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Yes 2024-10-15 20:27 active 1637 0 đŸ”žđŸ”„ Continuer la lecture ➀➀ (Lily POV) Today is my 14th birthday. There will not be birthday cake, singing, or a party. Instead, we are attending a funeral. My sister's funeral, to be exact. Before my sister... died... we had a large party planned for me. I normally do not have a big party, but 14th birthdays are a really big event to werewolves. They are the day that we first meet our wolves. The next monumental birthday is our 20th birthday; that is when can first identify our fated mates. I am our Beta’s youngest daughter, and my father is loved and well-respected. Everyone was excited to meet my wolf and to see what type of wolf she would be. Thus, the guest list for my party was pretty large, and it included ranked wolves from nearby packs. I am normally a little bit of a loner, hence why I usually do not have a big birthday party. However, for this particular occasion, I was happy to have a lot of guests. Meeting your wolf comes with the first shift/ transition, and that can be incredibly painful. As inherently social creatures, the only thing known to help wolves with the pain of the first shift is to have supportive family, friends, and community around you. The way that it typically works is that the pack will host a dinner or barbeque in your honor. As night falls, and the moon replaces the sun in the sky, everyone will gather inside the pack amphitheater. The shifter-to-be will stand in the middle of the amphitheater while guests quietly chant well wishes and prayers to the Moon Goddess. The energy in the space can be electrifying for everyone present, no matter whether there are 25 attendees or 500. Once the first shift is completed, the new wolf will prance around the stage and strut their stuff. The crowd will “ooh” and “aah” until the pack alpha approaches, learns the new wolf’s name, and introduces the wolf to the crowd. The new wolf will also swear his or her allegiance to the pack and to the alpha, allowing the wolf to mind-link with other pack wolves. Finally, the new wolf and any guests old enough to shift will go for a pack run. The whole process is incredibly special and exciting. As you might imagine, dĂ©cor is also an important part of the party planning process. Each shifter gets to decide the decorations and party theme that will be used for their party. If more than one wolf turns 14 on the same day, the wolves can either agree on a theme or split the party into parts that they can individually decorate. The pack luna will then work some sort of magic that somehow blends the individual areas into one cohesive theme in the center. My birthday is in October, and despite how large our pack is, I am the only one born on that day. I love having an October birthday because my favorite season is fall. For my dĂ©cor, I had picked flowers and decorations in rich fall colors, including deep oranges, reds, and greens. Unfortunately, none of my party decorations will be used. Or rather, none of my decorations will be used for me. As I mentioned, we are holding a funeral today instead. My oldest sister, Stephanie, died this morning. Pack and religious tradition dictates that we must hold funerals within 24 hours of death. Because Stephanie died shortly after midnight, her funeral must be held today. All food and dĂ©cor set aside for my birthday party was therefore immediately diverted for the funeral; thankfully my fall themed colors were sufficiently somber-ish to work. All decorations that seemed relatively “happy”, celebratory, or that mention me have been removed. Pictures of Stephanie have now been placed on tables and podiums, and the music I selected has been swapped out for songs about loss or Stephanie’s favorites. The loss of Stephanie is a really hurting. Not only was she my sister and my parents’ oldest and favorite child, she was also widely anticipated to be the mate of Alpha Randall’s son, James, which meant she was most likely the future luna of our pack. Stephanie would have turned 20 in three months, and she and James would have been able to confirm that they were mates then. The pack was so sure that they were mates —and Alpha Randall was so eager to turn the pack over to James and his mate, once she was identified and ready to take on the luna position— that they deviated from standard protocols and decided to begin Stephanie’s Luna training just after she turned 18. If I am being completely honest, something never sat right with me about Stephanie starting Luna training. Part of it is what Stephanie's Luna training meant for me, but that is a separate conversation. The biggest thing was that I did not understand why luna training could not wait until Stephanie turned 20 and could confirm who her mate was. Lunas for generations have waited for their training; why couldn't Stephanie? It also bothered me quite a bit to watch Stephanie hang all over James at pack functions. Our pack frowned upon dating and public displays of affection prior to finding your mate; it created too much risk for problems, anger, and jealousy once your mate was located. For whatever reason, an exception was made for Stephanie. But then again, exceptions always were made for her. Stephanie was strong and absolutely beautiful, and the pack knew her as being kind, smart, and energetic. She could do no wrong in the eyes of my parents, the alpha, or the pack. I hope I do not sound too jealous or bitter. I loved my sister, and her death is hitting me really hard. It’s just that
. I knew a different side of my sister than everyone else, and I know more than anyone that my sister was far from perfect. Had I spoken up before she died, I would have been accused of jealousy and lying. And were I to speak up now, well
 I would be accused of jealousy, lying, AND improperly speaking ill of the dead. It is easier to just let it go. Along with my birthday. It isn't that important anyway. I do not want to be selfish or self-centered. The only immediate problem with letting go is that --bad timing or not-- I am going to shift for the first time tonight. There is nothing I can do to stop or postpone it, as much as I would like to do so. I am worried about how it is going to go. Hopefully, during the reception, my mother or father or brother or someone will be willing to step aside with me for a 20-30 minutes just to get me through it. We could then return and act like everything is normal. Or as normal as it can be with Stephanie now gone. Sadly, I should have known that nothing in life is that easy. Chapter 2: The Little Brat (James POV) I watch sadly as the casket is carried from the temple to the burial grounds. It is a cold October day, and the gray sky and drizzly weather adds to the overall somber atmosphere. I cannot help but be impressed at how quickly the pack was able to pull everything together for Stephanie's funeral. All funerals happen quickly in our world, but because of how fast the funerals must take place, the dĂ©cor and guest list is usually somewhat lacking. It is a testament to how much Stephanie was loved that they were able to put together so many beautiful floral arrangements in her honor, and that so many people were able to be here to honor her life, including many wolves from other packs. If it wasn't for it being such a horrible occasion, I would actually describe the color scheme as beautiful. Then again, fall has always been one of my favorite seasons. I am vaguely aware that we had some other function on the calendar today, but I honestly cannot think of what it was. With a large pack —the West Mountain Pack has over 10,000 members— we have a lot of functions. As the future alpha, I am expected to attend as many of them as I possibly can, but no one expects me to remember what they all are
 even if I try to pretend in the moment. Unless reminded by an Omega or my amazing girlfriend, I can't even seem to remember my own mother and father's birthdays most of the time. My amazing girlfriend. I sigh, wiping a tear from my eye. She will never again be around to remind me about birthdays. Sadly, there will be no pretending that I know what today's ceremony is about. Stephanie Brogan was the love of my life, and she was my future mate and luna. I still cannot believe that she is gone. We never even got to fully experience the mate bond, including the sparks betwwen us. Had she lived just three months longer, our wolves would have confirmed one another as mates and Stephanie would have been able to formally claim her proper place in my bed and in my life. Instead of welcoming her body into my bed, I am saying good-bye to her today. I am also saying good-bye to all of our future plans and dreams together. I cannot help but feel anger and resentment about that. This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT*** Stephanie and I are cuddled on the couch in the packhouse living room watching a movie. I have my hand on her arm and I am about to kiss her when she gets distracted by a text message. Stephanie did not let me see the message, which annoys me, but she quickly explains that Lily is lost in the forest after having snuck out to meet a boy. Stephanie’s sister is 13 or 14 years old. She has all the teenage acne and attitude that comes along with being that young. Unlike Stephanie —who has beautiful blond hair and hazel eyes— Lily has reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. Or at least I think they are bright green; she usually has them covered up with large black glasses. Stephanie gets up and tells me that Lily has texted her, begging her to come and find her. I am annoyed by the interruption, but I offer to go with Stephanie to get the little brat. Stephanie says Lily will be upset if anyone else knows about her little escapade. Stephanie reassures me that she will be fine, and then gives me a quick peck. My wolf and I have a bad feeling when Stephanie leaves, but Stephanie has us wrapped around her little finger. It is almost impossible for my wolf and I to disagree with her about anything. We pause the movie and decide to get some work done in my dad's office while we wait for Stephanie to get back. I am a night owl anyway, so I do not mind waiting. Unfortunately, about an hour after Stephanie leaves, I get an urgent mind-link from our pack warriors. They report that the Little Brat had been spotted running out of the woods screaming for help. Before they can say much more, I shift into my wolf form and take off running. I follow Stephanie’s scent far into the woods
