Lira's POV
I never thought packing my stuff could be this complicated. All the items I stashed into my box felt like broken pieces of my life with Varek. The life I had imagined would last forever.
I withheld my tears when I stared at the empty closet. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
How did we arrive at this point? We were supposed to be together for life. But instead, here I was, about to leave. I dried up my tears. Now was not the moment to be vulnerable.
I was worth more than this.
My phone beeped, and it was Anthony. He seemed unfinished with his lecture.
“Lira, please don’t make any hasty decisions that will have a disastrous outcome.
I’m quite sure Varek will handle the case very well. He is just a little preoccupied with some responsibilities. Spare him some time, he will make it up to you.”
I jeered and smirked slowly.
" Huh! You're definitely not serious.Fix this? How could he? Where was he? He called off the bonding ritual without a second thought.
He didn't even think of me. And I have to understand him," I hissed and ignored Anthony.
I stashed the last shirt into the box, trying to shift my mind away from the supposed bonding ceremony.
I had dreamt of walking down the aisle with the entire pack watching. But today, when my desire and joy was to come to fulfillment and reality, Varek's heart and soul went to Ravena, who conspired deceitfully to take him away.
I couldn't count how many times she had done it and how myopic and ignorant Anthony was about this.
"Damn them!"
I closed the box, grabbed my luggage, and headed out. I never told anyone, not even Androlina Wood, who cherished and loves me a lot as her daughter.
The taxi driver I called was already outside waiting. I rushed to stuff my things inside the car's trunk and went inside, instructing the driver to leave.
I gazed out through the window with a grievous heart as each passing street reminded me of the life I left behind.
I had fought for so long, but now I was done. I was taking back control, even if it hurt.
When I got to my old apartment, I stared at it before entering. I had lived here less than a year, and it felt like home, comforting but painful.
I wished to become the old me, full of hope and love for Varek.
I dragged my suitcase, and its weight felt lighter compared to what was in my chest. When I reached the bedroom, the small space felt foreign to me, but I welcomed the change.
As I unpacked, I tried to push thoughts of Varek from my mind, but they kept creeping back in.
Just as I was arranging my bed to lay on it, my phone vibrated again. I was reluctant initially before I decided to pick it up, thinking it would probably be Anthony or Ravena.
