Iris's POV

Her expression softened, and the sorrow in her eyes deepened. She shook her head slowly.

“I’m so sorry, Luna. There was too much damage. We did everything we could, but... the child was long gone before you were brought here.....” She revealed with a grave expression on her face.

I didn’t hear the rest. Her words echoed in my mind – my baby was gone. The little life that I had been carrying had been ripped away from me before it could even be given a chance to grow.

Tears streamed down my face, and I released a deep, gut-wrenching sob. My hands clutched the blanket, and I shook my head over and over in disbelief.

“No! No, please tell me it’s not true!” I pleaded hysterically as I sobbed in pain of what I had lost.

The healer shook her head with pity on her face, and my heart broke. It really was true, I had lost my child. My sobs echoed in the room as sorrow consumed me.

I sobbed even harder as I remembered how I had called Jake, and he had brushed me off coldly because he was with Zara.

I had begged Jake for help, and he had chosen to ignore me, and mock me. Now, I had lost the one thing in my life that was worth living for, and he wasn’t even here to know or care.

The healer excused me as I sobbed my eyes out.

I cried until there were no more tears left, and my body was completely exhausted, I could barely keep my eyes open.

Someone knocked softly at the door, and a healer walked in. He approached me with a gentle smile.

“Good morning, Luna,” he greeted softly. “How are you feeling?”

I groggily opened my eyes and gave him a weak nod. I didn't have the strength to speak. As he checked my vitals to make sure everything was in order, he nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re very lucky,” he said as he wrote down some things on his clipboard. “The injuries were so severe. It’s a miracle you survived.”

At his words, I furrowed my eyebrows as a faint memory flashed through my mind. I frowned in confusion as I tried to remember something that was important.

“Someone…” I murmured weakly, “Someone carried me... I remember hearing a voice. Someone brought me here. Who was it?”

The healer paused with a thoughtful expression.

“Ah, yes,” he said after a moment. “A man brought you in. He didn’t say much, just that he found you and wanted us to do all we can to make sure you were safe.”

My heart skipped a beat, and sat up with a groan. “Did he... did he say his name? Is he here?” I asked.

The healer shook his head. “No, Luna. He didn't say his name, and he isn't here. But he was so concerned about you. He stayed until we assured him that you were stable. After he was sure you were alright, he left without saying a word.”

“Was he a pack member?” I asked.

The healer shook his head again. “He wasn't a pack member. He probably came for the alpha's birthday yesterday.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who was he? Why had he saved me? Did he know me? Why didn't he stay till I woke up?

These questions flashed through my mind, but for now, I was just grateful to be alive.

However, those green eyes flashed through my mind. I could remember the look in those eyes, how concerned they were.

My phone pinged with a message, and it was from an unknown number. I curiously opened the message to see that it was pictures—pictures of Jake and Zara, naked, and on our bed—our marital bed.

A wave of nausea coursed through me, and my heart clenched in pain. Our marital bed—the place where we had shared our love and intimacy, where he had promised to love me forever, where he had sworn to never leave me.

Tears blurred my eyes as I stared at the pictures, and my hand shook.

I didn't need to guess who had sent me these pictures. Zara was trying to make a statement—to show me that Jake was hers.

Iris's POV

I had spent almost two days in the pack clinic, but Jake never called or texted me. But it didn't hurt, I was fine with it—because I was done.

I was done with Jake, his lies, his betrayal, and his deceit. I was done with waiting for someone who saw me as nothing important.

After I was finally discharged, I first made my way to the lawyer’s office to pick up divorce papers. My hand shook slightly as I signed the documents because it meant that I was free. Now, I just needed to get Jake to sign.

Then I withdrew all my savings, and bought a plane ticket to Italy. It was far enough that Jake would not be able to trace me there easily.

When I finally got home, I made my way to the door. However, something caught my eyes. I stepped back and I studied the car. Immediately I saw the huge dent on it, my heart dropped. This was the car that had slammed into us, the car that had caused my accident, causing me to lose my unborn child.

Now I knew why it looked so familiar—this was Jake's car.

Bitterness settled in my chest. Jake had killed my baby. What happened two days ago was all Jake's fault.

I tried opening the door to the house, but it was locked. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. That was odd.

I decided to check the back entrance of the house, and it was open. I walked into the house, wondering why the front door was locked.

An odd sound reached my ears, and I followed it curiously. However, as I got closer I immediately knew what those sounds were.

It was the sound of moaning and heavy breathing. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed the noise. I knew what I was about to see, but part of me hoped and prayed that I was wrong.