. until I come to a small clearing, which is covered in Stephanie’s blood. Her bloody clothes are tossed around, and chunks of her hair are thrown about as well. It is the worst, most savage site that I have ever seen. The smell of rogues is all over, so it is fairly obvious what has happened. The a---holes didn’t even bother to leave her body. ***END OF FLASHBACK*** Tears threaten to continue to fall as I think back to the scene last night. I have not slept or eaten since I found what was left of Stephanie, and I am having trouble holding my emotions together. Now that my eyes have spotted Lily, my anger with her becomes a welcome distraction. I have a very hard time looking away from her. The truth is that I have always found myself strangely curious about her, but today
 today all I want to do is take my anger out on someone, and she seems as good a target as anyone else. Her teenage behavior cost me my mate! And it cost this pack its future luna! My wolf, Luke, begs me to calm down. It is an interesting thing, having the wolf side try to calm the human side. As upset and angry and emotional as I am, it is tempting to ignore him and immediately start teach that Little Brat a lesson. However, I decide to follow Luke's advice after he reminds me that Stephanie deserves to have her funeral be all about her and not some whiny teenage brat. That does not mean that I am going to let Lily get away with what she has done, but I wait until a more appropriate time to take my revenge. I turn my focus back to Stephanie’s casket, which we filled with her bloody clothes, hair, and anything that could be found at the site that had her blood on it. The casket has been brought to the center of the amphitheater. The alpha and beta families take their seats in the front row, and my father and the pack priest move beside the casket to begin the ceremony. The ceremony involves a lot of prayers, rituals, and speakers. The average ceremony takes 2-3 hours, and Stephanie's will most likely take closer to 4-5 hours given her status in the pack and how beloved she was. During the ceremony, I keep trying to distract myself by looking around as others around me. I do not want to be seen as weak by curling into the fetal position and wailing like a baby, even though that is the only thing I want to do right now. My heart breaks as I glance at Stephanie’s parents next to me in the front row, holding on to one another as they cry. Seeing Stephanie’s father —a strong, powerful Beta wolf— break down is a sight I have very rarely seen. The pain in his eyes is heart-wrenching. I also notice Stephanie's brother, Nick, as he clings to his mate, Jenny. Both of them are crying as well. Nick is my best friend, and I have known him since we were tiny pups, but I have literally never seen him cry. I notice that there are no dry eyes anywhere. Even my father has a few stray tears running down his cheeks, although I am sure he would punch anyone who pointed it out. He is a proud man, just like me. As the sky continues to darken, I notice the Little Brat starting to act like she is uncomfortable in her seat. I can tell that Stephanie's mother is getting agitated, and rightly so. For once, can the Little Brat not think about something other than herself? Seriously. It is one ceremony. Just one. For an older sister who died trying to help her. How dare the Little Brat not hold herself together? The next thing I know, the moon is high in the sky and the final rites are being spoken by the priest. As exactly that moment, the Little Brat whispers something in her mother’s ear. Her mother turns and glares at her, causing the Little Brat to put her head down. I then watch as the Little Brat stands up and walks away. She looks like she is in pain, and I hope that she is. How dare she walk away from her sister’s funeral! Especially in the middle of the last rites! I am tempted to follow her and give her a piece of my mind, but Stephanie means more to me than that. I remind myself once again that I will get my revenge on Lily aka the Little Brat soon enough. For tonight, I must remain focused on the love of my life. Chapter 3: Lily Meets Rose “Y-yes.” “Good. Now open your eyes.” I opened my eyes and immediately noticed that I was not human anymore. My feet and hands were paws. I then looked into the water that pooled at the edge of the waterfall, and I saw my reflection
 or rather the reflection of Rose. My heart stopped. There are many different types of wolves —alpha wolves; beta wolves; gamma wolves; warrior wolves; silver wolves; white wolves; red wolves; omega wolves. And even within those categories, there are varying sizes and colors and markings. We learn about the types of wolves in school. “Expect the unexpected” was a phrase that was often said about the first transition, but in reality your wolf generally follows your lineage: the children of alpha wolves will generally be alpha wolves; the children of beta wolves will generally be beta wolves; and so on. Typically, the big excitement —especially with children of ranked wolves— centers on the size, color, and personality of the new wolf. Looking back at me in the reflection of the pool was a type of wolf I had never seen or learned about in school. Rose’s fur was a beautiful bluish-silver color that almost glowed. On the right side of her rump was a large black crescent moon symbol, and the black coloring of that symbol matched her solid black paws and black tail. In addition, I noticed that Rose was huge. Although it was tough to tell, it appeared to me that Rose was at least as large as some alpha wolves. “What type of wolf are we, Rose?” “A special type. You will learn more as time goes on, but know that the Moon Goddess has blessed you and I, Lily.” I did not say anything; I was not sure what to say. Rose and I sat by the waterfall for a while longer, until I remembered Stephanie’s funeral. “We need to get back!” I told Rose in a panic. Rose guided me through how to transform back to our human form, and I frantically searched the nearby trees for clothes. I found a men’s t-shirt and shorts. Both were far too big for my small frame, so I opted to just put the t-shirt on. I also grabbed my eye-glasses off the ground and put them on; thankfully they did not break during the transition. Now that I had Rose, I would not need the glasses anymore because she would heal my eyes. However, Rose warned me that —for now— it was best that I continue to wear the glasses and let the pack believe that I did not yet have my wolf. I thought it was a curious thing for her to say, but I had no reason to not trust her. I hurried back to the packhouse and got into the beta suite, hoping to quickly change clothes and re-join the mourning crowd. Unfortunately, once I got in the suite, I was met with the angry, accusing eyes of my mother. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HOW DARE YOU MAKE A SCENE AT YOUR SISTER’S FUNERAL! HAVE YOU NO SHAME? ARE YOU SO SELFISH AND SELF-CENTERED THAT YOU CAN THINK OF NO ONE BUT YOURSELF?” I said nothing. What could I say? My mother then did something that, in my 14 years, she had never done before. She slapped me. Hard. And the beating continued from there. Chapter 4: Living in the Shadows (6 years later) (Lily POV) Six years have now passed since that fateful day that Stephanie died. I wish that I could say that life has moved on, and that we have found good in the bad... but for the most part, it isn't true. Stephanie is just as much a part of this pack today as she was before she died. And the grief felt in the pack is just as raw and angry as it was that first day. If anything has changed, it is that --instead of Stephanie being out in the center of things-- she lives on almost like a shadow over everything. She now has a couple of streets named after her --Stephanie Lane and Steffie Avenue (her nickname was "Steffie"); and you can quite literally find some of her favorite outfits on display in glass cases at various places throughout the pack. Even more bizarre, the day she died was turned into a pack holiday, as was her birthday. Everyone but pack omegas have both days off from work, school, and training, and there are somber celebrations and remembrances planned to commemorate each occasion. I once made the mistake of asking my parents whether this was a normal reaction to the death of a single she-wolf. We can love and miss her, but to continue to hold large ceremonies every year? And to treat her as a saint and forget that she had a human side too? That seemed a bit too much to me. As far as I know, the pack has never done this for any other luna or future luna, and it only honors 2-3 historical alphas in such a manner. I was rewarded for my questions by being called jealous and hateful. (I also received a significant beating, but beatings had become commonplace from my mother, so I cannot say that my question necessarily triggered the beating I received that day. Plus, the beating hurt far less than what I received before Stephanie died. But for the slight pain and who did the beating, I almost would not have minded.) Overall, I think the worst part of losing Stephanie six years ago wasn't losing Stephanie... it was how losing Stephanie impacted my relationship with my parents and other pack members. Before Stephanie died, I was well aware that Stephanie was my parents' favorite. My older brother Nick and I would even joke about it from time to time. But even though Stephanie was their favorite, they still treated me really well and loved me. They never would have raised a hand to me before Stephanie