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His gaze was cold. If he had shown even a shred of softness towards her before, now, not a hint of hesitation remained. His wolf had completely rejected her, severing any lingering connection.
Now he only found her disgusting, that he had actually done so much for her, constantly hurting me. Guilt and self–loathing gnawed at him, the realization of his mistake a heavy burden.
Ethan’s fingers clenched, his expression full of coldness, making Isabelle feel fearful. She had never seen Ethan like this; he had always been so good to her, always granting her wishes. It was all because of that she–wolf, Zoe!
She seethed with resentment, unable to comprehend the shift in his affections.
Isabelle’s glare was venomous, wishing she could slice me into a thousand pieces, Ethan naturally saw it.
He only hated himself, for only now seeing Isabella’s true colors, letting Zoe suffer so much injustice for nothing.
Regret washed over him, the weight of his actions crushing him.
He gave a cold laugh, making people tremble with fear.
“Now it’s time to return everything to Zoe.” His voice was laced with a chilling resolve, a promise of retribution.
With that said, he grabbed her, wanting to drag her out.
His angry appearance scared Isabelle.
She couldn’t care less about her dignity, struggling frantically, but she couldn’t break free no matter what.
She was dragged outside, to the office doorway, then a few Pack enforcers came over and held her down.
“Since you like making others kneel, then you’ll kneel until the next day.” His order was devoid of pity, a just punishment.
He ordered the Pack enforcers to watch her, ignoring Isabelle’s cries behind him, and turned to leave.
His heart was now completely filled with me, and once he admitted he loved me, he realized how terribly wrong he had been all along. His wolf yearned for Zoe, his soul aching for her presence.
Even though he had long been inseparable from me during their four years of daily life together, he refused to admit it, only realizing
his
regret when he was about to completely lose Zoe.
His heart was a desolate landscape, haunted by the ghost of his lost love.
In the car, he fiercely slammed the steering wheel, then frantically threw out all the decorations Isabelle had left in the car; these were all things Zoe disliked, and he had to clean them all out!
He needed to erase her mark, to reclaim the space
that
held the once
memory
of Zoe.
Whether it was the dolls in the car, or the seat cushions, or the snacks he specifically bought, they were all carelessly thrown out by him, but no matter how he looked at it, this car no longer held any memories of him and Zoe.
Even though they had been so wild in the car so many times, yet he couldn’t find a single trace of her. The emptiness of the vehicle mirrored the emptiness in his soul.
At this moment, Ethan finally understood what it meant to feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He couldn’t take it smashing his car until it was unrecognizable, venting his inner rage, and then drove another car back to his place.
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His grief manifested as destructive fury, his wolf raging against the loss.
Even here, it was the same; everything had changed into what Isabelle liked.
She had only been back for a short month, yet she had already overshadowed Zoe’s four years of history.
He was suffocating in her presence, his wolf repulsed by the alien atmosphere.
Ethan’s eyes were red. He stood in the place, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. Those dazzling pink colors were like knives cutting into his heart, slice by slice.
He desperately searched for anything I had left behind, even just a hair tie would do, but there was nothing.
He clung to the hope of finding some trace of Zoe, some tangible reminder of their connection.
His helplessness reached its peak, and he could only vent by smashing everything inside to pieces.
His grief erupted in a destructive tantrum, his wolf tearing apart the den in anguish.
He didn’t dare to rest; once he closed his eyes, Zoe would appear in his mind.
Sleep offered no respite, only the tormenting memories of what he had lost.
That day, he clearly saw her packing, but he didn’t stop her, watching helplessly as she took everything, leaving nothing behind.
The memory haunted him, a constant reminder of his inaction, his failure to hold onto the one he loved.
“Ah!!” He roared in pain, wishing he could go back in time to ask himself, you didn’t want her to go–so why did you just stand there and let her?
His howl echoed through the house, a lament for his lost love, his wolf crying out in despair.
He just sat there in the room all night, soaking up the last bit of warmth from Zoe, until sunrise when his assistant came over.
He clung to the fading echoes of her presence, desperately trying to recapture the warmth she had brought into his life.
“Alpha Ethan, it’s time to head to the Pack grounds, Miss Monroe is still waiting for you.”
He subtly reminded him, Ethan raised his bloodshot eyes, his heart filled with nothing but hatred.
His wolf snarled at the mention of her name, the bitterness rising in his throat.
If it weren’t for Isabelle, how could Zoe possibly have left him?
All of this is Isabelle’s fault.
“Drive, to the Pack grounds.” he said, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
His voice was a low growl, fueled by grief and a burning desire for vengeance.
