Chapter 9
I never knew the mate I had loved for six years could put on such a convincing act.
His crimson eyes welled up with tears as he choked out in disbelief.
“This can’t be real… how is this possible…”
“Corinna, you must be punishing me for forgetting you! Corinna, I was wrong. I was really, really wrong…
He pulled out a voice recorder from the delivery box, clinging to a final sliver of hope.
After several trembling attempts, he finally managed to hit play.
And then, loud and clear, came the sound of his own voice, laughing and bantering with his friends.
“I swear I’ll only lie to her this one time. Let me screw ten more she–wolves, and I’ll settle down.”
“You guys better find me some good she–wolves–sexy but innocent. One every three days…”
Dorian’s hand slackened, and the recorder fell to the ground with a thud.
But the recording kept playing, looping again and again.
The memories came flooding back, each one dragging him further under.
He suddenly remembered that night–the night the healer had called him, asking him to sign papers at the hospital.
What did he say at the time?
He said, “That baby probably isn’t even mine.”
That must have been the moment Corinna gave up on him completely.
And now, he couldn’t help but wonder–if he had gone to the hospital that night, would everything have turned out differently?
This was the pup he had once dreamed of.
Even if he had claimed not to care whether Corinna could bear children, deep down, hadn’t he always longed for a child born from their love?
But it was his own hands that had killed that dream.
He was the one who let her undergo the abortion alone.
He was the one who left her in that hospital bed by herself, expelled her from the territory, and stripped away all protection.
He ignored her pain, refused to believe her, and in her most fragile, devastated state, even forced her to donate blood
He thought about those dozens missed calls that night.
He was certain now–something else had happened.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and called the obstetrics department at the hospital.
When he heard that Corinna had passed out behind him after giving blood, he could no longer hold back his grief.
Dorian clenched the glass bottle in his hand and began slapping himself across the face with brutal force.
His parents, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped in–one moved to shut off the recorder, the other demanded the livestream be cut.
But Dorian shoved them away, his bloodshot eyes burning with desperation.
“No one touch it! Don’t turn off the cameras!”
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“This is all my fault, and I’m going to confess everything in front of the entire world!”
Without caring about his swollen face, he faced against the camera.
“Corinna, I know you’re watching. I deserve to die! I never should’ve come up with such a sick plan just to chase pleasure!”
“I’m a piece of shit, a complete scumbag. But Corinna, I love you. I can’t imagine living in a world without you…”
I let out a cold laugh.
Too little, too late.
He sure seemed to be having the time of his life when I wasn’t around.
Even after I blocked Selina, she still managed to get ahold of new burner phones to send me texts, taunting me.
Sometimes she’d go on about how many times a day they did it.
Other times she’d brag about the “new positions” they were trying out–how thrilling they were.
She even gloated about how Dorian left her so sore she couldn’t get out of bed for three days.
How he nearly drained her dry.
And she’d mockingly repeat what Dorian once said about me–how I was a dead fish in bed–just to humiliate me further.
If he had just rejected me openly and gone off to sleep with a hundred she–wolves, I wouldn’t have thought he was a jerk.
I wouldn’t have regretted loving him.
But he chose the most degrading way possible to betray me, to disgust me.
We’d lived together for six years, and I had been blind the whole time.
Dorian was still sobbing on camera, pouring out his regrets, but I had no desire to keep watching his performance.
Instead, I took Thalia to the restaurant to enjoy a good meal.
But Thalia couldn’t tear herself away from the drama. She didn’t even have time to eat, too busy cursing him out.
When she told me Dorian cried so hard he nearly fainted, I felt… nothing.
You reap what you sow.
As expected, his apology only brought a tidal wave of online condemnation.
Selina, too, was getting roasted by the entire internet.
And yet, she didn’t feel an ounce of shame
Instead, she saw it as her chance.
Wearing a wedding dress that was already stained and dirty, she stepped toward Dorian with a smile.
Then, she knelt down in front of him, gazing at him with what she thought was love.
“Dorian,” she said sweetly, “if Corinna ran away from the wedding, it only proves she never loved you. It was just a little test, and she failed. She didn’t even care enough to have your child. That says everything.”
Dorian, still drowning in guilt and heartbreak, looked up at her–and all the softness in his eyes vanished.
He lunged forward and wrapped his hands around her neck.
“You bitch! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t seduced me, how the hell would I not have noticed anything?”
“If I had just realized sooner that Corinna knew the truth, I might’ve had a chance to make things right. Now I don’t even know where
she is!”
Selina’s eyes bulged, her face turning purple under his grip.
But he refused to let go.
The livestream, overwhelmed by the sudden violence, was forcibly shut down.
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