I laughed, bitter and broken. “I won’t. You deserve every word.”
Farah’s expression shifted suddenly, a calculated sadness dripping from her eyes. Then, between shaky breaths, she whispered, “She’s… so mean, Alpha. I’m pregnant with your baby.”
The world tilted on its axis.
Ethan’s face was a mixture of shock and something darker. The thought burned me alive. How many times had he done this? How many nights had he forsaken me for her? How many times did they fuck each other in my sheets?
My hands curled into fists. “You’re a homewrecker. A flirt. You disgusting bitch! You’re both disgusting!”
Farah’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she collapsed into Ethan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
I couldn’t stand it. I reached out and slapped her, hard enough to make her stagger. “How dare you act like you’re the victim!” I growled. “You’re a home-fucking-wrecker, Farah!.”
That was the last straw for Ethan.
His hand shot out, striking my cheek with a force that left stars swirling in my vision.
Shock, pain, and humiliation roared through me. My legs trembled, and I barely caught myself from collapsing. Farah’s face loomed over me—hostile, triumphant, and utterly indifferent.