Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing Redemption: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Two Months Later... RHEA’S POV “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” Roxy’s voice rang out like a siren as she burst into the living room. I ignored her, focusing instead on setting the last plate on the table for dinner. It was a small victory that she’d come home just in time. The last thing I needed was for her to wake me later, whining about where to find things in the kitchen. I had been feeling off lately—tired all the time, my energy levels drained to nothing. Even getting out of bed felt like a monumental task. Mom, of course, had written it off as me being lazy, grumbling her usual complaints. Two months had passed since I accepted Miles’ rejection, and I had been trying to move on. But moving on was easier said than done, especially with Roxy parading her relationship with him around like a badge of honor. It was like she thrived on my misery, flaunting what I could never have. No matter how much I pretended to be fine, seeing them together was a knife twisting in a wound that refused t

Two Years Later... RHEA’S POV I hummed softly as Rose helped me set the dining table. Today marked two years of marriage with Miles, and I couldn’t help but feel like a newlywed all over again. The butterflies in my stomach, the care I put into his favorite meal—it was as if we had just exchanged vows yesterday. “Luna, this looks amazing. I think he’s going to love it,” Rose said, stepping back to admire the table. The twinkling fairy lights, the scented candles, and the flower arrangement all worked together to create a cozy, romantic atmosphere. I smiled warmly at her. “Thank you, Rose. I really hope he does.” Miles and I got married after it was discovered that I was pregnant by him. That one night of passion between us brought forth a seed that tied us together. It was like fate wanted us together anyway. But unfortunately, I lost that baby a week after we got married. I never got over it. The pack had been less forgiving. Whispers and side-eyes followed me everywhere aft

RHEA’S POV "I want a divorce," Miles said coldly the moment we stepped into our bedroom. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. "What?" His glare was icy and unrelenting. "You heard me, Rhea. The thread that bound us is gone. We lost the baby, and there’s no reason to stay married anymore. It’s been nothing but problems since the day we said ‘I do.’" Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them spill just yet. "Is this because of her?" My voice cracked, betraying my resolve. He let out a bitter laugh, moving towards the closet unbuttoning his shirt. "This has nothing to do with her or anyone else. This marriage was forced on me. I wasn’t ready for it, and all you ever do is nag, nag, and nag." I followed him to the closet, my voice trembling as I tried to reason with him. "Miles, I only wanted us to work. I just wanted you to try, to put in some effort, to give us a chance." He turned, exasperation etched across his face as

RHEA’S POV “Hello, you’ve reached Alpha Miles Mondragon of the Snowfall Pack. I’m currently unavailable to take your call, but your message is important to me. Please leave your name, contact information, and a brief description of your concern, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. If this is an urgent pack matter, please contact Beta Evans directly. Thank you, and may the moonlight guide your path.” That automated voicemail was the only response I had received from Miles’ phone for the past three days. Three. Whole. Days. My stomach churned as I stared down at the crumpled pregnancy test result in my hands. On the desk beside me lay the divorce papers Miles had sent through his attorney. I had not signed them. How could I? How could I sign them with this new revelation sitting heavy in my heart? Frustrated, I exhaled shakily and crouched down, burying my face in my hands. I willed myself not to cry, but the sting of tears refused to relent. My love for Miles felt like

MILES’ POV The deal had been a success. Another financial milestone secured, another round of applause from the boardroom filled with sharp suits and fat wallets. It was almost six in the evening, and I should’ve been celebrating, or at least feeling satisfied. Instead, I was sitting in my hotel room, staring at the wall like it held the answers to life’s biggest questions. I had managed to distract myself during the meeting, letting the numbers and negotiations take up space in my head. But now, with nothing left to focus on, Rhea’s words from this morning came rushing back, loud and clear. I’m pregnant. I ran a hand through my hair, the strands already disheveled from doing this same motion a hundred times today. The shock from her announcement had hit me like a freight train earlier. My reaction had been, well... terrible. Now, with the initial disbelief gone, guilt crept in. Was it really an accident? Or had Rhea planned this? A knock on the door saved me from spiraling fur