The Human Luna They Betrayed

EVELYN'S POV

I flickered, dumbstruck.

This had to be a dream, one I desperately wanted to wake up from.

Did Ryan just ask me to marry him? No, there's no way he did.

Absolutely no way!

Wasn't he listening to all I told him about my husband and child, and next, he's asking me to marry him?

I gasped, pissed.

How selfish could he be, thinking just for himself.

“Evelyn,” he called, still holding my hands. I pulled away from him, my eyes stern and cold.

He seemed shocked, but managed to remain calm.

“I know it came as a shock, but I honestly didn't feel the need to hesitate or waste time.”

“Really?” I chuckled.

Silence.

He exhaled, strange guilt settling in his eyes. “It's okay if you don't give a response now. You can have all the time you need to think about it.”

I mumbled under my breath, wanting desperately to be rid of him.

The disgust, and annoyance I felt only managed to remain locked in me.

“I'd take my leave now. I have an important meeting to attend.”

He kissed me on the forehead before I realized it, then turned towards the y

door.

I froze, staring at him. I didn't know how to feel or react.

The moment I heard the door slam, a cold rush of adrenaline charged through me.

Getting married was the last thing I wanted now. Not after what I suffered with Silas.

All I wanted was to be free. To start life afresh, and here he was, offering to marry me.

No! This was crazy.

If this is what he wants, then I'd have to leave. Remaining here would only make things worse for me.

I reached quickly for my phone, my fingers trembling hard as I dialled Sarah's line.

She would be able to help me, that I was sure of. All men were the same, selfish and scheming.

Sarah's line rang continuously but no response. This was strange, and never happened before.

Sarah would always pick on the first ring, or the second at first.

I was scared. Could something have happened to her?

The phone slipped from my hand onto the bed as I rose to pack my luggage. I still had some savings I could access. That should get me a hotel room while I try reaching Sarah.

“Ma'am,” I heard abruptly, startling me. “What's wrong?”

A maid walked in, her hands clutched around a medium sized tray. Her eyes narrowed on me with interest.

“What do you mean?” I almost snapped, but managed to regain myself at once. “I'm leaving. I can't stay here anymore.”

She frowned, her eyes flickering. “What's wrong ma? Did we offend you?”

“No, you didn't,” I responded, barely raising my head to her.

“Sir Ryan. What should I say to him? He'd be so angry with me if he finds out I let you go.”

Pain clouded her voice as her gaze remained on me. I felt pity for her, but my mind was made up already.

I clenched the box's handle and dashed out of the room, pulling it right behind me.

Her cries trailed behind me as I walked down the hall. “The Lycan king would kill me. Please don't leave ma'am, at least until he returns.”

I shook vehemently. Waiting for another minute was something I just couldn't afford.

The cries grew louder with each maid and guard I encountered, leaving me with curiosity.

What could Ryan have told them to make them so disturbed. This was getting tough for me. The thought that they would all be in trouble because of me left me so disorganised.

But staying wasn't an option either. It was obvious Ryan only cared for himself.

Asking me to marry him when I had just told him my ordeal was absurd, and absolutely selfish.

“Fine!!” I said at last. “I'd wait right here until he returns. That way, none of you would get into any trouble.”

They heaved in relief and wouldn't stop thanking me.

I had barely sunk my ass into the couch when something on the television caught my attention.

Silas. He stood there, his hand wrapped around Elena's waist. A smile sat pretty on their faces as they spoke.

They looked so happy, and wouldn't stop giggling. My fists tightened, eyes burning with fury.

That good-for-nothing bastard. How dare he look so happy with that bitch after what he did to me?

I glared hard, one thought coursing through my mind— Revenge.

Oh, I needed to make him regret all he did to me. To make him pay, and I was going to do exactly that.

“It seems you're not here with your wife today,” the interviewer asked, drawing my attention immediately.

Colors drained from his eyes. He exhaled. “My wife… what exactly would I say?”

His hands caressed themselves as Elena clung tighter to him.

“My wife has decided to leave me and our son alone. She claims the werewolf world isn't where she belongs and that we do not deserve her.”

I gasped, dumbstruck. What the fuck was he saying? How dare he tell such a blatant lie about me?