Marry You Again? Never! Get Away!

1

“Mom, Dad asked me to get some apples, but I messed up. Sorry...."

My son had been struck by lightning while climbing an apple tree during a heavy rainstorm.

In fear and tears, the hospital hallways seemed to stretch endlessly as I rushed to my son's side.

I clutching his small hand, whispering prayers and promises.

Before I could save my son from his insolent father, he was declared dead by the doctor.

My knees buckled and I fell to the floor, the weight of the doctor's words crashing down on me. The grief was suffocating, but beneath it burned a fierce determination.

The anger directly surged my head. I called my husband just to hear, “Honey, Which position do you prefer in bed with me?”

With a steamy voice echoing from his end, I blurted out angrily, "How dare you, Denver!”

Soon, the woman’s voice cracked through the phone, "Ivy, don’t rag on Denver. I am the one who wants that apple. Oh! Faster, honey. Why are you so good at this?”

Denver's reckless disregard for our son's safety was unforgivable. How could a father have the heart to make his only son suffer just for his secret lover?

Denver had taken everything from me. His selfishness and recklessness had cost me my son.

I knew I had to act swiftly, to divorce him, break free from the cycle of pain and neglect he had created.

But he snapped at me when I discussed it, "Ivy, divorce is fine, but Gabriel will be mine."

***

“Gabriel! Gabriel!” I ran along the hospital corridor shouting my only son’s name.

My mind was already in a mess and I did not even think about what I looked like at that time.

I was cooking Gabriel's favorite dish that afternoon, waiting for him to come home after attending warrior training with Marcy Dalton, a Gamma in the Highridge Pack who was in charge of training young warriors.

However, suddenly heavy rain hit the land accompanied by thunder, making my heart beat erratically.

I was a little worried about Gabriel, but the next second, I calmed myself and tried to convince myself if Marcy would take good care of my son. After all, he was a good mentor for the young warriors, so he would protect them all.

However, while I was waiting for Gabriel to return, Marcy mind-linked me, "Ivy, your son is in the hospital right now."

Without having time to answer, I immediately ran in a panic under the rain and headed to the hospital where he was being treated.

My mind was full of questions.

Did Gabriel get hurt during sparring?

Did Gabriel fall while running home?

Or was it something else?

But before I could ask the reason, Marcy had already explained it with a mind-link, "Gabriel said his father told him to bring apples from the Vaughn family's garden, so he hurriedly asked permission to go home first from training.

"The next second, I found out that there was a child who was struck by lightning while climbing a tree. When I knew it was Gabriel, I immediately took him to the hospital."

His father?

So, it was Denver who made my son suffer?

How dare he!

However, I suppressed my anger and replied to Marcy, "Thanks, Marcy. Please take care of my son first. I will be at the hospital soon."

I was sprinting in panic at that moment. I did not even realize that I was not wearing shoes at that time.

But that was not a big deal for a werewolf. After all, we could recover quickly from big wounds, so small wounds like abrasions on the feet were not counted.

That was why I had a little hope that the fast recovery skills on werewolf would also apply to Gabriel.

While still hoping in my heart, I had arrived at the hospital door.

As soon as the people heard my scream, a nurse came to me and asked about my needs.

"I'm here to visit Gabriel Vaughn, a child who was just struck by lightning," I said in a hurry.

“Come here, Ma’am,” the nurse answered and took me to the emergency room, where my son was being treated.

As soon as I saw my son being treated by the doctor and screaming in pain, I could not hold back my tears.

Marcy was there, calming me down and said, "Calm down, everything will be okay. Gabriel is in good hands."

"How? How could he end up like this? Have you contacted Denver? Did he know about it? Why did he suddenly ask for apples?"

I bombarded her with questions, making Marcy confused about which one to answer first.

"Ivy, take your breath. Your son needs you right now. You should calm down while I will try to mind-link Denver again," Marcy explained.

It meant that he still couldn’t call Denver. But that was not the problem at that moment.

So, I nodded and tried to stop my tears.

The next second, Gabriel called me weakly, "Mom?"

I directly came to him and asked, “Yes, dear. What are you feeling right now?”

I grabbed his hand tightly. It was so cold until my tears couldn’t help falling again.

“Mom, don't cry. I… am fine,” he said weakly.

