#Chapter 8 – The Truth
Karl

I put down the stack of papers and lean back in my chair. I’ve spent the better part of the morning going

over the report from my investigators, and I’m still struggling to wrap my head around everything they

found.

It seems like Abby has had a tough couple of years. Even though her father gave her a generous

severance package, his business has clearly been struggling. He even had to sell their house,

something I know must have been hard for Abby, who spent her childhood there.

Her father was a supplier for the former Alpha, and her family was very wealthy as a result. When we

married, though, she offered to change suppliers to avoid suspicion.

We didn’t want people to see me as a selfish Alpha. I don’t think either of us realized how much of a

strain that would put on her father’s business, even if he was completely understanding of our decision.

After our divorce, Abby started as a backroom apprentice at a restaurant. By doing so, she managed to

save up a sum of money.

Looking at the pictures of her from that time makes something in my heart hurt. She looks haggard,

worked to the bone, and there’s a hollowness in her eyes that makes me feel incredibly guilty. I know I

caused that broken look on her face. I never imagined she felt as heartbroken as I did. She cheated on

me, after all.

From there, she moved to the capital to start her own business. Using some contacts left behind by me,

she was able to build her restaurant into a must-go spot. Now she’s doing great. She owns one of the

top eateries here, which is a feat in and of itself.

Her acquaintances describe her as incredibly smart, great at maintaining relationships, sweet, and

information about her patrons. Everyone my investigators

to say

like she hasn’t had much time to focus on any

the evidence that she

been in

of herself into her business, and she’s seen results. Her food is

best food in the capital. I can’t reconcile this person with

to cook. I just never took it seriously. I

the other hand, seems to

on him. Wherever he’s working

to find

interviews with my staff, Abby was always really friendly. She was close

loved to

likely that the intimate photos I saw of Abby

not

the other evidence, though. How would her panties have gotten

can’t think of any explanation, and

any of the physical evidence I found. It’s not like I

her

my heart shattered. I really

someone else broke me.

I employed him back when I

fabric, including Justin’s semen. It’s hard

developed that can pinpoint the

if only to get my wolf

morning, Alpha,” he says when he picks up the

“Did you do the tests

have the results

wait for him to pull up the information

here it is.” He’s silent for a moment, and I’m not sure if I’m even breathing. “It seems that

on the panties appeared at least 24 hours after

“What does that mean?”

the wearer of the panties had them on that

appeared.”

that’s true, then Abby didn’t

ahold of her panties and did something with them I’d rather not imagine. In

down immediately and let my wolf

up the phone and lean back in my

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