died. After Stephanie died, however, my parents could barely look at me. And when they did, I saw the unmistakable wish in their eyes that it had been me, not Stephanie, that died that fateful night. In addition, my parents stopped caring about my well-being generally. I lived in their house until I was 17, but I was responsible for my own meals and necessities. I was forced to take on a part-time job at a nearby diner just to ensure I had clothes and food to eat. (I technically could have eaten the food that was available in the packhouse, but the dirty looks and mean comments made by my parents, James, and other pack members were enough to make that an unrealistic option.) Also, in case you are wondering, I have not celebrated a birthday since Stephanie died. Not one single soul other than Rose has bothered to tell me happy birthday. No one even bothered to ask me whether I had received my wolf. That wasn't because birthdays stopped being important; it was just mine whose meaning changed. I attended plenty of birthday parties, and the pack hosted plenty of 14th birthday celebrations. In fact, I think it was because of one of those birthday celebrations that someone finally questioned whether I had received a wolf. It was a legitimate question, given that I was over 14 and never joined a pack run. Rose encouraged me early on to skip them "for safety reasons," and I was all too happy to do so. Had anyone bothered to ask me directly about my wolf or about why I was skipping the pack runs, I would have been honest... but no one ever did. Instead, a rumor spread that I was wolfless. Pack members speculated that I lost my wolf as a result of post-traumatic stress from losing Stephanie and/or guilt for what I had done to Stephanie. That latter theory was the one that really got under my skin, because I knew that was a theory and rumor spread by James. Shortly after Stephanie's funeral, he told my parents and most of the pack that Stephanie was only in the forest that night to save me. He also said I had gone out to meet a boy. I have no idea why he would say such things; I have never had a boyfriend and Stephanie was the one who asked me to meet her in the forest. This rumor was the main reason that I received a beating from my mother the night of my first shift. And it probably adds to the reason that pack members wish me dead. Notably, though, I have never dared to defend myself. To tell the truth would be the equivalent of talking negatively of both Stephanie and our future alpha.... and would likely lead to a death sentence. So instead, I have always just pushed through. One of the ways that I have survived is to hold on to the faith that one day things will be different. Another thing that I have done is take every last opportunity to leave the pack. For example, I hurried through high school so that I could graduate early, and I then went away to college. To avoid coming home, I have been loading up on credit hours and taking every term of school -including the mini winter sessions-- that I can get. I am also taking advantage of a unique expedited program offered just for werewolves doctors. Given all of these things, I actually expect that I can become a fully licensed werewolf doctor in just a couple more years. Until I become fully licensed and independent, I will have to continue to bear the shadow of my sister and the pain that comes with it. I am required to be present for both of her holidays --all pack members are; there are no exceptions-- but thankfully those are among the very few times that I can reliably be found at the Western Mountain pack these days. My ultimate goal is to meet my mate and become a pack doctor in his pack... which I pray to the Moon Goddess is not the Western Mountain pack. If, Goddess forbid, my mate is in this pack, perhaps I can convince him to transfer packs with me. Goddess willing. Tomorrow is my birthday. I guess we will find out then. Chapter 5: Without His Luna (James POV) Tomorrow will mark six years since Stephanie died. Everything and nothing has changed. I still think of Stephanie every single day. Her beautiful smile. Her laugh. The kindness that she showed to pack members. The ethusiam that she showed for her luna training. Stephanie would have been an amazing and strong luna. Had Stephanie lived, we would have been happily married by now. We would probably have already had at least two adorable pups, who would have been doted on by two loving sets of grandparents. Together, Stephanie and I would have been leading the West Mountain Pack to new heights. Of course, Stephanie is no longer here. And without Stephanie
 Well, without Stephanie, I am only a fraction of the man that I used to be, and only a fraction of the wolf. Without Stephanie, I am not even Alpha yet. In our world, most alpha heirs take over from their fathers between 25 and 30 years old. That timing ensures that most alphas will have already found their mates before they take over the running of a pack. Running a pack is not easy to do by yourself. Even with a strong beta and a strong gamma, a luna’s importance to a pack cannot be underestimated. A luna brings heart and balance to a pack and to the alpha himself. She is the alpha’s equal, and she is one of the few werewolves in the pack who can get away with challenging and questioning an alpha’s decisions. If she exercises her role properly and judiciously, a luna’s presence can lead to better overall outcomes, decisions, and governing. This is especially true if the luna is the alpha’s fated mate, because it means she takes on her role with the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Alpha heirs who take over their packs prior to turning 25 typically do so either out of necessity, or because they have been fortunate to have been mated very early to a strong luna. Six years ago, when Stephanie was still alive, my father thought we were going to be part of the lucky latter category. He had been very eager to take an early retirement. He and my mother had fantasized about all the European trips and Caribbean cruises that they would take after I was sworn in as alpha, and they had already had tentative plans for at least one of those trips. Of course, all of those plans were ultimately scrapped. Today, I am old enough to take over as alpha, even without a luna by my side
 but my father is concerned that I am not mentally strong enough to do so yet. He sees me as broken. My father is probably right. It is a little hard not to feel broken. The reminders of Stephanie are everywhere. Even after six long years, I feel like I cannot escape from the reminders or from my grief, and it is suffocating. The packhouse has practically turned into a mini museum to her, and almost all of the local businesses have some sort of small dedication, whether it be a dedicated drink, food item, picture, or shelf of Stephanie-inspired items. Worse, twice a year, we hold a series of ceremonies and remembrances for Stephanie. As Stephanie’s mate and as the future alpha heir, I am expected to attend every one of them. I want to be there. I know that I should be there. But
 It is complete and utter torture. Every day without Stephanie is difficult, but Stephanie’s birthdays and death anniversaries always hit me the hardest. What I want to do more than anything on those two days is be by myself so that I can process my grief. There is a waterfall that I like to go to. If I could, I would spend all day there on both days. The waterfall isn’t exactly hidden, but to find it, you have to go pretty far within the woods and know where to go. As far as I know, I am the only one in our pack who ever goes there. Being at the waterfall brings me comfort; it always has. That is where I want to be when I am grieving or upset. Unfortunately, instead of spending time in the comfort of my waterfall, I have to spend the two hardest days each year out in public with almost 20,000 eyes watching my every move and every reaction. Instead of just
 grieving
 I have to be conscientious of how every display of emotion can impact and be perceived by the pack members. As I listen to pack members, Stephanie’s parents, and my own parents take turns telling stories about Stephanie and her good deeds, I am expected to somehow strike an impossible balance between sadness and strength. At each of the events, year after year, the remembrances are largely the same. At this point, I practically have the speeches memorized. The speeches usually include stories about how Stephanie would bake cookies and send her sister to deliver them to the guards working the late-night shift on the borders. And stories about how any time anyone was injured in training or at battle, she would not only have her sister deliver care baskets to patients at the hospital, but she would also put one together for any family members separated from them while they were recovering. My parents talk about how eager Stephanie was to take on her position as luna, and how dedicated she was to her training, even working on lessons for hours at home multiple times per week. Stephanie’s parents talk about their prior dreams for their daughter and the hole they continue to feel in their hearts. Nick talks about how family celebrations do not feel the same without Stephanie there, and Jenny talks about wishing that she still had a sister-in-law to bond with and engage in girl talk. The only blessing is that —as the grieving mate— no one expects me to say anything at these events. But that does not spare me from the staring and judgment. If I show too much sadness, pack members worry that I am weak and will not able to be the leader of the pack in the future. If I seem too stoic or show too much “strength,” pack members could perceive me being disrespectful towards Stephanie’s memory. They will also worry that my reign as alpha will lack balance and compassion
