Don't Mark Me

Watching their figures disappear into the distance, I didn't expect it to still feel like a knife twisting in my heart.

In my past life, I got what I wanted—I married Chris.

But I never found happiness.

Before the wedding, I asked him to go with me to pick out a wedding dress.

"I'm busy with work. Can you stop bothering me?" he said.

So, I carried the dress home by myself—only to see him in a restaurant, celebrating Kaia's birthday.

"Kaia is an orphan. She has no family to celebrate with her. Unlike you—you've been pampered since childhood," he explained.

Another time, I had a severe allergic reaction to pollen. I asked him to come with me to the hospital.

"I'm not a doctor. If you're sick, go to the hospital yourself."

So I did. Alone. And that was when I saw him at a clinic, sitting beside Kaia and waiting for her to get treated for a minor cold.

"Kaia is an Omega. She's not like you—you have Alpha blood with strong self-healing abilities," he reasoned.

Later, I risked my life entering human territory just to find the perfect anniversary gift for him. On my way back, a human bounty hunter shot me. As I bled profusely, I called Chris for help.

"What is it this time?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

"I've been shot."

He simply said, "You have Alpha blood. Just sleep it off."

Then, I heard Kaia's voice in the background. "The stars over the desert are so beautiful! I've never seen such breathtaking stars in my life!"

And then, he hung up.

Blood poured from my wound. I had no strength left to move.

Bounty hunters often coated their bullets with wolfsbane poison. If I didn't identify the toxin in time and find the antidote, even my powerful Alpha blood wouldn't be able to heal me.

Memories of my miserable death in my past life flooded my mind, suffocating me. I clutched my chest and let out a bitter laugh.

"Chris, if my love was nothing but a burden to you, then from now on, I will never love you again," I thought.

On the way home from the hunting grounds, Lucian glanced at me, his voice laced with concern as he said, "Fiora, if you're upset, I can go drag that bastard, Chris, back right now."

"I'm fine." I leaned against Lucian's shoulder.

In my past life, I was so obsessed with Chris' love that I neglected the people who truly cared about me.

The next morning, a message popped up the second I picked up my phone.

Kaia sent me a photo. It showed Chris applying medicine to her wound. ​​She was wearing nothing but a sheer, translucent pair of underwear while Chris knelt between her legs, carefully dabbing medicine onto the inside of her thigh with a cotton swab.

The pose was incredibly suggestive.

Beneath the photo, there was a message. She wrote, "Fiora, I'm so sorry. My injury was too severe, so Chris insisted on staying over to take care of me last night."

Disgust churned in my stomach. I had no intention of responding.

But she wasn't done.

A few minutes later, I received another photo. This time, it was of Chris feeding her breakfast.

"Chris made me breakfast! He's actually a really good cook!"

Chris cooked? That was new. In all the time we were together, he never once set foot in the kitchen.

And yet, in my past life, I went out of my way to take cooking classes just to please him. As the Alpha's sister, I grew up in a household with maids—I never needed to cook before.

But I still remember the first time I tried to make him steak. I burned my hand when the oil splattered on my skin.

He took a single bite, then set his fork down. "It's overcooked."

Looking back now, I can't believe how pathetic I was.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, another message popped up—this time from Chris.

"Fiora, your steak actually wasn't bad. Can you make me another one? Just have the driver bring it over to my house."

I raised a brow. Wasn't he the one who said my steak was awful?

Still, I typed out a short reply. "Sure."

Then, I instructed the chef, "Make a steak. Add extra salt. Overcook it."