Vickson's POVHailey's eyes locked onto mine, filled with anger and something else I couldn't read. Her lips curled as she pulled her wrist free from my grip."You don't get to ask that question, Vickson," she said, her voice sharp and cold. "Not after what you did."I blinked, feeling her words like a slap."Hailey, I just need to know. Please," I pleaded.She let out a bitter laugh, folding her arms. "You *need* to know? Where was that energy when the pack elders tossed me out like trash? Where was this concern when you chose them over me?""I had no choice. You know how the elders are. They wanted an heir—""Don't," she snapped, cutting me off. "Don't you dare try to blame someone else for what you did. You divorced me. You threw me out of the house. I had nothing. No money. No support. Just... gone."She paused and looked away, her jaw clenched tightly.I swallowed hard. "I tried to find you. I swear, Hailey. I searched everywhere."She turned back to me slowly, her eyes narrowing
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