Chapter 42 

“Alpha, your mate said that last night after she was injected with drugs and taken to the hotel room, she called you three times. You didn’t answer the first two calls, and the third call got through, but the person who answered was… your lover.” 

“We’ll play it for you to hear.” 

After speaking, the police pressed play. 

Rowan listened again, was tortured alive again. 

Especially that phrase “called you three times,” which connected the whole incident like a bloody needle piercing his heart. He buried his head in his arms, his eyes full of mist. 

Rowan calmed down, raised his head: “I was working overtime at the company last night. Moira… she came into my office and took my phone, saying she wanted to play games. I was busy with work and didn’t pay attention.” 

2 AM. 

Alice drove from the police station to my apartment. 

I had already woken up, changed out of the red dress, removed my makeup, and was packing my luggage. 

“I bought late–night snacks, come eat something.” 

The two sat on the balcony drinking red wine. I caressed the wine glass, looking up at the starry sky: “Someone said that after completing revenge, one should be happy. I should be happy.” 

I tilted my head back and drained the glass, breathing out refreshingly: “Satisfying!” 

This marriage had stripped me of a layer of skin, taken half my life. Finally enduring to the end, I thought I could finish gracefully, say goodbye in my preferred way, but Rowan wouldn’t even grant me this wish. 

He had to force me to go crazy, tear everything apart. 

“In the future… will you still believe in love?” 

This question was for me, but also for herself. 

Would even the most beautiful, most excellent girls ultimately be let down and hurt? 

I hugged the wine glass to my chest, gazing at the quiet night: “I can’t deny all the dogs in the world just because I was bitten by one dog.” 

“But I will be afraid, and dodge far away when it approaches.” 

Alice nodded silently. 

In the end, she wouldn’t believe again. 

They finished the wine, drunkenly nestled in blankets chatting for a long time. Happy things, unhappy things, past, present, future… crying and laughing, finally I fell asleep hugging Alice. 

Morning. 

I put on my trench coat, wheeling my suitcase to the living room. 

Alice hugged me; “Go travel with peace of mind, leave the rest to me. When you come back, everything with Rowan will be completely finished.” 

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I Dumped My Alpha… Now He’s on His Knees 

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“Mm.” I nodded. 

I still decided to depart according to the original plan. Although leaving all the aftermath to Alice was somewhat selfish, I really needed to escape for while–to any corner of the world, 

I had booked an 8 AM flight. 

I wheeled my suitcase out of the apartment. 

Standing at the community entrance waiting for a car, an unfamiliar call came in. 

I stared at the screen, my sixth sense telling me: better not answer… 

Just then, a silver–topped Maybach drove out from the community, stopping steadily in front of me. 

The driver’s window slowly lowered, Jack smiled kindly: “Miss Elara, where are you going?” 

I looked up, stunned for a moment, answering honestly: “To the airport.” 

“Perfect, we’re also going to the airport, it’s on the way.” 

“I called a car.” 

“Just cancel it.” 

Jack got out, smiling, not allowing me to refuse as he took my luggage and put it in the trunk. 

If this car wasn’t impressive enough, passersby would think I was being kidnapped. 

He opened the rear door for me, “Come on, don’t be polite, it’s on the way.” 

His enthusiasm made me feel embarrassed. It wouldn’t be appropriate to let an elder keep opening car doors for me, so I thanked him and got in the 

car. 

As soon as I entered the cabin, I saw Garrett Wylder on the other side. 

Today’s Garrett Wylder wasn’t dressed very formally: light blue shirt, black pants and black leather shoes, no tie, but his cufflinks glinted subtly. Morning light filtered through the car window, casting over him, making his entire person appear crisp and noble, like an ice–blue flower at the highest altitude, so cold one didn’t dare approach. 

“Morning.” I softly greeted, smoothing down the hem of my trench coat. 

Even though we were far apart, I still felt safer being even farther away. 

Garrett Wylder nodded slightly in response, expression indifferent, like an elegant king responding to his polite subjects. 

I pursed my lips. 

Fine. 

Gentle courtesy was just a mask he used for show; coldness was his true nature. But after all, he was someone born with a golden spoon, being a bit proud was normal. Moreover, he had sayed me, and with this filter, I could infinitely tolerate his other flaws. 

The car restarted and drove onto the road. 

I lowered my head to fiddle with my phone, first canceling the ride–hailing car, paying a few dollars in compensation, and checking the driver’s number–it wasn’t the unfamiliar number from before. 

While thinking, that number called again. 

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