. which I already hear whispers about from time to time. Sometimes, I feel angry about the whole thing. I would never, ever expect anyone who has lost their mate to put themselves on a stage multiple times a year and be judged on whether their external grief is appropriate enough. And yet my parents have no problem doing it to me. I tried to push back once, but only once. As you can imagine, it did not go well. I started the conversation by telling my parents that I did not think it was healthy for me to be surrounded by constant reminders of Stephanie, and I told them that I thought the constant remembrances were counterproductive to my mental health. I suggested that we scale back the events, or make them more private affairs. My father got angry and accused me of being selfish. He told me that being uncomfortable and coping with the pressure of judgmental pack members is part of being an alpha. Meanwhile, my mother reminded me that the ceremonies had been Stephanie’s parents’ idea, and she asked me if I wanted to be the one to tell them it was no longer important to celebrate Stephanie’s life. No, of course I did not want to tell Stephanie's parents that. No, I did not want to be selfish. I just wanted --and still want-- to not feel so sad all the time. Six years in, and the only reprieve I ever get from my grief is when the Little Brat is around. She has made herself scarce the last few years, but when she is around, my wolf and I can sense her from a mile away. My wolf and I fight about her all the time --for some reason, Luke seems to have a soft spot for the Little Brat-- but we can agree that it is nice having her around. For me, it's because I have a worthy target for my anger and rage. Chapter 8: Daddy's Girl (Lily POV) The drive to the pack house was eerily silent. After my father and I arrived at the pack house, my father quickly exited the vehicle and headed to his office, leaving me on my own. I timidly and cautiously got into the beta suite, but I was relieved to find that my mother was already in bed. I decided to go directly to my room and try to sleep as well. Unfortunately, I ended up tossing and turning all night. The look on my father's face when talking to the guards continued to haunt me. When I did sleep, I had nightmares. Strangely, Rose seemed restless too, but other than briefly wishing me a happy birthday after it hit midnight, she did not say anything. I think the main thing that provoked my nightmares and kept me up was that my heart ached for my father. I knew that I wanted to help him with his pain and ease his suffering, but I was not sure what I could do or say to make things better. It has already been six years. If time has not helped heal his heart, what could I do? The truth is, I am not Stephanie and I never will be. The only thing I have ever known how to do for my father is to try to stay out of his way. At least for my mother, I can serve as a literal punching bag to help her relieve her grief. And for others in the pack, I can serve as both a literal and metaphorical punching bag. But, I am nothing to my father: my father has neglected me and ignored the sufferings I went through, but he has never directly participated in any of them. Perhaps that is one reason his pain upsets me more than the pain of everyone else. He is the least awful amongst my current tormentors, and I can sometimes lie to myself that he does not know or agree with how much I have suffered. I know that it probably seems strange that my heart aches for him at all, given that he is someone who, for the most part, could care less about me. However, please understand that for my own sanity, I have chosen to remember and hold on to the good times in my childhood. Of course, there is also the fact that... regardless of how my father currently feels about me... I have always been --and will probably always be-- a daddy's girl. It is just part of who I am. Since I was in diapers, I have looked up to my father and considered him to be my superhero. Before Stephanie died, I never saw an ounce of weakness in him. He was my strength and my rock. I always had an strong desire to make him proud of me. He was always the first one I ran to when I got a good grade on a test, or when I drew a picture I thought he might like. And ...before Stephanie died... he was always the first one to dry my tears when I got hurt or to give me reassuring praise when I felt down. Even though I knew Stephanie was his favorite... even though I knew Stephanie's accomplishments would always be greater, and that he would always be more proud of her... those little things mattered to me. I lived for those moments. Sigh. By 5:30 am, I gave up on any hope of further sleep. Stephanie's first remembrance event was not scheduled until 11 am, so I knew I had a little bit of time. Eager to take advantage of that time and also avoid my mother, I took a quick shower, packed a small backpack, and headed out of the house. Predictably, my feet led me to the waterfall that I had shifted in front of six years ago. I have come here at least twice a year since Stephanie died, usually on her birthday and death anniversary. The waterfall brings me an odd sense of peace. As beautiful as it is, I do not know anyone else who comes here. Perhaps that is why I like it so much. I sighed. "It is easy to tell myself that when I am away from the pack and not having to cope with the consequences. It is a lot harder to believe that I am blameless when everyone around me is crying and upset all the time. You saw my dad last night. That nearly broke me. He is still hurting so much." "That does not make any of it your fault," Rose protests. "Rose, the day before Stephanie died, I prayed that the Moon Goddess stop Stephanie from continuing to hurt me." "She was not hurting you, Lily. She was torturing you. There is nothing wrong with you praying that it stop." "There is if it cost Stephanie her life." "Lily, you are not giving the Moon Goddess enough credit. You are smarter and stronger than this. You need to stop with the emotional vomit and ---" Suddenly Rose stops talking through the link. She is pacing back in forth in my head. I have no idea what is going on, until the overwhelming scent of vanilla and coffee beans hits my nose. "Mate! Lily, our mate is here! Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate!!!" I stand, dust the ashes off of my jeans, and turn around. My heart drops when I recognize the werewolf standing about 200 feet away from me. This has to be a joke. This cannot be happening. 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No 2024-10-15 20:57 active 1638 0 Enamorarme de ella despuĂ©s del divorcio Seis años despuĂ©s, en su primer dĂ­a de trabajo tras regresar al paĂ­s, se cruza con su exmarido, que inesperadamente se convierte en su nuevo jefe. Mientras ella quiere huir, Ă©l persiste en perseguirla, ella no querĂ­a que Ă©l supiera que habĂ­a dado a luz a su hijo... ===== Stella Richard saliĂł del aeropuerto y parĂł un taxi. Le dio la direcciĂłn al conductor y entrĂł en el coche. Mientras el taxi avanzaba, ella contemplĂł a travĂ©s de la ventana aquella ciudad que le resultaba tan familiar... DespuĂ©s de seis años, habĂ­a regresado, pero la experiencia y los recuerdos que habĂ­a intentado olvidar todos estos años, empezaron a invadir su mente... Ella sacudiĂł la cabeza y ahuyentĂł esos pensamientos. En esta ocasiĂłn, no habĂ­a vuelto para pensar o develar esos viejos e inĂștiles recuerdos. HabĂ­a vuelto porque su jefe se lo habĂ­a pedido. Él le habĂ­a dicho que su compañía estaba en un callejĂłn sin salida, y querĂ­a que ella volviera y resolviera la crisis. Al principio, ella no habĂ­a querido regresar, pero despuĂ©s de pensarlo un poco, decidiĂł hacerlo... Dado que hace seis años habĂ­a sido su jefe quien la habĂ­a ayudado en el momento mĂĄs difĂ­cil de su vida, y querĂ­a devolverle el favor... En cuanto a otras cosas, ya no le importaban... En la compañía... Cuando llegĂł, vio que la mayorĂ­a de los empleados estaban hablando del mismo tema... Mientras pasaba a su lado, escuchĂł unas palabras... "OĂ­ que muchas empresas quieren comprar la nuestra..." "ÂĄEn serio! Significa que tendremos un nuevo jefe". "Solo espero que ese nuevo jefe sea guapo, como el director ejecutivo de un drama coreano..." "ÂĄOye! ÂżSabes quiĂ©n quiere comprarla?" Stella escuchaba todas sus conversaciones y no le importaban los chismes. SabĂ­a que a esa gente no le importaba quiĂ©n iba a comprar la empresa o cuĂĄl serĂ­a el precio... Lo Ășnico que querĂ­an era chismorrear. Pero a ella... A ella le importaba... y estaba allĂ­ para conseguir un buen trato. "Por supuesto, serĂĄ la de Kingston, Grupos RK. En la ciudad, ÂżquiĂ©n es mĂĄs poderoso que RK y se atreverĂ­a a ir en contra de ellos...?" Stella quien estaba a punto de dar un paso se detuvo... Porque escuchĂł un nombre muy familiar y otro desconocido... "Los Kingston..." "Grupos RK..." De repente, los recuerdos que habĂ­a sellado en algĂșn rincĂłn de su mente empezaron a resurgir como una tormenta. Su cabeza se llenĂł de ellos como una inundaciĂłn. Se sintiĂł mareada. SintiĂł como si aĂșn estuviera encerrada en la MansiĂłn RK, rodeada de frĂ­as paredes... PensĂł que hacĂ­a tiempo que lo habĂ­a olvidado, pero al parecer solo era ilusiĂłn suya... **** Flashback... Hace seis años... En la MansiĂłn RK... Stella cruzĂł la puerta y se dirigiĂł a la sala de estar, su rostro no tenĂ­a buen aspecto. Ella se veĂ­a seria y aturdida... Su pequeña cara lucĂ­a un poco pĂĄlida. "Señora, ÂżquĂ© le ha pasado? ÂżPor quĂ© se ve tan pĂĄlida y dĂ©bil?" La que hablĂł fue Mia. Ella llevaba años trabajando para Kingston y siempre habĂ­a tratado a Stella como a una hija. Al verla en ese estado se preocupĂł. Su mirada se posĂł en los documentos que Stella sostenĂ­a y le preguntĂł... "ÂżEstĂĄ todo bien?" Stella la mirĂł, forzĂł una sonrisa y respondiĂł... "No es nada, estoy bien". "Pero tu cara no tiene buen aspecto. ÂżQuĂ© tal si te preparo algo? Tu plato favorito, Aaloo Poori...", dijo Mia. "Mia... No te preocupes, estoy bien, es solo que..." Stella mirĂł los papeles y dijo: "No he menstruado en dos meses, y cuando fui al hospital..." No terminĂł la frase y la mirĂł. Sus ojos estaban llenos de ilusiĂłn y preocupaciĂłn... Ambas se