On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves.

I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves."

They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster.

In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one.

To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!"

I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides.

My heart sank.

But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

The wolves surrounding me were no threat to me.

As they lunged at me all at once, I opened one hand wide while reaching for my taming knife with the other.

My glare was fiercer than any of the wolves. They froze, intimidated by my presence. I mimicked a howl. The hostility in my glare made them back off.

I did not manage to escape the ordeal unscathed—I was covered in wounds. I called my assistant, "Philip, come pick me up in the wilderness of Chicily. Also, inform Mr. Lawson that I'll take the job. I'll work here."

Even though I was a professional Wolvesmith, it would still be difficult for me to train wild and foreign wolf packs.

My limbs were covered in blood from the wolves' bites.

When Philip brought me back to the hotel, I was pale as a sheet and drenched in cold sweat. I was covered in blood. It was such a terrifying sight to behold that the other tourists screamed when they saw me.

Rosa Stone, my wife, was anxiously attending to Jack Cud's arm injury in front of me. When she noticed me arriving, she looked up. She was first stunned, then a glare of detestation crossed her face. "What role are you playing now? A demon or a monster?"

I took a few steps forward, which tore my injuries open. I was in so much pain that I almost fell.

"Didn't you say you'd pick me up?" I said rather curtly.

Rosa sensed it too. She furrowed her brows. "Watch your tone with me. Philip picked you, right? You're still standing here in one piece, aren't you? What difference does it make if I pick you up or not?"

I felt a stab right in my heart. Rosa was still thinking that I was putting on an act.

Philip, next to me, could no longer take it. "Mrs. Presley, when I arrived, Mr. Presley was lying in his pool of blood! The wolves were all surrounding him!"

Rosa frowned. Jack, who was silent all this while, said, "Rosa, don't worry about me. Go and check on Fred."

Rosa turned to look at Jack, eyes softened with sorrow. "Don't worry about him. He just likes to pretend."

The pain was getting more and more intense. Finally, I could no longer take it. I puked a mouthful of blood onto Jack's white shirt.

Rosa was stunned for a moment, then she glared at me. "Fred Presley, what is wrong with you! It isn't April Fool's or Halloween! Why are you fooling around?"

I clutched my waist, looking at Rosa getting mad. Disappointment washed over me like a cold bath.

Rosa left me to fend for myself. She did not come back to pick me up. If I was not a Wolvesmith, I would have died.

I saw black and fell to the ground. Before I lost my consciousness, I saw Rosa looking anxious. I feebly thought to myself that she surely wasn't worried about me.

I was going to leave in two weeks, anyway. It did not matter anymore.

When I came around once more, I was still in the hotel.

The doctor was next to me, dressing my wounds, while Philip was asleep by the side of my bed.

I scanned around to see Rosa entering with a bowl of chicken soup. The frost on her face melted, and she looked at me tenderly. It would have made me forget that she was the one who left me in the wilderness.

"Fred, I was wrong for thinking you were faking your injuries. Can you forgive me? I made you chicken soup."

I furrowed my brows at the bowl of chicken soup. Rosa never once made chicken soup for me.

At that moment, Jack, with his arm in a cast, said, "Rosa, your cooking's still as amazing as always. Can you get me another bowl?"

My hand trembled as I took the spoon, almost spilling it on me.

Rosa beamed at Jack, immediately helping him to his feet. "Jack, you're such a sweet talker as always."

Jack smiled at her dotingly. "It's only for you, silly."

I immediately felt nauseous once I took a sip of the soup. I vomited.

Jack said, "Fred, does it taste that bad? This is Rosa's secret recipe!"

Rosa's expression turned ugly. She went up to me and snatched the bowl of soup away from my hands. She did it so quickly I couldn't even react.

The soup splashed onto me. My wounds burned in excruciating pain. I was in so much pain, I trembled violently as if epileptic.

Rosa smashed the bowl of chicken soup on the floor. "Fred, I was kind enough to make you chicken soup. Are you so disgusted by it? You can stop pretending! It's not like the chicken soup spilled on you!"

Did she not see me covered in soup?

The soup was not meant for me. It was only leftovers, yet she made it seem like she did it for me.

My heart sank in disappointment.

Rosa saw me trembling and my teeth chattering. She went up and grabbed me by my hospital gown. She snapped at me with a glare, "Stop trembling! Are you deaf?"

I did not want to. I just could not control it. I was in too much pain.

Rosa had no choice but to let me go. At that moment, Philip was woken up by the commotion I was causing. When he saw me in such a state, he was so frightened that he immediately went to get the doctor.

The doctor was stunned to see me in such an epileptic state. He reprimanded Rosa, "Is this how you care for your husband? The chicken soup on his wound would only make it worse! He's trembling because he's in pain!"

Rosa looked at the doctor in a daze. "Isn't he just pretending?"

"Pretending? No one can put on such an act. If he weren't strong, he would have died from the pain."

The doctor immediately injected me with anesthesia and assorted medicines. I was in so much pain from the countless needle jabs that I let out a low growl.

Rosa suddenly said, "Fred, don't be afraid. It's just an ant bite. Don't worry."

I suddenly thought back to the time when we just got together.

I went to her with an injured kitten, only to see her crying. Her eyes were reddened, and she had a bunny in her arms.

When she saw the injured kitten, she quickly put the bunny down to attend to the kitten.

I was moved by her gentle yet resilient character. From then onward, I would often show up with a kitten or a puppy in my hand, just hoping to have a chance to see her.

I brightened up her day and made her laugh every time I saw her. One day, just when I was about to confess my feelings to her, she suddenly told me that she liked me.

I thought our feelings were mutual and that we were building something together, but I often saw her stroking the bunny's fur, looking distant and unfocused.

Later, I found out that the bunny was a gift from Jack, her first love. Back then, Jack left the country to further his studies.

When I found out about the truth, we had a huge fight. Later, Rosa proposed to me. As she put the ring on my finger, she said, "Fred, I only like you. Let's get married. I'll make you feel safe."

In our second year of marriage, Jack returned. I was asked to head to Chicilly for work, but Rosa was here. How could I possibly leave her?

After a long time of planning, Rosa pleaded with me to let her bring Jack along with her. They said that this was one of their regrets when they were together.

I generously agreed to it. In the car, the two of them were inseparable, like lovers finally reunited after a long separation.

Jack was also a veterinarian. Along the way, they chatted and joked about technical things that I wouldn't understand.

Rosa laughed so hard she buried herself in Jack's arms. Jack said jokingly, "Rosa, I wrote you love letters in the past, but I only found out after I graduated that our professor didn't pass them to you."

Rosa froze, looking at Jack in disbelief. Tears started welling up in her eyes. "I didn't know that you used to like me. I-"

Jack smiled and said, "It's all in the past now. You're happy with Fred."

Rosa suddenly sounded anxious, her voice cracking as she said, "But Jack, I like-" Suddenly sensing that I was next to her, Rosa stopped mid-sentence.

I knew that Rosa liked Jack and that he was her first love, but hearing it out loud would kill me.

I turned to see Rosa looking at me tenderly, comforting me. A long time ago, we used to be this sweet with each other.

If anyone commented about my career, she would stand up for me and snap at them, "My boyfriend's the best Wolvesmith there ever was! If you say anything about him, I'll get him to release the wolves on you!"

Her fierce expression was like an anxious kitten. I fell in love with her. I thought about proposing to her.

But in a mere few hours, I changed my mind.

After receiving all the necessary injections, I fell into a deep slumber.

When I woke up once more, I heard laughter and playful shouting outside.

"Jack! Go slower!"