Cynthia Dion: "Who is it?" I asked, my eyes filled with horror. Had someone snuck into my room and overheard me and Atticus being intimate?"Who is it?" I refrained from speaking louder, fearing that someone outside my room might overhear me. There was a long period of silence until I heard the voice again, sending shivers down my spine this time.‘Why are you searching everywhere when I'm right inside of you?’"Wha--," "You are my w---wolf?" I hugged myself as I retreated into the corner. She had no idea how long I had been waiting for her to appear, so I sought confirmation and said, "Please, tell me," as I waited for her response.There were moments when I started to believe that she would never return, but now she was back."Thia?" I inquired once more."At least she's not dead." This thought halted my tears. I held onto the hope that Atticus would eventually decide to help me divorce Mr. Holt after realizing he couldn't live without me either.The pain from my wolf awakening and

Cynthia Dion: I no longer had to fret about being alone with Atticus as his plans had changed. Atticus, Mr. Holt, and Maleeka all left together after I had helped her get dressed. Maleeka told me that Atticus had informed Mr. Holt of his departure for the border due to worsening weather and electrical issues with the watchtowers. Thus, I didn't need to worry about encountering him. Since Mr. Holt hadn't left me with a cellphone, I had nothing to do and was essentially by myself. The maids and other staff members had already gone to their homes. Later, the guards informed me that due to the severe storm blocking the roads, I would be the only person in the mansion tonight.I heard the doorbell ring persistently before the lone security guard answered it shortly after midnight. Curious, I peeked out of my door, and when he spotted me, the last person I expected to see stood before me."Atticus!" I scowled, "You came ho--why are you soaking wet?" I called out as I stepped outside. He lo

Cynthia Dion: "You rejected her?" I asked, and he nodded."I did. I rejected her a few days ago. In fact, I was never with her, as I said," he explained with a smile. Now that Rosalie was out of the way, I realized we were good until I recalled another issue.This issue was a bit significant for me because it could make him question my faithfulness towards him. But before it's too late and he finds out about it any other way, I have to tell him the truth. So, I was now calming myself down to have a talk with him."Okay!" Since I was already married to his brother-in-law, I made the decision not to worry him about Rosalie either."There is something I wish to tell you about," I said. But as I started talking to him, he appeared disinterested."Atticus? Are you hearing me?" I asked again. He seemed to be shaking his head a lot, constantly trying to hear something."Do you hear the mumbling?" He shook his head once more while scowling and closing one eye."What mumbles?" I turned to loo

Cynthia Dion: The most horrifying scene flashed before my eyes. Maleeka lay on the ground, blood streaming down her legs."Ahhhh!" She screamed in agony as Mr. Holt and Atticus helped her stand."Oh, God!" I managed to say no more."Call for an ambulance," Atticus shouted into the phone, desperately seeking help."My child!" Mr. Holt held Maleeka in his arms as they both sobbed.I couldn't think straight, so I had no clue what had occurred."What happened? What on earth happened?" Mr. Holt inquired. She cried out in agony as Mr. Holt pressed her face against his chest and hugged her tightly."I don't know, there was oil on the ground," My body tensed as she answered in between hiccups.I took a step back, noticing Atticus staring at me. His jaw dropped, and his eyes were wider than usual."Someone plotted this," she screamed, causing him to gaze at my face in even greater horror.It all appeared extremely suspicious, and unfortunately, I seemed like someone who could be very guilty.

Cynthia Dion: "If I had done all that, I couldn't even live with myself. But I didn't. I will never harm a woman, a man, or an innocent child," I declared loudly, aware of Mr. Holt's gaze. He had urged me to end the argument instead of continuing to talk about it. However, I didn't refrain from defending myself. Her false accusations couldn't make me feel guilty about something so repulsive.She was essentially accusing me of murder, something I would never commit."You succeeded. You threatened me and the--" I rudely interrupted her before she could finish."Maleeka! I'm begging you, please don't lie. You know how terrible things are for me right now. Please don't say anything that might make things worse," she had gone from being very affectionate to a completely different person. I understood that she was upset about losing her baby and that she had been told I had messaged Mr. Holt to persuade her to get rid of the baby. But now, she was using a lie to confirm it was me. I couldn