miraron. Mia comprendiĂł lo que querĂ­a decir. Estaba embarazada. Pero ella tambiĂ©n conocĂ­a la relaciĂłn que existĂ­a entre el Sr. RK y Stella. No sabĂ­a quĂ© decir... Al final, se limitĂł a felicitarla... Stella no dijo nada y volviĂł a mirar los papeles. No sabĂ­a quĂ© decir... Llevaba tres años casada con Rene Kingston. Sin embargo, no se habĂ­an casado por amor... Su matrimonio era un simple contrato, cuyo tiempo lĂ­mite era de tres años. Porque la mujer que Ă©l amaba era su hermana... Él habĂ­a estado a punto de casarse con su hermana Sophia, pero por alguna razĂłn, ella la reemplazĂł. AsĂ­ que desde el dĂ­a en que se casaron, Ă©l le dijo que su matrimonio era solo un contrato y nada mĂĄs... Para Ă©l era un mero convenio, pero para ella era un hermoso regalo de Dios. Porque solo ella sabĂ­a lo feliz que se habĂ­a sentido cuando supo que se iba a casar con el... La persona a la que habĂ­a amado durante toda su juventud. Todos esos años ella se esforzĂł al mĂĄximo en su matrimonio con la esperanza, de que tal vez asĂ­, este funcionarĂ­a. Tal vez Ă©l no se divorciarĂ­a de ella. Tal vez, Ă©l tambiĂ©n querrĂ­a quedarse con ella... Tal vez, Ă©l darĂ­a una oportunidad a su relaciĂłn porque bien del bebĂ©... Ella seguĂ­a pensando en eso cuando, de repente, una voz se oyĂł desde la puerta y rompiĂł todas sus esperanzas e ilusiones... "No quiero a ese niño..." Aquella voz era frĂ­a y dura. Stella y Mia miraron en la direcciĂłn de la voz. RK estaba en la puerta y la miraba. Su rostro era frĂ­o e inexpresivo. No podĂ­an saber lo que estaba pensando. TenĂ­a una cara muy atractiva y ojos azules. Eran como las profundidades del ocĂ©ano. Silos mirabas... ...Te podrĂ­as ahogar en ellos. CapĂ­tulo 2 No soy la mujer correcta RK entrĂł y se colocĂł delante de Stella. Él parecĂ­a un rey que ocupaba la posiciĂłn mĂĄs alta del mundo y miraba a la gente como si no fueran insignificantes. Era alto y tenĂ­a un aura poderosa. Ella estaba sentada en el sofĂĄ, y estaba rodeada por esta. Ella se quedĂł allĂ­ mirĂĄndolo, porque sus palabras la habĂ­an dejado estupefacta. Nunca pensĂł que tuviera la sangre tan frĂ­a como para no pensĂĄrselo dos veces antes de decir algo asĂ­. No habĂ­a vacilado cuando dijo que no querĂ­a a ese niño. Ella lo observĂł, intentĂł calmarse y contener las lĂĄgrimas. No querĂ­a parecer dĂ©bil ante aquel frĂ­o hombre. Los dos se miraron sin decir nada... Al cabo de un rato, Ă©l se acercĂł y se sentĂł frente a ella. Cuando lo hizo, su ayudante Alex Triston puso unos papeles sobre la mesa. Encima de ellos habĂ­a dos palabras escritas: "Contrato expirado". Alex la mirĂł y dijo: "Srta. Richard, su contrato de tres años con el Sr. RK ha concluido. Ahora solo falta que ambos firmen y lo envĂ­en". EscuchĂł como Ă©l habĂ­a cambiado su forma de dirigirse a ella, incluso antes de que firmara, por lo que una sonrisa burlona se dibujĂł en su rostro. Ella estaba segura de que, Ă©l no se atreverĂ­a a tomarla tan a la ligera, si no fuera porque alguien se lo habĂ­a ordenado. Por supuesto, ese alguien no era otro que su marido. RK tomĂł la pluma y firmĂł sin detenerse ni pensarlo. Cuando terminĂł, la mirĂł y le dijo: "Puedes quedarte aquĂ­ por una semana y buscar una casa..." Ella lo mirĂł a los ojos, los cuales estaban tranquilos como un lago... No habĂ­a arrepentimiento, tristeza, vacilaciĂłn... Nada. Era como si Ă©l no sintiera nada con respecto a su relaciĂłn, la cual repentinamente habĂ­a sufrido un gran cambio... Sin embargo, cuando ese pensamiento se le vino a la mente, se reprendiĂł a sĂ­ misma... "Stella, Âżeres una tonta?" "ÂżCĂłmo puedes esperar arrepentimiento y tristeza de un hombre con un corazĂłn de piedra?" No obstante, no podĂ­a controlar sus emociones... Porque ella lo habĂ­a amado durante muchos años. No dijo nada y se limitĂł a observar a esa persona con la que habĂ­a vivido durante tres años. HabĂ­a visto su cara todos los dĂ­as, y aĂșn ahora, cuando lo contemplaba, le seguĂ­a pareciendo muy guapo... Pero... Era el hombre que le habĂ­a roto el corazĂłn en mil pedazos. No querĂ­a mostrarse dĂ©bil delante de Ă©l, asĂ­ que hizo todo lo posible por no llorar. La mano que sostenĂ­a la pluma le temblaba... MirĂł los papeles, vio su hermosa y fuerte caligrafĂ­a y firmĂł. Pero al igual que su corazĂłn, su letra tambiĂ©n parecĂ­a maltrecha. Ella estaba rota por dentro, pero su rostro no lo demostraba. DespuĂ©s de firmar, respirĂł hondo y dijo: "Estoy muy agradecida con el Sr. Kingston por dejar que me quede una semana, pero despuĂ©s de que expire nuestro contrato no creo que deba permanecer aquĂ­. Me irĂ© inmediatamente..." Cuando terminĂł de hablar, mirĂł a Mia y le preguntĂł: "Mia Âżpuedes ayudarme a empacar mis cosas?" Ella la mirĂł, se dio cuenta de lo mucho que intentaba no llorar y le doliĂł el corazĂłn. No querĂ­a hacerlo, pero tenĂ­a que ser asĂ­. Stella subiĂł para recoger sus cosas y RK la observĂł, pero nadie podĂ­a leer sus emociones. Ella mirĂł la habitaciĂłn donde habĂ­a estado viviendo durante tres años y sus ojos se empañaron... No pudo contener las lĂĄgrimas. SabĂ­a que su matrimonio terminarĂ­a algĂșn dĂ­a, pero no sabĂ­a por quĂ© sentĂ­a tanto dolor en su corazĂłn... No tenĂ­a muchas cosas que guardar. Se limitĂł a empacar y no tocĂł nada de lo que Ă©l le habĂ­a comprado. Ni siquiera una prenda... Mia la mirĂł y no supo quĂ© decir... Stella se secĂł las lĂĄgrimas y le dijo: "Mia no te preocupes. Estoy bien. Es solo que no soy la mujer correcta para Ă©l". DespuĂ©s de decir eso, tomĂł su bolso y bajĂł las escaleras. **** En la planta inferior... RK seguĂ­a sentado en el sofĂĄ y la miraba, pero ella no deseaba verlo y estaba dispuesta a marcharse... "ÂżA dĂłnde vas?" De repente sonĂł la frĂ­a voz de aquel hombre. Ella se detuvo y lo mirĂł... Desde el principio, ella no estaba en buenos tĂ©rminos con su familia y despuĂ©s de su matrimonio, era mucho mĂĄs difĂ­cil tratar con ellos... En cuanto a Ă©l, ya se habĂ­an divorciado, asĂ­ que no se sentĂ­a obligada a decirle a dĂłnde iba... "No creo que mi paradero tenga algo que ver con el Sr. Kingston. Creo que ahora que ya estamos divorciados y no tenemos nada que ver el uno con el otro, usted debe concentrarse en su futura esposa, y no en su exmujer..." Ella no entendĂ­a el comportamiento hipĂłcrita de ese hombre. Cuando estaban juntos y ella estaba en casa ardiendo en fiebre ni siquiera habĂ­a mostrado preocupaciĂłn por ella... En ese momento, Ă©l estaba ocupado con sus negocios y ganando dinero... No le habĂ­a importado que su esposa se estuviera muriendo. De repente, ella no supo por quĂ©, o si era una ilusiĂłn, pero sintiĂł que despuĂ©s de decir eso sobre una futura esposa, la temperatura a su alrededor bajĂł mucho... SintiĂł frĂ­o en todo su cuerpo y decidiĂł irse... "Detente... " CapĂ­tulo 3 No quiero a ese niño Stella lo escuchĂł y se detuvo. Albergaba un poco de esperanza en su corazĂłn. Los ojos del hombre eran oscuros y frĂ­os. Estos se llenaron de algunos pensamientos misteriosos y una capa de niebla los envolviĂł. De repente, dijo: "No quiero a ese niño. No olvides abortar". RK mirĂł a la mujer que tenĂ­a delante y se quedĂł pensando... SentĂ­a que ella era pura y hermosa, por eso no querĂ­a que lidiara con su carga. La mano de Stella, la cual cargaba su equipaje, temblĂł y la pequeña esperanza que tenĂ­a se desvaneciĂł... Él le habĂ­a roto el corazĂłn tantas veces, no sabĂ­a por quĂ©, pero todavĂ­a le dolĂ­a con la misma intensidad cada vez que sucedĂ­a... "Booooom". Sus palabras explotaron en su cabeza como una bomba. ApretĂł la bolsa que sostenĂ­a. Y sintiĂł como si alguien la hubiera apuñalado... De repente se rio de sĂ­ misma... Se sintiĂł como una tonta. ÂżCĂłmo podĂ­a esperar algo de un hombre tan frĂ­o con su hijo...? QuerĂ­a gritarle, pero al final no dijo nada... Él le habĂ­a dicho una vez que le gustaban los niños y por, pero... Era como si le gustaran, pero no para tenerlos con ELLA... Le dolĂ­a mucho el corazĂłn, pero no querĂ­a que Ă©l viera sus lĂĄgrimas. Se dio la vuelta y quedĂł de espaldas a Ă©l. RespirĂł hondo y dijo: "Sr. Kingston no lo piense demasiado. Yo tampoco lo quiero. Ya habĂ­a decidido abortarlo". Estaba a punto de irse, pero se parĂł y dijo: "Una cosa mĂĄs, espero que no nos volvamos a ver en esta vida..." DespuĂ©s de decir eso, se fue. Al principio, ella no querĂ­a dejar ese lugar, pero ahora... SentĂ­a que se estaba sofocando... SujetĂł su bolso con fuerza y se marchĂł sin mirar atrĂĄs. RK mirĂł la espalda de la mujer, la cual luchaba por mantenerse derecha y no tambalearse... Sus ojos se oscurecieron y se llenaron de algunas emociones ilegibles... Hasta que la figura de la mujer desapareciĂł de su vista, su espalda tensa se relajĂł y dijo... "Conduce..." Cuando el hombre dio la orden, el conductor no esperĂł ni un segundo y pisĂł el acelerador. Entonces, el coche negro se alejĂł y desapareciĂł... *Fin del flashback* "Lo siento, no te vi..." De repente un hombre chocĂł con ella, quien estaba de pie en el pasillo. Los documentos se le cayeron al suelo. Sin embargo, debido a esto ella tambiĂ©n volviĂł a la realidad... "No, lo siento", le dijo, lo ayudĂł a recogerlos y entrĂł en el ascensor. Cuando la puerta se abriĂł, Jack Paul, quien estaba afuera, la saludĂł... La miro con una sonrisa y le dijo: "Stella llegaste. ÂżCĂłmo estĂĄs? Eres nueva aquĂ­, si necesitas algo no dudes en decĂ­rmelo..." Ella lo mirĂł y asintiĂł. "Estoy bien, gracias". Mientras hablaban, caminaron hasta su despacho y se sentaron. Él la mirĂł y le dijo: "Estoy muy contento de que hayas aceptado mi oferta y hayas vuelto". Le dio una carpeta roja y le dijo: "Estoy seguro de que has oĂ­do que alguien quiere comprar nuestra empresa. En esta carpeta estĂĄn los informes que hice, Ă©chales un vistazo". Ella la tomĂł y asintiĂł. Él continuĂł: "Hay muchas empresas que quieren comprar la nuestra, pero entre todas ellas estĂĄn los Grupos RK. No obstante, el precio que nos ofrecieron fue demasiado bajo..." Hizo una pausa y dijo: "Esta vez te pedĂ­ que volvieras para que pudieras darle la vuelta a la situaciĂłn..." "Grupos RK... RenĂ© Kingston..." Sus manos temblaron mientras sostenĂ­a los documentos. Los recuerdos que estaban en lo mĂĄs profundo de su hermĂ©tico corazĂłn invadieron su mente... su mente... Ella se tranquilizĂł y dijo: "HarĂ© lo que pueda". "EstĂĄ bien". Jack se rio y dijo: "Ahora que has aceptado esta tarea ya no estoy preocupado". CapĂ­tulo 4 ÂżPor quĂ© vale setenta millones? Al dĂ­a siguiente, en una cafeterĂ­a... Stella ya habĂ­a organizado todo y le pidiĂł al director de negociaciĂłn de los Grupos RK que se reunieran en una cafeterĂ­a. Mientras lo esperaba, un hombre vestido con un traje negro y gafas de montura dorada se acercĂł. Pero cuando
