No. This was on him. This jerk didn’t deserve the loyalty I had given him from the very start. It felt like I had lost a war, but I wasn’t about to walk away defeated. I was a warrior, even if wounded.
I took a shaky breath and started gathering every piece of evidence—screenshots of his calls, the messages, the photos. I sent everything to my own phone and deleted any trace on his.
Wiping my tears, I placed a hand on my stomach, steadying myself. “I’m sorry, little angel,” I whispered softly, “you have a father who’s a cheater.”
The woman’s face lingered in my mind, unfamiliar yet somehow taunting. She had managed to send me that email, exposing their betrayal so boldly. If she had access to a device like that, it could only mean one of two things: she was a high-ranking werewolf, or Jaxon had made sure she had the means. Either way, this wasn’t over.
The next morning, I found Jaxon in the living room, fumbling with his necktie. He looked up as I approached, flashing a smile. "Hey, good morning, lovely."
I just stared at him, barely managing a nod.