I nodded and tried my best to suppress my tears before saying, “Sure, dear. I will stop crying. Everything is fine, you will recover fast. Now, you can take a rest, okay?”

But by the time Gabriel answered, he was gasping his final breaths, "Dad asked me to get some apples, but I messed up. Sorry...."

2

The doctor announced the date and time of my son's death, while I was just pensive.

My hand was still holding Gabriel's hand which was starting to weaken at that time. It was indeed cold, but I could feel that the warm blood was still flowing in his veins.

“Ivy, I am truly sorry,” Marcy said and patted my shoulder to soothe me.

The doctor then said, “We will leave you with your son for a minute. Just tell us when you are ready, Ma’am.”

After that, everyone was leaving me alone, while my hand kept holding Gabriel's hand tightly.

I could not help wondering in my mind. Why did everything happen so fast?

That morning, Gabriel was still very cheerful.

He acted like usual, telling me all the things he did during training and also the things he wanted to improve.

Gabriel also said that he missed his father, but I just took it as usual, saying that his father was busy because he was the Beta to the Alpha of the Highridge Pack.

It was actually the cliche excuse I always told Gabriel, because I didn't want him to feel abandoned by his father. After all, Gabriel really adored his father who he thought was so cool.

Then Gabriel just replied calmly and asked me to cook his favorite dish for dinner tonight.

That was why I was so excited since morning; starting from shopping for groceries, buying new clothes for him and also some snacks that he might like.

But why in the next second, he had already left me?

It was a dream, right? A nightmare that I hoped I could forget as soon as I woke up.

But when his little hand was slipping from my grasp and falling limply, I began to realize that all of that was real.

Anger immediately filled my mind when I thought about the reason again.

That was all Denver's fault.

He knew that it was raining very heavily at that time, so why did he ask Gabriel to do something that was unreasonable?

Since the mind-link couldn't connect, I called him. Luckily, I had my cell phone with me.

After calling him several times, the call finally connected.

However, the first words that came out were, "Honey, what style do you prefer? Just for your info, I like the doggy style for the first one."

Then, laughter came to my ears. The next second, I heard a woman's voice, “Absolutely, woman on top. Oh, the call is connected, honey.”

With a heavy breath, Denver replied, "Oh, that's right, my hand slipped on the receive button.”

“Just answer, but don't slow down your tempo," the woman whispered, but I still could hear it.

“Naughty baby,” Denver said while continuing his business.

With a steamy voice echoing from his end, I was shaking with rage.

When all the problems that he caused made my life in a mess; Denver, who was nowhere to be found, actually enjoying his life like in heaven.

I blurted out angrily, "How dare you, Denver! When you are making out with your mistress, you instead tell your son to pick apples in heavy rain like this? Why, what is the reason behind this, Denver?"

Instead of Denver's voice, I heard Rosalyn Jensen, an Omega who was my husband’s childhood friend and his mistress at that time.

Her voice cracked through when saying, "Ivy, don’t rag on Denver. I am the one who wants that apple. It is good to eat apples in this weather, right? Just blame me for this.

“Oh, my Goddess, faster. Why are you so good at this?”

Wiping my tears, I retorted coldly, "Denver, I don’t have time for this childish thing. You better come home and sign these divorce papers."

However, Denver ignored my threat and was saying all sweet talk to Rosalyn instead, “You are amazing, honey. Let’s try your favorite style.”

But before I hung up the call, he suddenly snapped at me, "Ivy, divorce is fine, but I am keeping the kid. My request is as simple as that."

In frustration, I talked to the doctor calmly. After all, I needed to administer everything.

One thing for sure, I would never give my son to that heartless man.

The next day, I dragged myself around, sorting the funeral solo.

Everyone kept asking about Denver's existence, but it was Marcy who helped me to answer all the questions.

I actually didn’t have enough energy to answer all of that.

I even thought my tears had dried up, but when they cremated my son, my tears could not help falling again.

The reality hit me hard.

Starting from that day, I could not see my only son again.

His smile had disappeared with the wind, while our conversation had been replaced by the sound of the clock chiming in the living room.

I was all alone again.

Four days later, Denver, who was nowhere to be found, returned home in a drunken state.

As soon as he opened the door, Denver yelled at me, who was sitting in the living room with my son’s picture on my hand, “Water, bring me water!”