I instructed one of my loyal servants, a trusted friend, to take my babies and hide them. I placed the bought child beside me. I allowed myself a moment of rest before swallowing a fake poison, one that would stop my breath for thirty minutes.
"Lady Karylle, it’s time to return to your house," Greg, my loyal servant, whispered, waking me up.
I was still weak, and part of me wanted to escape, to leave it all behind. But I had to see how this would unfold—how Devon and Daniel would fight, how my sister would come to loathe my husband for stealing her.
"Y-you killed my child?" I heard Karina ask, holding the dead baby in her arms.
My husband was stunned. He didn’t expect this.
"I didn’t," his voice shaking.
Karina grabbed the glass of milk he had given her to drink before she gave birth.
"There’s wolfsbane in this! It killed my baby! You killed my baby! Why?!" she cried, devastated by the loss.
Just then, Devon arrived, his growls echoing as he searched for his child. He stopped in his wolf form, sniffing the air before turning his attention to Karina, who was kneeling and holding the dead baby.
"My baby…" she sobbed.
I was hidden behind a window outside, watching.