His Heart Beat for Her, So I Left Chapter 07

His Heart Beat for Her, So I Left Chapter 07

Serena’s POV 

When I woke up again, I was back at my rental 

apartment. 

My head throbbed as I stepped out of the bedroom, pressing two fingers to my temples. There was someone standing in the kitchen. 

The sizzle of frying eggs cut clearly through the quiet morning. 

It was Jacob. 

“Almost ready. Have a seat. You had way too 

much to drink last night,” he said. 

“I left oatmeal on the stove, so help yourself.” 

My demeanor turned icy in an instant. 

“Get out.” 

“Who let you in?” 

Jacob didn’t move. He slid the fried egg onto a plate and set it in front of me. His eyes were lined with heavy red veins. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night. His voice was rough and hoarse. 

“Just eat something, okay?” 

An uneasy tension hung in the air. I was still groggy from the alcohol, my head pounding so hard I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to talk to him. I just wanted him gone. 

I reached out and impatiently knocked the plate to the floor. 

“I’m not eating!” 

The hot fried egg landed on the back of Jacob’s hand. In an instant, it left a bright red burn. 

He didn’t say a word. He just crouched down and 

picked up the broken pieces of ceramic from the 

floor. 

“Can you not listen to a single word I say?” I lost 

my patience completely. I planted my foot firmly on the back of his hand, pinning his palm against the sharp shards. Vivid red blood seeped across 

the grout lines of the floor. 

Jacob bit back a pained groan. 

“I told you to leave,” I said. 

“I don’t need your false sincerity. Jacob, you’ve always been so stubborn and prideful. So, did 

Cecilia cast you aside? Is that why you’re crawling 

back to me?” 

I lifted my foot. 

Jacob slowly stood up. He grabbed a paper towel and haphazardly covered the injury. 

“Feel better?” 

“If it still isn’t enough, you can hurt the other one 

too.” 

I didn’t understand what was going through his 

head. 

“You’re insane.” I dragged him toward the door. 

“Quit putting on this pathetic act for my sake.” 

Jacob stumbled backward into the hallway and hit the wall. Dust coated his white shirt, leaving him disheveled and pitiful. 

“…” 

Before he could finish, I slammed the door shut. 

I thought Jacob wouldn’t come back. With his pride, he would never put up with that kind of humiliation. 

But the next morning, I ran into him in the hallway. 

Jacob was leaning against the railing, staring out 

the window. The faint smell of cigarette smoke 

hung in the air. A breakfast bag swung lightly from 

his fingertip. 

“What are you doing?” 

He turned his head quickly. He rubbed his dark, tired eyes and held the breakfast out to me. 

“I was waiting for you. Didn’t want you skipping 

breakfast again.” 

I let out a scoff. 

“Classic for the future Alpha of Blackwood Pack. 

You’re all smooth operators, trying to win people 

over with cheap favors.” 

I pushed past him and walked straight outside. 

That evening, when I got home from work, Jacob 

was still sitting in the hallway. The breakfast bag from that morning was on the floor by his feet. 

He had stayed here all day. 

“Why are you still here?” 

Jacob stood up. His legs had gone dead from 

sitting all day, and he stumbled briefly before 

regaining his balance. 

“…” 

“Jacob, haven’t you gotten the message?” I 

suddenly felt a little sorry for him. 

“It’s over between us. There’s no going back, not 

ever.” 

Jacob went stiff. He tried to force a smile, like he 

was trying to keep up appearances. But the sweat 

on his forehead and the slight tremble in his 

hands had already given him away. No matter how 

hard he tried to hide it, raw terror lingered clearly in 

his gaze. 

Finally, he just made a pained face. 

“Is there any way we can come to an agreement?” 

he said. 

He bent down, picked up an envelope, tore it open, 

and pulled out a few sheets of paper. 

“I’ll give you the house and the car. Put everything 

in your name. Or if you want shares in the pack 

company, I can talk to the board and set some aside for you.” 

I didn’t know what to say for a moment. Finally, I 

spoke. 

“Do you honestly believe affection can be bought 

and traded?” 

Jacob panicked immediately. 

“That’s not what I meant. I just… I just…” 

He clenched his jaw, like he was finally ready to put everything on the line. 

“Serena, I’m begging you to give me one more chance. I want to make things right between us. We shared ten years together… You can’t let all of that go, can you? I promise I won’t contact Cecilia 

anymore.” 

He reached for his phone. 

“I’ll block her right now. I’ll erase every trace of her 

from my phone.” 

The sky had turned completely dark. The old 

hallway light flickered on and off. 

Jacob frantically deleted everything, then held out 

his phone to me. 

“Serena, check it. Or tell me whatever else you 

want. I’ll do anything, absolutely anything. Just 

give us a second chance.” 

I held my ground and said nothing–just as he had 

done to me countless times before. 

Jacob’s shoulders sagged. He buried his face in 

his hands, and a broken, muffled sob broke free. 

His body trembled violently, his shoulders 

heaving.. 

But they failed to evoke the slightest emotion from 

1. me. 

“Just go,” I said. 

“No matter what you do, there’s no going back for 

us.”