I reached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and quietly pushed it open. The scene before me confirmed my worst fears. Jake and Zara were having sex on our bed, completely oblivious to my presence.

My stomach twisted with disgust. This was probably the reason that Jake hadn't even cared that I wasn't around.

I stood there for a moment long as I stared at the man that I had once loved, and I had believed that he loved me too. I had trusted him with my heart and soul, and he destroyed them in the most painful way possible.

I didn’t bother letting them know that I was there. Instead, I quietly turned around and walked away. There was no need for a confrontation.

I walked out of the house, and went back to the front door of the house and began knocking. I knocked for so many minutes before the door swung open.

It was Jake, and he looked annoyed that he had been interrupted. When he saw me, he scowled in annoyance.

“Where have you been?!” He barked as though he was just realizing that I hadn't been around.

I shrugged, walking past him. “I was at the hospital,” I replied coldly as I entered the house.

He turned to me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Why? What happened?” He asked.

I plopped down on a couch in the living room. “I had an accident.”

His eyes widened slightly, but before he could say anything, a voice interrupted.

“Hey Jake, I'm starving.” Zara grumbled from behind me.

Jake turned to me immediately.

“Go make us something to eat,” he said dismissively, waving a hand towards the kitchen.

Iris's POV

I didn’t protest. I didn’t react. I simply nodded as I stood up and walked towards the kitchen with a blank look on my face. Jake watched me, surprised at my lack of response.

As I moved around the kitchen, preparing a meal for the two of them, my mind raced with several thoughts. This was the last thing I would ever do for Jake. It was my silent goodbye to him.

When the meal was ready, I placed the plates on the dining table and walked out of the kitchen without saying anything. Jake watched me closely, looking so. confused by my behavior, but I didn’t acknowledge him.

“Iris,” he called after me, with a soft tone, and I paused at the doorway, but I didn’t turn around.

“Thank you,” he said, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I just nodded in reply.

“I love you,” he said softly.

I scoffed internally at his fake words.

“Enjoy your meal,” I said flatly before walking out of the room, leaving him and Zara behind.

~

An hour later, Jake came to meet me in the guestroom. I had refused to enter the master bedroom, where he and Zara had defiled.

“Hey,” he greeted softly. I gave him a flat stare.

“Hey,” I replied coolly.

He sat on the bed beside me. “Happy Anniversary to us.” He said with a small smile.

I frowned slightly. “What?”

His smile faded, and he gave me a confused look. “Today is our five year anniversary, didn't you remember?” He asked in surprise.

I shrugged. “I didn't.” I replied simply.

He furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. I had always been the one to remember our anniversaries for years, so it was surprising that I hadn't remembered.

He watched me carefully for a moment, before he released a sigh. “Well, I had arranged a party this evening to celebrate our anniversary.” He said.

“A party?” I said indifferently. “That sounds... nice.”

Jake frowned at my response, and my lack of enthusiasm. "I thought you would be happier," he muttered to himself.

I just gave him a small, awkward shrug. I didn't bother to fake any excitement. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.” I said coolly.

An uncomfortable silence fell between us. Jake rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well... I’ll leave you to rest for now, you look tired.” he said, standing up.

As he turned to leave, I spoke up, stopping him. “Jake, wait.”

He paused and looked back at me. “Yeah?”

I reached into my bag and pulled out the stack of papers. “There are some... hospital papers I need you to sign. Nothing major, just for my discharge," I lied easily, keeping my face blank.

Jake nodded, and walked back to take the papers from me. He didn’t even glance at them closer. He grabbed a pen from the bedside table and began signing.

When he was done, and left the room, I smirked in delight. Jake had just signed our divorce papers. Perfect.

~

When the time for the party reached, I wasn't surprised when Jake was nowhere to be found.

My phone pinged with a message from him.

~I won't be able to pick you up. Come meet us there.~

My phone pinged again, and this time it was a message from Zara. It was a picture of Jake and Zara together—they were kissing.

I snorted. This was probably the reason Jake said he wouldn't be able to come pick me up.

It was exactly the same as the last time, but this time I wasn't going.

The doorbell rang, and I picked up the divorce papers to give to the delivery boy. I gave him the address where the party was held, and told him to give Alpha Jake.

I packed my bags as I made my way out of the house, and out of Jake's life permanently. As I got to the airport, another message from Zara dropped on my phone. This time, I didn't open it. I simply blocked her number, and also blocked Jake's number. It was time for a new beginning.