Chapter 17
“Maybe you misplaced it?” someone else offered.
I clenched my fists.
Ten minutes later, Jason’s group turned in a sleek, typed proposal. Followed by another group. Both with eerily familiar phrasing and formatting.
I was stunned. Completely stunned.
No one looked at me. No one said a word. Everyone just kept working.
By the time my name was called, my palms were damp, my heart racing. Every second felt stretched and sharp, like something was about to snap. I rifled through my bag again, even though I already knew it was gone.
The pit in my stomach was bottomless. My name echoed down the hall and I stood, frozen for a moment, like
maybe time would stop if I didn’t move. But it didn’t. So I walked forward-empty-handed, humiliated, and
silently praying for some kind of miracle that never came. I had nothing to hand in.
My supervisor was less than understanding. “I expected more from you. This is unacceptable.”
I stood there, speechless. I didn’t even bother trying to explain. It would sound like a weak excuse.
That night, I stayed late, rewriting everything from scratch.
When I finally dragged myself home, all I wanted was to change clothes and collapse. I threw my bag down and
went to the closet. That’s when I noticed it-a bra.
Lacy, expensive, not mine. Smaller than anything I owned, too—delicate in a way that didn’t belong to me. I
knew my own bras, and this one didn’t even come close.
I stared at it for a long time. Then I picked it up and walked into the living room.
“Adam?” I asked.
He didn’t even glance at me.
I held it up. “This isn’t mine.”
He didn’t blink. “So?”
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Chapter 17
“So?” I echoed.
“I’m not going to pretend it is. I cheated. So what?”
The words slammed into me. I actually swayed. He had always been a piece of shit-selfish, careless-but never this blatant, never this cruel. The ease with which he said it, the complete lack of shame… it made something
sharp twist in my gut.
He kept going, like he hadn’t just detonated something.
“You think I was gonna stay with a wolfless mate forever? Come on, Amelia. Be real.”
My throat closed. “I paid the rent. I’ve done everything to keep this place together.”
“And the lease is in my name,” he said, standing up. “So pack your stuff. You’re out.”
“No, Adam-come on. Don’t do this,” I said, stepping toward him. “You can’t just throw me out over this. I’ve been paying the rent. I’ve kept everything running while you-while you’ve been off doing God knows what.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, and I let you. Doesn’t change whose name is on the lease.’
“I don’t care whose name is on it. You’re being cruel for no reason. I’ve done everything I could to make this
work.”
“You being here was never going to work,” he said flatly. “You were just convenient.”
The words knocked the air out of me. My fists clenched at my sides.
“I deserve better than this,” I said, voice trembling.
“Then go find it,” he snapped.
And just like that, it was over.
Just like that, no apology, no regret.
Just contempt.
I grabbed what I could. Threw it into a duffel. My hands shook so hard I could barely zip it. I left the rest behind.
The night air hit me like a slap as I stepped outside.
I had nowhere to go.
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Finally, I called the one person I hadn’t already burned a bridge with.
Jenny.
It rang
and rang.
Then, to my surprise, someone picked up.
“Hello?”
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