After being reborn, I chose not to divorce my werewolf husband.

of blood, sharp

clutching the gaping

in blood, the pain so i

t have come

ved out, my savi

ng multiple jobs

anted to grab a disco

, click

h the quiet alley. I pressed myself against t

, my voice trembling. "Show y

Sophia's favorite perfume, the on

new i

res and flowing blonde hair, looked lik

ved that

datura flowers, but I'd s

wined like a symbol of sin and power. E

shaky. "I thought you moved away. I message

, click

r, and the familiar scent envel

rd a sharp,

o wonder Ethan chose to hide his true se

see a flash of fiery red fabric a

ver me, her gaze

th venom. "Even in this pathetic state, you're s

rp heel of her shoe piercing my thigh. I

my leg. "I'm divorced from Ethan! I

p, and my he

oky eyes and red high heels, was nothing like t

hatred, her eyes cold and

ind reeling. "Did you bring me he

why sho

one. "Do you know how long I've loved Ethan? And yet, he ch

nd shrill, her expression

ven years," I said, my voice

ing but a mundane, a human with no special abilities, a lifespan that's barely a bl

es, bloodied legs, my body battered and broke

st the damp ground. She grabbed my face, her nails d

without ruining my image in his eyes. But you... you were so easy to manipulate. You actually believed Etha

hitched. "

't know? Your plain, ordinary ex - husband is actually t

er with reverence as

like moonlight. Even in disarray, he looks like he belongs on the co

e a fairy tale, somethi

ling. "You're talking about Etha

nd a habit of taking mysterious pills. He didn't even have a job. We

st a disguise. As for the 'affair'-that was one of Ethan's subordinat

nd deadly. "You're a lucky g

losed in, and my last thought was a desperate wish: If I could do it

..

, the first thing I noticed w

he window, warming the room a

Are you okay? You're not feeling well, so let's n

learing to reveal Ethan

hirt, his sleeves rolled u

ffy, his beard unke

erizing shade of amber - blu

, so out of place on his

. How had I never noticed

still disoriented. "But

n's expression darkened. "Elena," he said, his voic

aying in the background. I couldn't make out most

e yea

back five y

o my relationship with Ethan. This was the year

e messages. The phone was an older model, the kind I hadn't used in years. My chat

, but I feel like yo

lly ask Ethan what kind o

ery day, but I've never seen him at the office

a white dress, smiling softly, looking as

I knew

d next flooded my mind, and a

ophia, Ethan and I would

an enough. Maybe that had given Sophia the ope

not th

ven a second chance. And I

wing with determination, "I'm going to make things righ