Nicole POV
The moment Jake stepped into the shower, his phone rang. A chill of anxiety swept through me. As the phone kept ringing, I struggled to get up despite my delicate pregnancy. I picked it up, my heart pounding in my chest. To my surprise, it was locked with a password. I tried entering our wedding date, my birthday, even his birthday—but nothing worked. Finally, I tried the date of his mistress’s ultrasound. Taking a deep breath, my fingers trembling with fear, I keyed it in.
To my horror, it unlocked.
I was stunned, like my soul had floated away from my body in shock. My rage simmered, but I had to keep calm—for the sake of the baby inside me. As I scrolled through his messages, my heart shattered into pieces.
“Babe, I miss you so much. When can I see you again?”
He’d never called me “babe” or “love” in that way. I clenched my jaw, feeling betrayed. My Alpha, the one who was supposed to protect and cherish me, was calling another woman by sweet names he never used with me.
I quickly took screenshots of all their chats—evidence I’d need to break things off with Jake. Once I had everything saved, I switched over to his shopping app. What I found there shook me even more. Orders for pregnancy supplements, beauty products, and luxury items, all under the name of Charise Swist.
It broke my heart. He could buy everything his mistress wanted, yet he never bothered to get anything for me or our unborn child. We lived in a grand mansion, and he held a high position in his father’s company. Yet, when it came to buying even the simplest things for our baby, he always claimed it was too much. I couldn’t help but wonder: Did my Alpha Jake truly love me? Or even care for me as his Luna?
After gathering all the evidence I needed, I deleted everything and placed the phone back where I found it. As he was getting dressed, the phone rang again. I glanced at the screen—Charise was calling. Jake quickly grabbed his phone and rushed out to the balcony to take the call.
I stood up, creeping closer to the door, straining to hear their conversation. I heard his voice, full of excitement and joy, as he spoke to her. My heart clenched. The same joy he used to have with me was now reserved for another woman. I returned to my seat, confirming what I already knew.
As I sat there, broken, I asked myself: What did I lack? Why was I so easy to replace? Was I not enough for him as Luna? Or was it just that I never truly mattered? It became clear—he never loved me or our child. We were nothing more than a burden to him.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my little angel kicked inside me, as if to remind me I wasn’t alone. I tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let my traitorous Alpha see me break. I had to stay strong, for the sake of my unborn child.
After his whispered conversation with his mistress, Jake walked back in, wearing that same gentle smile.
“Nicole, my Luna! I need to go. It’s an emergency. I hope you understand—it’s really important. I can’t afford to lose this,” he said, looking at me with those lying eyes.
The pain was unbearable, like being stabbed over and over. I was exhausted, drained from everything I’d just discovered. But I had to stay strong, pretend like I was a behave dog, but still in the dark about his lies and betrayals. As his Luna, I had to act like nothing had changed.
"But Alpha Jake, you said you were tired! Can’t you stay with me, just this once? I really need you... and I'm craving my favorite food. Can you please buy it for me? I’m starving."
“Nicole! I don’t have time for that right now, and you know how far that place is. I’ll let Beta Dylan bought it for you. And please, Nicole, try to understand,” he replied coldly.
The pain cut deeper. It was like I meant nothing to him anymore. He’d rather choose Charise over me and his unborn child. And just like that, he left. But I wasn’t going to let it end there. I quickly booked a taxi and told the driver to follow his car while he was on the phone with his mistress.
“Please, follow that black car, but don’t make it obvious,” I whispered to the driver. My hands were trembling, my heart racing. I didn’t even know how to react—part of me still hoped that everything I’d heard and seen was somehow wrong.
The car stopped in front of a large house.
“This is far enough. Thank you for bringing me here! Here’s the fare, and thank you again,” I said, handing over the cash.
“Wait a moment, ma’am!.. Be careful, alright? Sometimes it’s best to let go of things you can’t control. Think of your child—they need you more than anyone,” the driver advised with genuine concern.
“Yes... thank you.”
As soon as I stepped out, tears streamed down my face, pouring like relentless rain. But before I could drown in my own sorrow, I remembered the driver's words. He was right. My child needed me more than anything. If it meant giving up my title as Luna to protect them, then I was ready.
From a distance, I saw my traitorous husband, arms wrapped around the woman who was tearing my family apart. I took out my phone, snapping pictures to gather more evidence. But just as I was capturing the moment, my phone suddenly rang.
My heart skipped a beat, and I froze when I saw the caller’s name flash on the screen.
