Twenty- six

Martha

A blonde woman in a red dress walked in just as Lucian left. It seemed like she was the one who knocked, but honestly, I didn't really care about those details. I was just grateful for her intervention. She saved me from Lucian, and that's all that mattered.

I got up, quickly washed my hands at the sink, and turned away from her.

I headed straight for the door, wanting to keep my vulnerable side hidden, especially from a stranger. I didn't want her to see my emotional scars or the fact that my husband, who was supposed to be an esteemed Alpha, almost physically harmed me. There was too much at stake in that confined space, so I had to leave.

As I reached for the door handle, the lady's harsh words halted me in my tracks. "You fucking whore," she spat, leaving me stunned and questioning if her insult was meant for me.

I turned around swiftly, hoping to recognize her or find some connection. Her face was tense, her eyes blazing with anger, and her lips twisted into a scowl.

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