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I quickly hung up the phone: "No one, just a telemarketer." I lied smoothly.

Hearing this, Ethan didn't question me further.

His attention was completely focused on Cassie, who was trailing behind him like an obedient puppy.

The scent of her pregnancy was growing stronger each day, making my stomach turn.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and introduced her to me with false concern in his voice.

"Selene, this is the professional caretaker I found especially for you."

"Since your eyes are impaired, and I'm not home when I'm working, she can take care of you."

After saying this, Ethan gave Cassie a meaningful look.

Receiving his signal, Cassie immediately agreed.

"That's right, I'm quite skilled at taking care of disabled people!" She practically purred the words, her fingers brushing against Ethan's arm possessively.

I nodded halfheartedly, fighting the urge to bare my teeth at her.

"Fine, whatever you decide is fine. I'm still a bit tired, so I'm going back to sleep."

With that, I turned and went back to the bedroom, listening to their hushed whispers behind me.

"How long do we have to keep this up?" Cassie whined.

"As long as needed," Ethan replied. "Just be patient."

When I woke up later, I saw Cassie walking around the living room wearing a provocative maid outfit that barely covered anything.

She pranced about, deliberately bending over in front of Ethan at every opportunity.

Ethan sat on the couch pretending to be serious, his eyes darting between the newspaper and Cassie's swaying hips.

He didn't even notice his newspaper was upside down, too distracted by the display in front of him.

It was like this for several days.

Sometimes, when Ethan went out to work, Cassie didn't even bother pretending around me anymore. The mask of caring nurse dropped completely.

After cooking meals, she would place the food bowls on the highest shelves where no blind person could reach them.

When I got hungry and tried to eat but couldn't reach the food, just sitting helplessly at the dining table,

Cassie would casually walk by, feigning shock.

She'd cover her mouth: "Oh! I completely forgot that you're blind and can't see! Why didn't you call me? Let me put the dishes closer to you."

The mockery in her eyes was almost tangible as she made a show of setting the table. "Do you need me to feed you?"

I ignored her completely.

I picked up the phone. "Guards," I said clearly into the receiver. "This is Luna Selene. I need two pack enforcers at the Alpha residence immediately. The new housekeeper is being deliberately abusive."

Within minutes, two burly pack guards arrived. They bowed respectfully to me.

"Escort Ms. Cassie to the holding cell until Alpha Ethan returns. She has been deliberately neglectful and disrespectful to the Luna of this pack."

When Ethan returned that evening, he found me sitting calmly in the living room instead of Cassie rushing to greet him.

"Where's Cassie?" he asked, tension in his voice.

"In the holding cells," I replied calmly. "For disrespect to your Luna."

"Bring her here," I demanded. "Now."

Twenty minutes later, the guards escorted a disheveled Cassie into our home. She looked between us frantically.

"Alpha! Luna wants to exile me from the pack!"

Ethan's face was a mask of conflict. "Cassie, you need to apologize to Selene. She is Luna of this pack."

Cassie's eyes widened in betrayal, but seeing no support from Ethan, she dropped to her knees before me.

"I'm sorry, Luna," she whispered, voice shaking. "Please forgive me."

I remained unmoved. "Ethan, exile this Omega so that other Omegas with stupid ideas will understand that the Storm pack has strict hierarchy."

"Omegas will always be Omegas. They should never try to climb up through dirty tricks."

"Please," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Don't expel me from the pack. I'm carrying a pup—your mate's pup. If you send me away, we'll both die without pack protection!"

I looked at Ethan, whose face had gone ashen.

"Selene, please," he whispered. "I know I've wronged you terribly, but the pup is innocent."

After a long moment, I nodded once. "She can stay in the pack, but not in our house. She's fired as my caretaker, effective immediately."

Ethan took a breath in relief: "Sure."

But in the dead of night, Ethan tested if I was asleep before quietly leaving.

Light would seep through the barely open door. Whispers and moans intermittently reached my ears.

The sounds gradually got closer, and when Ethan realized it, he frantically lowered his voice.

"Are you crazy? Selene is still in the bedroom."

But Cassie whined playfully.

"The little one in my belly misses you. It wants to be closer to you."

But I didn't let myself suffer in silence this time. I suddenly opened my eyes, sat up in bed, and called out loudly.

"Keep it down, I'm trying to sleep."

In an instant, Ethan pushed Cassie away.

He came back to my side, desperately explaining: "Cassie is worried that you are still angry. She just came to beg for your forgiveness."

Looking at the panicked Ethan before me, I felt a sense of unreality.

The Ethan from before was a clean-cut young man, shyly holding my hand.

He would whisper in my ear that even if mountains crumbled and the earth split, he would love me until death.

When I had the accident and lost my sight, he didn't abandon me.

"Keep the noise down, don't disturb me, or I will definitely exile her."

After saying this, I lay down with my back to him.