Amber's POV Alone in my lit room, I sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, my back against the cool, textured wall. Thalia, the wolf in me, whimpered in her corner. Her sorrow echoed in my mind, a haunting melody of pain that I couldn’t silence no matter how hard I tried.“Shhh, Thalia,” I muttered, but my attempts to calm her were in vain. Her suffering was like mine, a constant reminder of the betrayal that gnawed at our hearts.Nash, my husband, is with another woman. I could feel it in the deepest depths of my soul, the harsh reality that polluted the surrounding air. Thalia’s suffering was getting worse, her basic instincts could not understand how cruel an affair was.I closed my eyes, trying to block out the images that threatened to overwhelm me. Nash’s laugh, his soft whisper—was now tainted by lies and deceit. How could he do this to me? For me?A sharp pain tore through my thoughts, drawing my attention to my enlarged stomach. A physical reminder of our love, now tarnished
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