 llegĂł y la vio, se sorprendiĂł. Ella tambiĂ©n se quedĂł estupefacta al mirar a la persona que tenĂ­a delante. Porque, quien estaba frente a ella era el asistente de RK, Alex Triston. Por un momento, ambos se quedaron callados. Fue ella quien tomĂł la iniciativa y dijo: "CuĂĄnto tiempo sin vernos". Él escuchĂł sus palabras y recobrĂł la compostura. AsintiĂł y se sentĂł. Ella no perdiĂł el tiempo y fue directo al grano. "Sr. Triston aquĂ­ estĂĄn los documentos, si le parece bien, por favor, fĂ­rmelos". Mientras lo decĂ­a, los colocĂł delante de Ă©l. Él vio el impactante precio de setenta millones y se escandalizĂł. "Srta. Richard, los Grupos RK solo pueden ofrecer cuarenta millones. El precio propuesto por su empresa es extremadamente alto". Desde el principio, ella no querĂ­a firmar ese contrato. Nunca permitirĂĄ que ese hombre se convierta en su jefe. Ella sentĂ­a que estaba perdiendo su tiempo, deberĂ­a buscar alguna otra compañía. "EstĂĄ bien, pero no podemos firmar". Dijo recogiendo sus cosas y decidida a irse. Alex vio que estaba a punto de marcharse y que no estaba interesada en el trato por lo que se asustĂł. Se le acercĂł y la detuvo. "Srta. por favor espere, dĂ©jeme llamar y preguntar sobre el precio una vez mĂĄs". Ella se detuvo y asintiĂł. "Por supuesto". Él caminĂł hacia un lado y llamĂł. **** En los Grupos RK, oficina del director general... RK estaba sentado en la cabecera y escuchaba el informe del departamento de marketing cuando su telĂ©fono sonĂł. Lo mirĂł y colgĂł. No le gustaba que lo molestaran en el trabajo. Sin embargo, al cabo de unos segundos, volviĂł a sonar. Los que estaban en la oficina vieron su frĂ­a expresiĂłn y temblaron. TomĂł el telĂ©fono y preguntĂł: "ÂżQuĂ© sucede?" Su voz era frĂ­a. Alex le informĂł de toda la situaciĂłn. "Diles, que eso no va a suceder setenta millones es demasiado. No lo valen". Cuando terminĂł de hablar, se dispuso a colgar... Pero su asistente le dijo algo que hizo que se detuviera a pensar por un momento. Sus dedos golpearon la mesa y despuĂ©s de un minuto respondiĂł: "De acuerdo, aceptemos setenta millones". DespuĂ©s hizo una pausa y añadiĂł: "Dile que irĂ© a la empresa y que quiero que me explique personalmente por quĂ© vale setenta millones". DespuĂ©s colgĂł. En sus profundos ojos azules habĂ­a emociones desconocidas. La gente del departamento de marketing escuchĂł sus palabras y se sorprendieron. "El director general va a firmar personalmente el contrato". "ÂżEra esa negociaciĂłn digna de su visita?". AdemĂĄs, sabĂ­an que Raksham no necesitaba involucrarse personalmente en ese trato. Todos ellos cuestionaban la situaciĂłn. **** Alex no estaba hablando demasiado lejos asĂ­ que ella pudo oĂ­r una parte de su conversaciĂłn. Ella lo escuchĂł decir su nombre directamente, a la persona al otro lado del telĂ©fono. Tres minutos despuĂ©s... "ÂĄSrta. Richard, espere! El Sr. Kingston dijo que no tiene ningĂșn problema con el precio. El acuerdo se fijarĂĄ segĂșn los tĂ©rminos de su empresa, firmemos rĂĄpidamente para que nadie se eche para atrĂĄs". Cuando terminĂł de hablar, sacĂł los documentos, firmĂł y le dio el bolĂ­grafo. Ella se sorprendiĂł un poco al ver su actitud arrogante, era como si ya hubiera comprado la empresa. MirĂł el bolĂ­grafo aturdida. No se imaginaba que el acuerdo entre los dos fuera a salir tan bien y sin esfuerzo. Ella sintiĂł que habĂ­a dejado clara su postura al no querer bajar el precio y que se habĂ­a mantenido bastante firme en su decisiĂłn. Pero quien iba a decirlo. RK se habĂ­a mostrado mucho mĂĄs firme que ella respecto a la adquisiciĂłn de la compañía. Incluso aceptĂł firmar el contrato pagando el precio que ella habĂ­a establecido. "A Ă©l no le gustaba cambiar de decisiĂłn pasara lo que pasara. Entonces, Âżpor quĂ© lo habĂ­a hecho?" "ÂżEra porque, despuĂ©s de vivir con el amor de su vida, Ă©l habĂ­a cambiado?" PensĂł... Pero sin importar quĂ©... Ahora, ÂżquĂ© podĂ­a hacer? TomĂł el bolĂ­grafo y firmĂł. A ella no le importaba nada que tuviera que ver con Ă©l...de todos modos, ella no iba a quedarse allĂ­. de todos modos, ella no iba a quedarse allĂ­. Normalmente, ella no querrĂ­a que Ă©l se convirtiera en su jefe, pero... ÂżQuĂ© podĂ­a hacer? DebĂ­a terminar ese trabajo y marcharse rĂĄpidamente. Alex guardĂł los documentos, le dio la mano y dijo: "Srta. Richard a partir de ahora somos compañeros de trabajo en la misma empresa. En el futuro, ÂĄpor favor, cuide de nosotros!" Ella solo le dedicĂł una sonrisa forzada. Solo su corazĂłn y Dios sabĂ­an cuĂĄnto deseaba que aquel hombre fuera su jefe. Él la mirĂł y añadiĂł: "Por favor, vuelva rĂĄpido a su empresa, el Sr. Kingston estarĂĄ allĂ­ dentro de un rato. Ha dicho que quiere que usted... le explique personalmente por quĂ© vale setenta millones". Tampoco sabĂ­a por quĂ© su jefe querĂ­a que ella se lo dijera personalmente, teniendo en cuenta lo que habĂ­a pasado entre ellos. Pero como asistente, solo podĂ­a hacer lo que Ă©l dijera. ***** De regreso en la empresa... Ella estaba sentada dentro de su coche, pero su mente estaba llena de pensamientos de cĂłmo en el futuro RK se convertirĂĄ en su jefe. "ÂĄAhhh! Stella, eres la mejor. Acabas de cerrar el contrato en cuanto apareciste". El que hablaba era la asistente del director de la empresa. "No sabes, antes de que vinieras, el Sr. Paul habĂ­a enviado a mucha gente a negociar con el Sr. Kingston, pero Ă©l solo bajaba el precio". La abrazĂł y le dijo alegremente: "Stella eres nuestra estrella de la suerte". Ella bajĂł la cabeza y no dijo nada, porque eso no era lo que ella querĂ­a. Lily continuĂł: "Acabas de llegar, asĂ­ que no debes conocer muy bien la ciudad". Mientras decĂ­a eso se acercĂł a su oĂ­do y dijo: "DĂ©jame decirte que el Sr. Kingston es el hombre mĂĄs guapo de ciudad X. No solo es apuesto, sino tambiĂ©n rico y competente. Es el hombre de los sueños de muchas mujeres del mundo..." Al oĂ­r sus palabras, Stella se quedĂł sin palabras. "He oĂ­do que antes tenĂ­a una prometida... Pero la dejĂł hace seis años", comentĂł Lily. "ÂżNo se casĂł con la hermana de esa chica?" Ella no podĂ­a creer que aĂșn no se hubieran casado. ÂżNo se habĂ­a divorciado de ella porque querĂ­a casarse con su hermana? PensĂł que ya deberĂ­an haberlo hecho, tenido hijos y vivido felices el uno con el otro. "Stella, aquĂ­ estĂĄs..." Cuando Jack se enterĂł de que ella habĂ­a llegado a un acuerdo con los Grupos RK, acudiĂł personalmente a recibirla con una gran sonrisa en la cara. "Stella, no me has decepcionado... RĂĄpido ve a la sala de reuniones y siĂ©ntate un rato. El Sr. Kingston llegarĂĄ pronto y vendrĂĄs conmigo para darle la bienvenida..." "No quiero ir..." Inconscientemente, esas palabras salieron de la boca de Stella. Cuando se dio cuenta de lo que habĂ­a dicho, hizo una pausa y dijo: "Sr. Paul, lamento mi comportamiento, pero no quiero ir..." Su voz era firme. "Como usted sabe yo acabo de regresar a causa de este contrato. Ahora que todo estĂĄ en marcha, quiero volver a Francia y trabajar en la oficina central de la empresa como antes". DespuĂ©s de su divorcio y de lo ocurrido hace seis años... no querĂ­a volver a ver a ese hombre. Sus palabras... "No quiero a ese niño..." TodavĂ­a resonaban en su mente. DespuĂ©s de regresar... no querĂ­a verlo. Ese hombre de sangre frĂ­a y corazĂłn de piedra ya le habĂ­a roto el corazĂłn mil veces, y no querĂ­a volver a experimentar ese dolor. Tal vez en el fondo no era capaz de olvidarlo por completo o tal vez habĂ­a algo mĂĄs... Sin embargo, estaba segura de una cosa: no querĂ­a encontrarse con Ă©l. Si aĂșn quedaba un poco de amor en su interior, querĂ­a eliminarlo lo antes posible y mantenerse alejada de Ă©l. Jack la mirĂł y le dijo: "No es que no quiera que vuelvas, pero ahora sabes que la compañía fue comprada por el Sr. RK, y si te vas del paĂ­s o no... SerĂĄ decisiĂłn de Ă©l..." ÂżQuĂ©? Hace seis años, su matrimonio habĂ­a estado en sus manos, y ahora su trabajo... Ella se resistĂ­a a dejar que Ă©l decidiera su futuro... Se sentĂ­a como si hubiera caĂ­do en una trampa. Ella querĂ­a permanecer lo mĂĄs lejos posible de Ă©l. Jack la mirĂł a la cara y supo que no se encontraba de buen humor por lo que le dijo: "De acuerdo, entonces vete y descansa un poco. DespuĂ©s de que el Sr. RK se haga cargo de la empresa, puedes solicitar tu permiso de nuevo..." "SolicĂ­taselo..." Ahora, Ă©l decidirĂ­a si se iba o no. Cuando pensĂł en aquello, sintiĂł como si su cabeza estuviera a punto de explotar... Ahora mismo, ella no querĂ­a nada... Solo deseaba irse de ese lugar. SabĂ­a que Ă©l llegarĂ­a en cualquier momento y que existĂ­a la posibilidad de encontrarse con Ă©l. AsĂ­ que, al menos por ahora, lo mejor para ella era marcharse lo mĂĄs rĂĄpido posible, para poder evitarlo... No dijo nada y se dispuso a retirarse. Pero justo cuando dio el primer paso, oyĂł a alguien... "Sr. Rk..." ...... ==== Stella Richard se casĂł con Rene Kingston en lugar de su hermana Sophia por algunas razones. Pero desde el principio, ella sabe que su matrimonio era solo un contrato por tiempo lĂ­mite y una vez que se cumpliĂł el tiempo, ella tenĂ­a que irse. Para RK, este matrimonio fue solo una carga, pero para ella fue un regalo de Dios. Porque RK era el hombre al que habĂ­a amado toda su juventud... Entonces, mientras tanto de su matrimonio, Stella hizo todo lo posible para que este matrimonio funcionara. Pero el dĂ­a que descubriĂł que estaba embarazada, su esposo le dio el papel de divorcio y le dijo... "No quiero a este niño. No olvides abortar". Estas palabras salen de su boca, como una bomba para Stella, y cambiaron su vida... Ella firmĂł su nombre en el papel de divorcio y saliĂł de la casa, porque ella no quiere estar con un hombre tan frĂ­o. Seis años despuĂ©s, RK comprĂł la empresa en la que trabajaba Stella. Pero Stella hizo todo lo posible por no tener nada que ver con Ă©l, porque ella tenĂ­a un hijo y no querĂ­a que Ă©l se enterara de Ă©l... Pero un dĂ­a, cuando Stella recogiĂł a su hijo de la escuela, Ă©l la vio... RK su mirada se posĂł en el niño a su lado, su rostro se veĂ­a igual que cuando era joven... ÂżQuĂ© sucederĂĄ en adelante? Los capĂ­tulos disponibles son limitados aquĂ­, haga click el botĂłn abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo mĂĄs contenidos maravillosos. 