky breath, letting the anger rise just enough to make me strong.
“But none of that matters now,” I said, my voice hardening. “None of your fear or your lack of trust
changes the fact that the kicks you gave me that day are the reason why I lost my baby.”
I pointed to my flat stomach.
“Nothing will ever bring my innocent baby back. Nothing you say can fix that.”
Ovelia started to cry silently, tears streaming down her gray face. She reached out her hand toward
- me.
I pulled back.
“I do not accept your apology,” I stated simply. “In fact, I do not want to see you ever again.”
She opened her mouth, but I cut her off.
“I understand that you are grieving right now. You are mourning the loss of your mate. Because of
that, for him, I won’t make you leave this house today.”
I looked her dead in the eye, making sure she understood every single word.
“But every time you see me, you will look the other way. We are not friends. We will never be family again. We are just two people sharing a roof for now. If you stay out of my sight, we will be fine.”
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