We were friends for three years, lovers for two. But Jenny seduced him one night during a large celebration at Henry's mansion. Everyone in town was invited, including me, but Aunt Jezel forbade it.
"Why would a trash like you be welcomed in the Fenrir mansion? Stop dreaming, brat. You'll end up dead like your mother, unloved."
Her cruelty was so hurtful I didn't try to sneak out to attend the party.
The next day, I snuck out at 3 p.m. to meet Henry at our usual spot at the forest's edge, where he taught me to control my wolf, use my strength and be intimate with each other.
But he didn't show up for five days. Worried, I secretly went to his house and found him in the garden with Jenny sitting on his lap. Worse, when Jenny saw me, she smirked and kissed him—and he kissed her back.
I ran home and cried on my straw bed in the stables.
The next morning, I was surprised to see Henry at our house, dressed in a formal suit, a stark contrast to my ragged clothes and messy bun. I thought he was visiting me, but then Jenny appeared, caressing her flat stomach.
"I'm pregnant with Henry's heir," she announced.