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Yes 2024-10-15 19:57 active 1636 0 100 Hour Prenatal & Postnatal Yoga Teacher Training Program **Accepting applications for January 2025 Cityoga’s comprehensive 100 hour training draws on Kelly and Lisa’s 35+ years of combined experience of teaching prenatal yoga, birthing children, and assisting other births, bringing you the best best practices in terms of safety, sequencing and teaching techniques. This training will give you the confidence to absorb and embody the specialized knowledge of appropriate asanas and other yogic practices for safely teaching yoga throughout all stages of pregnancy. This is Indiana’s only school to offer a 100hr Registered Prenatal & Postnatal Yoga Teacher Training (RPYT). Deepen your knowledge and grow your passion for supporting health and transformation during pregnancy with Kelly Shull and Lisa Daugherty. In one of the few Registered Prenatal Yoga Schools, this training will teach you how to confidently lead a holistic and supportive prenatal yoga class that gives a connection with breath and inner strength, as well as, develop the physical strength and endurance to support the birthing process. Cityoga’s RPYT will provide the skills, techniques and credentials needed to specialize in this growing and popular area and modality of yoga teaching. Learning to teach Prenatal Yoga is a wonderful way to diversify your skill set and what you are able to offer to the community. Designed for those who are interested in acquiring the tools necessary to assist others in order to enhance and empower their experience during pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, labor and delivery and postpartum. Full of practical, philosophical, mythical, archetypal knowledge, wisdom and stories, this training will assist you to better serve the pregnant people in our yoga communities. By the end of this training, you will have developed an instructional foundation of skills in prenatal yoga that will allow you to add a new and vibrant dimension to your yoga instruction and/or in your career as a birth worker or childbirth educator. Topics to be covered: Anatomy and physiology of the pregnant person and baby throughout the three trimesters of pregnancy Mental, emotional, spiritual changes, gifts and challenges a pregnant person might experience Labor and delivery: different stages of labor and birth and how to prepare for an empowered birth experience Safety guidelines and contraindicated poses and practices Prenatal yoga postures, alignment and sequencing for each trimester Adjustments and modifications with props Learning how to provide a safe space and create community in a yoga class Yoga for common pregnancy complaints Pelvic floor health and stability Language and cultural awareness Working with props to modify and adapt to the different stages of pregnancy Prenatal restorative yoga, including a variety of stress relieving techniques Meditations, visualizations and affirmations Pranayama for pregnancy and childbirth Prenatal partner yoga Singing and ceremony to honor the sacred body and experience of fertility Ethics of teaching Prenatal Yoga Women’s health and the postpartum period The sacred fourth trimester Postpartum Nutrition How to support families in the early postpartum period Baby Massage Important things to note... CITYOGA is a Registered Prenatal Yoga School (RYPS) through Yoga Alliance. Graduates will be eligible to receive the Registered Prenatal Yoga Teacher (RPYT) certification upon completion. Required reading will be provided once registered for training For those who are pursuing Registered Prenatal Yoga Teacher (RYPT) Certification, you must have successfully completed at least a 200-hour yoga teacher training program. A certification of completion will be provided. Standards of Curriculum and CITYOGA’s 100 hour Certification Requirement include: 200-hour yoga teacher training program (RYT-200) 64 hours of Prenatal Education and Training in the studio (5-weekend modules) 10 hours of Prenatal Yoga Class Observation 10 hours Student Teaching Practicum 10 hours of homework with required reading. *Required reading will be provided once registered for training _____________________________________________ Module 1: Foundations of Prenatal Yoga and Birth In this module you will start to explore the changes of the pregnant body during each trimester and how the body changes in pregnancy and postpartum (the fourth trimester). You will gain a solid foundation of physiology and anatomy and break down the poses and alignment which can be most beneficial, as well as, which poses to avoid. Module one will also examine and discuss a brief history of pregnancy and current birth culture in the US, the chakra system and pregnant energy body, pelvic floor yoga and anatomy and fetal development. We will have experiential practice with movement and asana and also take time to dive into our required and recommended reading. Cityoga Certification and Yoga Alliance requirements will be discussed, as well as required class observation hours and attendance expectations. We will have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. _____________________________________________ Module 2: Asana, Alignment, Sequencing, Props, Relaxation and Sacred Ceremony During this module, you will learn yoga sequencing, theming, cueing and assists. The pregnant body changes so much throughout pregnancy and you will be learning proper alignment with the support of props for common discomforts, ailments, and complications. We will take a deep dive into the birth journey and the holistic stages of birth so that you may prepare your students for postures that can help during different stages of labor. You will learn about how to create a safe and inclusive space for ALL students and explore gendered language in birth. You will also begin to teach in groups in a fun and friendly environment in order to gain confidence and get more comfortable with the prenatal language and begin to find your own style of prenatal yoga teaching. We will also explore the history and ceremony of singing to honor the sacred body. We will have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. ____________________________________________ Module 3: Visualizations, Affirmations, Pranayama, Birth Goddesses and Archetypes We will begin to look more closely at birthing, labor and delivery. We will take a deeper look into visualizations, affirmations and pranayama that are essential tools and can enhance your students' yoga practice and birthing process. We will learn about various birth goddesses and archetypes. In this module you will give a short presentation on a subject of interest related to childbirth and prenatal yoga. This module also has assigned reading, as well as, an assigned documentary which looks at the current maternal health crisis and birth inequities, which will be part of the group discussion. We will also have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. ______________________________________________ Module 4: Postnatal Yoga and The Fourth Trimester We will be examining postpartum care (the fourth trimester) as an essential part of having a positive birth experience and is often overlooked. In this module we will learn which yoga postures are appropriate for postpartum care, helping to improve postpartum recovery and help students bring mindfulness to parenting. We will learn modifications, study changes in anatomy after childbirth, specific to abdominals and the pelvic floor and functional movement. We will explore what wellness looks like during this stage of recovery, how to make a postpartum plan, the sacred first 40 days, postnatal nutrition and how to recognize the common discomforts experienced after giving birth and how postures and sequences can be a source of support, while learning how to understand the physiological, emotional, and social considerations of the postpartum period. We will also be looking at the nervous system, learning tools to support emotional regulation, while looking at perinatal mental health. Yoga instructors can provide support for “baby blues” PMADs and provide resources, while learning what is within our scope of practice. This module also teaches you how to create a supportive environment for parents, babies, and families, how to lead a postpartum yoga practice, baby and me yoga, including postures and infant massage. ______________________________________________ Module 5: Bringing It All Together, The Business of Teaching Yoga, Teachback Practicum and Supporting Your Community We will discuss the business of teaching Prenatal Yoga and set goals of how we want to contribute to our community by sharing a self reflection of our experience and what we have learned. You will also teach a thirty minute prenatal yoga class for your teaching practicum requirement, that will allow for practice and supportive feedback from your classmates and lead trainers, in a nurturing setting so you will feel ready and prepared to go out and teach your own class. There will also be a closing ceremony and graduation celebrating all of the sacred and practical knowledge shared throughout the training and honor the community and friendships that were formed over the course of the teacher