6. shocking news.

EVELYN POV

“Life is cruel, Evelyn. We live today and die tomorrow—that's just the meaning of it all…” Her voice dripped with disdain, each word slicing through the tension in the air.

“Are you really having kidney problems? Answer me, you bitch!” I demanded, my voice sharp and fierce, a fire igniting within me.

At that, she erupted into a harsh, mocking laughter that echoed in the room.

She spun around, her smile wide and taunting, so that I could see her well. She was perfectly fine and healthy.

"Of course not, you idiot! Can't you see the game I’m playing here or are you just dumb?!"

My breath caught in my throat. Oh, Moon Goddess!

"So you’re faking it?" My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage. I shook my head in disbelief, trying to sit up, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive, sharp pains radiating through me with each movement.

I couldn't believe this. She was just lying about having a failing kidney??? So I was about to lose one of my kidneys for nothing?

“I have a piece of advice for you, Evelyn,” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Just sign the divorce papers and stop living in this fantasy that you’ll win Alpha John back. You think giving me your precious kidney will change anything? Someone, please, wake this delusional lady up!”

She continued to laugh cruelly like the maniac she was.

She plopped down on her bed again, arms crossed, giving me a mocking stare that pierced through me.

I could see the pity in her eyes, the way she shook her head as if I were a lost cause.

"I’m going to tell Alpha John everything! I’ll scream loud and clear that you pretended to have kidney failure, and he’ll leave you for good and come back to me!" I spat.

She let out another mocking laugh, eyes sparkling with cruelty. "My goodness, you really don’t know when to quit, do you?" Slowly, she walked to my bed, her presence looming like a dark cloud.

"Well, for your information," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "John and I have already planned to toss your weak ass aside after the kidney transplant. And if you think I’m lying, I have proof right here on my phone." She pulled her phone from a purse beside her, the screen glowing as she waved it in front of me.

"I won't believe you! You're just trying to manipulate him, and he doesn’t see it!" I shook my head frantically, grasping at straws. She had to be lying.

With a smirk, she tossed the phone at me. The device landed with a thud, and I hesitated before pressing play.

My eyes widened in disbelief as the video unfolded before me. My belongings were strewn carelessly outside the pack house, my blue luggage and every other thing I owned waiting for me after the transplant.

A knot tightened in my throat, and I took a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

But they came anyway, hot and relentless, streaming down my cheeks. "After everything..." I whispered.

“Awwwwnnn, you poor thing. You just got the worst betrayal of your life,” Diane mocked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

She nonchalantly gathered her hair into a messy bun then snatched the divorce papers from the table and flung them onto my bed, the pen landing beside them.

“Now sign this shit and end things with him. He’s mine now. After all, you’re going to die after this surgery,” she sneered, rolling her eyes as I fought to wipe away my tears.

It was over.

It felt like the world was closing in around me, like an inescapable fog.

My hands trembled as I reached for the pen and drew my shaky signature beneath my name, sealing my fate.

"And that's a good girl," Diane cooed, her voice dripping with mockery as she tapped my shoulder. The smile on her face was anything but genuine as she sauntered back to place the divorce papers where Alpha John kept them.

"I'll be right back before the surgery commences," she added with a casual tone, as if she were discussing mundane plans, not the removal of my kidney.

What was her plan? Would she still go through with the surgery since her kidneys were still fine? Or was she scheming to have them removed just to sell them?

The thought sent a chill down my spine. My gut churned with suspicion. Was she in cahoots with the hospital?

Something felt deeply wrong, and every instinct screamed that I needed to run away before it was too late.

What do I do now? How do I escape this? I can't let my kidney get taken away from me like this. I looked at both of my hands but they were tied in one way or the other.

“Uhm, Ms. Evelyn.”

The voice yanked me from my swirling thoughts. I turned sharply and saw the doctor stepping into the ward, his brow furrowed as he scanned the paper in his hands.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to proceed with a kidney transplant considering the child you’re carrying, Ms. Evelyn?”

In an instant, my anger faded, replaced by disbelief and confusion.

Did he just say ‘child?’

What child?

What did he mean by that?

Was I not barren?

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt warmth rushing through me.

I clutched my stomach. "What do you mean by that doctor?" I asked in curiosity, my eyes widened like saucers.

The doctor looked up, concern etched on his face. "You’re a month pregnant, Ms. Evelyn. Performing the surgery now could be incredibly risky for both you and the baby. We need to address this."

I was truly pregnant?

I couldn’t believe it. My hands went to my stomach, feeling the warmth.

Was it the reason I constantly felt nauseous and dizzy? It was huge news to me. It brought a smile to my face, the first I had since four days.

But that smile disappeared immediately. If I was pregnant, how could I push through with this surgery?

Wouldn’t it be dangerous for the innocent baby?

Fear gripped me at the thought of an innocent life suffering because of my ex-husband and his fiance’s wickedness.

"I can’t go through with this," I whispered under my breath, my voice shaking.

The doctor continued. “We should tell Alpha John so he can do something about this; it seems like he doesn’t know about—”

“No! No! No!” I begged and clamped my hands together. I shook my head frantically.

“Please don’t tell him about this child! Let it be our secret, just between us, please! I beg of you!” I pleaded, my voice breaking as tears rolled down my cheeks. I sniffed and wiped them away hastily while he gazed at me with confusion.

I couldn’t let Alpha John find out about this baby. Not when his soon-to-be Luna was already pregnant.

I imagined John’s reaction if he heard about this. Would he care?

If he saw me as just a vessel, would he now care about the life growing inside that vessel?

He would see my child as a burden and force me to abort the baby.

“But if he isn’t informed, there’s a high risk of you losing your child during the transplant, Ms. Evelyn,” he said, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he crossed his arms.

Desperately, I looked him in the eye and an idea suddenly came to me. I reached out and grabbed the edge of his coat, my fingers shaking. “Please, do something for me, doctor.”