His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 30

His face crumpled a little, but I didn't care. He needed to leave, to stop standing in my

yard like some wounded puppy.

"If you don't leave," I

rising, "

"I warned, my voice

"I'll call I the police again."

Nathan winced at

at that, but sun

didn't

move. .He just stood I there, blood still trickling from the cuts on his arms, his clothes torn from the earlier fight with the rogue wolves. Stubborn fool. The man had always been stubborn, but now it wasn't something I admired-it just made me tired. ured.

I turned on my heel and shut the door,

leaving him outside. I pressed my back

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revving as he left. He really wasn't going anywhere.

Let him stand out there, I thought bitterly.

He made his choices; he can deal with the consequences.

But as the night dragged on, I couldn't help

but check the window. I saw him out

the house, still clutching his bleeding arm.

his face,

looked. He wasn't

to bandage the cuts.

a strange mixture

He didn't deserve

was late, maybe

the yard was silent. When I finally glanced outside again,

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letting him suffer and helping him. But I wasn't a monster. Not like him. Grabbing my

said, my voice sharp. "He's in my yard, passed out. Bleeding. I don't care what you do,

Nathan," I snapped.

I be talking about?"

there in ten," he replied, and I hung up without another

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watched as Nathan's beta

unconscious

yard and into

watching him go. I just felt..... tired. Exhausted by the

hair. Nathan wouldn't stop coming back. It didn't matter how many times I threw him out-he'd keep finding ways to worm back into my life. But I was done. Really done this time. The next morning, I gathered all the materials I'd collected over the past few months-emails, text messages, witness statements-and

lawsuit was a slow, grueling process, but I was ready. I wasn't going to let her win this time. She'd ruined too much, hurt too many people.

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but more than the money, she had to record a public apology. That must've been the real punishment for her, knowing she'd have

the video the

face, once flawless and 'full of arrogance, was marred

Herp

in

one thing she valued above all else had

with the