training. ______________________________________________ Yoga Alliance 100 hour Yoga Alliance Continuous Education (CEU) Credits available! Module 1 Friday Jan 24th, 6pm - 9pm Saturday Jan 25th, 9am - 3pm Sunday Jan 26th, 9am - 2p Module 2 Friday Feb 21st, 6pm - 9pm Saturday Feb 22nd, 9am - 3pm Sunday Feb 23rd, 9am – 2p Module 3 Friday Mar 21st, 6pm - 9pm Saturday Mar 22nd, 9am - 3pm Sunday Mar 23rd, 9am – 2p Module 4 Friday Apr 25th, 6pm - 9pm Saturday Apr 26th, 9am - 3pm Sunday Apr 27th, 9am – 2pm Module 5 Friday May 16th, 6pm - 9pm Saturday May 17th, 9am - 3pm Sunday May 18th, 9am – 2pm EVENT_RSVP https://www.facebook.com/events/1198271584626518/ CITYOGA School of Yoga and Health https://www.facebook.com/cityoga/ 6,374 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 INTERESTED 0 100 Hour Prenatal & Postnatal Yoga Teacher Training Program EVENT **Accepting applications for January 2025 Cityoga’s comprehensive 100 hour training draws on Kelly and Lisa’s 35+ years of combined experience of teaching prenatal yoga, birthing children, and assisting other births, bringing you the best best practices in terms of safety, sequencing and teaching techniques. This training will give you the confidence to absorb and embody the specialized knowledge of appropriate asanas and other yogic practices for safely teaching yoga throughout all stages of pregnancy. This is Indiana’s only school to offer a 100hr Registered Prenatal & Postnatal Yoga Teacher Training (RPYT). Deepen your knowledge and grow your passion for supporting health and transformation during pregnancy with Kelly Shull and Lisa Daugherty. In one of the few Registered Prenatal Yoga Schools, this training will teach you how to confidently lead a holistic and supportive prenatal yoga class that gives a connection with breath and inner strength, as well as, develop the physical strength and endurance to support the birthing process. Cityoga’s RPYT will provide the skills, techniques and credentials needed to specialize in this growing and popular area and modality of yoga teaching. Learning to teach Prenatal Yoga is a wonderful way to diversify your skill set and what you are able to offer to the community. Designed for those who are interested in acquiring the tools necessary to assist others in order to enhance and empower their experience during pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, labor and delivery and postpartum. Full of practical, philosophical, mythical, archetypal knowledge, wisdom and stories, this training will assist you to better serve the pregnant people in our yoga communities. By the end of this training, you will have developed an instructional foundation of skills in prenatal yoga that will allow you to add a new and vibrant dimension to your yoga instruction and/or in your career as a birth worker or childbirth educator. Topics to be covered: Anatomy and physiology of the pregnant person and baby throughout the three trimesters of pregnancy Mental, emotional, spiritual changes, gifts and challenges a pregnant person might experience Labor and delivery: different stages of labor and birth and how to prepare for an empowered birth experience Safety guidelines and contraindicated poses and practices Prenatal yoga postures, alignment and sequencing for each trimester Adjustments and modifications with props Learning how to provide a safe space and create community in a yoga class Yoga for common pregnancy complaints Pelvic floor health and stability Language and cultural awareness Working with props to modify and adapt to the different stages of pregnancy Prenatal restorative yoga, including a variety of stress relieving techniques Meditations, visualizations and affirmations Pranayama for pregnancy and childbirth Prenatal partner yoga Singing and ceremony to honor the sacred body and experience of fertility Ethics of teaching Prenatal Yoga Women’s health and the postpartum period The sacred fourth trimester Postpartum Nutrition How to support families in the early postpartum period Baby Massage Important things to note... CITYOGA is a Registered Prenatal Yoga School (RYPS) through Yoga Alliance. Graduates will be eligible to receive the Registered Prenatal Yoga Teacher (RPYT) certification upon completion. Required reading will be provided once registered for training For those who are pursuing Registered Prenatal Yoga Teacher (RYPT) Certification, you must have successfully completed at least a 200-hour yoga teacher training program. A certification of completion will be provided. Standards of Curriculum and CITYOGA’s 100 hour Certification Requirement include: 200-hour yoga teacher training program (RYT-200) 64 hours of Prenatal Education and Training in the studio (5-weekend modules) 10 hours of Prenatal Yoga Class Observation 10 hours Student Teaching Practicum 10 hours of homework with required reading. *Required reading will be provided once registered for training _____________________________________________ Module 1: Foundations of Prenatal Yoga and Birth In this module you will start to explore the changes of the pregnant body during each trimester and how the body changes in pregnancy and postpartum (the fourth trimester). You will gain a solid foundation of physiology and anatomy and break down the poses and alignment which can be most beneficial, as well as, which poses to avoid. Module one will also examine and discuss a brief history of pregnancy and current birth culture in the US, the chakra system and pregnant energy body, pelvic floor yoga and anatomy and fetal development. We will have experiential practice with movement and asana and also take time to dive into our required and recommended reading. Cityoga Certification and Yoga Alliance requirements will be discussed, as well as required class observation hours and attendance expectations. We will have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. _____________________________________________ Module 2: Asana, Alignment, Sequencing, Props, Relaxation and Sacred Ceremony During this module, you will learn yoga sequencing, theming, cueing and assists. The pregnant body changes so much throughout pregnancy and you will be learning proper alignment with the support of props for common discomforts, ailments, and complications. We will take a deep dive into the birth journey and the holistic stages of birth so that you may prepare your students for postures that can help during different stages of labor. You will learn about how to create a safe and inclusive space for ALL students and explore gendered language in birth. You will also begin to teach in groups in a fun and friendly environment in order to gain confidence and get more comfortable with the prenatal language and begin to find your own style of prenatal yoga teaching. We will also explore the history and ceremony of singing to honor the sacred body. We will have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. ____________________________________________ Module 3: Visualizations, Affirmations, Pranayama, Birth Goddesses and Archetypes We will begin to look more closely at birthing, labor and delivery. We will take a deeper look into visualizations, affirmations and pranayama that are essential tools and can enhance your students' yoga practice and birthing process. We will learn about various birth goddesses and archetypes. In this module you will give a short presentation on a subject of interest related to childbirth and prenatal yoga. This module also has assigned reading, as well as, an assigned documentary which looks at the current maternal health crisis and birth inequities, which will be part of the group discussion. We will also have group discussion centered on required readings, as well as embodied teaching practice. ______________________________________________ Module 4: Postnatal Yoga and The Fourth Trimester We will be examining postpartum care (the fourth trimester) as an essential part of having a positive birth experience and is often overlooked. In this module we will learn which yoga postures are appropriate for postpartum care, helping to improve postpartum recovery and help students bring mindfulness to parenting. We will learn modifications, study changes in anatomy after childbirth, specific to abdominals and the pelvic floor and functional movement. We will explore what wellness looks like during this stage of recovery, how to make a postpartum plan, the sacred first 40 days, postnatal nutrition and how to recognize the common discomforts experienced after giving birth and how postures and sequences can be a source of support, while learning how to understand the physiological, emotional, and social considerations of the postpartum period. We will also be looking at the nervous system, learning tools to support emotional regulation, while looking at perinatal mental health. Yoga instructors can provide support for “baby blues” PMADs and provide resources, while learning what is within our scope of practice. This module also teaches you how to create a supportive environment for parents, babies, and families, how to lead a postpartum yoga practice, baby and me yoga, including postures and infant massage. ______________________________________________ Module 5: Bringing It All Together, The Business of Teaching Yoga, Teachback Practicum and Supporting Your Community We will discuss the business of teaching Prenatal Yoga and set goals of how we want to contribute to our community by sharing a self reflection of our experience and what we have learned. You will also teach a thirty minute prenatal yoga class for your teaching practicum requirement, that will allow for practice and supportive feedback from your classmates and lead trainers, in a nurturing setting so you will feel ready and prepared to go out and teach your own class. 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No 2024-10-15 20:27 active 1637 0 Read next chapter👉 “President, look at your ex-wife’s social media platform!” "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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