I Drank Silverwolf’s Bane for His Sake, but He Thought It Was an Act Chapter 03
Three full days. I didn’t come home. I didn’t contact anyone.
Ethan sat on the leather sofa in the living room, his face thunderous.
The ashtray on the coffee table was packed with cigarette butts.
Martha came over with breakfast and placed it carefully on the table.
“Alpha, please eat something.”
He swept a glass off the table. It shattered on the floor.
“Where’s Olivia? Hasn’t she crawled back yet?” he snapped.
Martha trembled.
“No, sir. Luna still hasn’t sent word. Perhaps you could call her?”
“Call her? Like hell.” Ethan jabbed a finger at the shoe cabinet. “Throw out all her slippers. And everything in her closet — burn it. Let’s see how long she can keep up the tough act.”
Martha didn’t dare disobey. She brought scissors and trash bags.
When she reached the back porch, she saw the potted white rose I’d kept alive for five years.
Ethan had given it to me when he proposed.
He’d said: Olivia, getting a white rose to bloom in a pot is as hard as finding you was. As long as this flower lives, we’ll never be apart.
Then his heart turned.
The flower only grew stronger.
“This rose…” Martha asked softly. “Should I throw it out too?”
“Toss it. Throw out everything she touched. I’m sick of looking at it.”
The pot hit the concrete in the yard and split into pieces.
Dirt scattered across the ground.
I drifted in the air and looked at the plant.
Nothing stirred inside me.
Then the front door opened.
Sophia walked in wearing a white trench coat.
I looked closer.
It was the coat Ethan had flown to New York to have custom-made for me — for our first wedding anniversary.
There was only one in the world.
I’d hardly dared wear it. I’d kept it tucked at the back of the closet.
She had found it.
She’d even had the waist taken in.
Ethan froze for a beat, his brows drawing together.
“That coat…”
Sophia clung to his arm at once, her voice sweet.
“Ethan, I have an important premiere to attend today. I borrowed Olivia’s coat. She won’t be angry, will she?”
Ethan looked at her. His gaze lingered for a moment before his tone went cold.
“It’s just a coat. She has plenty more.”
“Thank you, Ethan.”
They walked toward the entryway.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sophia spotted an old wooden box in the corner.
It was mine.
Inside were photos from my childhood and the only thing my mother had left me — an old silver moon bracelet.
“Ugh, what’s this beat-up old box doing here?”
Sophia raised her stiletto and drove the heel into the side.
The box flipped over.
Everything spilled out.
Photos scattered across the floor.
The silver moon bracelet rolled out — and snapped, with a sharp crack, into three pieces.
I lunged forward, desperate to catch it.
My fingers passed through the pieces and closed around nothing.
Mother. The last thing my mother had ever left me.
Ethan glanced down at the broken bracelet. Irritation crossed his face.
“Martha, sweep this trash out.”
Martha knelt on the floor and picked up the pieces, tears dropping onto them.
“Alpha… this was the most precious thing Luna’s mother left her. If Luna comes back and sees this…”
“She shouldn’t have been running wild out there for days!” Ethan roared. “Throw it in the dumpster outside. Tell her if she doesn’t come back, she can die out there. Don’t bother coming home.”
I crouched beside the broken bracelet and watched Martha sweep the pieces into a dustpan, her eyes red.
Two weeks passed.
Ethan’s patience was gone.
He checked his communicator constantly. His temper grew shorter by the day. Several family-company managers had already been screamed out of meetings.
