My Husband Betrayed Me by Having An Affair with Our Servant

DEAN'S P. O. V

The cabin creaked around us, the midnight air thick with secrets as I traced my fingers over Winona's delicate skin. Her laughter danced between the silence of the trees outside, a melody that pulled at my innermost being.

I had stolen moments with her, fleeting hours away from my reality, the life of an alpha, the vows I had exchanged with Cassandra. But that night, under the warm glow of the fire and the shadows of the stars, I forgot who I was.

"Dean," Winona whispered, her hazel eyes sparkling, reflecting the flames as if they held all the answers I sought. "What’s this?"

I paused a nervous thrill sparking in my chest. In my hand, I clutched the goddess pendant, a piece of evidence of my betrayal. "Just something I wanted you to have," I replied, my heart pounding like it knew the truth.

Her fingers brushed against the pendant, and I saw a look of surprise transform into one of delight. "But Dean, this is—"

"Please." I cut her off, swallowing hard. I wasn't sure which was heavier, the weight of the necklace or the guilt of what I was doing. "I want you to have it. You deserve it."

At that moment, it felt like love. A disguise for betrayal. But reality can be a stubborn beast.

"Alpha Dean!" a voice cut through my memory, pulling me back to the present moment. I turned to see Cassandra’s sharp gaze boring into me. "Why did you give the necklace to Winona?"

I opened my mouth, the truth tearing at my insides, but the words died in my throat. "I didn’t give it to her. I just… threw it away. I was going to buy you a new one."

Cassandra shook her head, her body tensed, and I could see the resignation etched in her features. "You think I care about the necklace, Dean? You can’t cover this up. You can’t just throw away your mistakes."

Her words pierced through me, twisting the blade deeper. "Cassandra..."

But she turned her back to me and walked away, leaving me standing next to Winona, the guilt swelling in my chest. Her eyes avoided mine, a reflection of my shame.

***

The next morning, I woke up, and the cold touch of emptiness settled in beside me. I felt it right away. Cassandra wasn’t there. I reached for her, my instincts still fighting against the impending doom, but my hands met nothing but the cool linen sheets.

Panic surged, and I bolted out of bed. I pulled open the cabinet, searching for signs of her—clothes, trinkets, anything that would scream she was still there.

They were gone. All of them.

"No way..." I muttered breathlessly, stumbling out of the cabin.

I barked orders to my men and sent out search parties. I had to find her, and I had to make things right.

But just as I thought I could get ahead of this disaster, Winona stepped into my path, her expression ice-cold. "Stop, Alpha Dean."

"What do you mean, ‘stop’? Cassandra’s gone!" I shouted, anger bubbling beneath the surface, mingling with panic. "We need to find her!"

"Cassandra has decided to leave, Dean," she said, her tone devoid of warmth. "It’s what she wants. You can’t change that. And now we can do whatever we want."

My rage boiled over, and I stepped closer. "This is your fault! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have—"

"Wouldn’t have what?" she challenged, her strength unwavering. "Wouldn’t have realized that you’re not worthy of her? Do you think she doesn’t feel your betrayal? You brought this upon yourself."

Her words landed and festered, and I turned, running into the woods, each step tainted with regret.

My stomach dropped as I recalled the nights I had spent forgetting my vows—or so I thought. I was losing not just a mate but a woman who had devoted herself to loving me.

Finally, I broke through the trees, my heart nearly stopping at the sight of the carriage, its wheels about to roll away. Cassandra stood there, her posture resolute, the silhouette of strength enveloping her.

"Cassandra!" I called, desperation spilling from my lips as I rushed toward her. "Please, don’t go. I can’t let you leave like this."

She looked up, her expression hardening. "You had your chance, Dean. Trust is shattered. What’s left for us now?"

I stopped just in front of her, breathless, the weight of my mistakes pressing down on me. "I’ll make it right. I swear. Just… don’t leave. I didn’t realize what I had until it was almost gone."

Her face softened for a moment, but then the walls she had built around her heart reinforced themselves. "You should have thought about that before you gave away what was supposed to be mine."

The carriage began to roll, and my heart sank with every inch she moved away from me.

"Cassandra, wait!" I cried out, but she didn’t look back, her figure diminishing as the world between us grew vast and insurmountable.

I stood alone, haunted by my betrayal, realizing too late that what I had lost was far greater than any pendant.