The betrayal no longer stung — I had become used to being an afterthought. From the beginning, it was clear who Craig’s heart truly beat for. Despite the Moon Goddess binding us as mates, I had never been his choice. Sonya was.
Still, I had held on. For Dustin. Now, there was no reason left.
So I packed. Silently. Without confrontation.
As fate would have it, Craig returned as I was dragging my suitcase downstairs. And he wasn’t alone. In his arms was Sonya, giggling softly, her head nestled into his neck. She murmured something about feeling dizzy, and he responded with such tender concern, gently laying her on the couch like she might break.
He didn't even notice me at first.
When he finally did, his voice was flat. “Kristen, what is this about now?”
Sonya peeked up with a soft, apologetic smile. “I just wasn’t feeling well. Craig thought it’d be best if I rested here for a while. I hope that’s okay with you.”