CONAN —It was exactly the expected day—the day of my wedding with Yvonne. In honesty, I could not tell exactly how I felt. Although I knew this was a wrong move but I still proceeded to do it for the sake of my children. No child would want to be separated from his or her mother at all. Talk more of kids at my children's ages."At least I'm now familiar with her true colors—I know Yvonne very well now, unlike before, when I sees her as an angel. So no doubt I would not regret this because I will have to put her in her place if there is a need for that," I mumbled in order to wave off the thought of doubt and regret going on in my mind.I glanced at my wristwatch as I was curious why she had not shown up at the church. It was just fifteen minutes remaining before the priest brought us to the altar for vow-making and binding together.I sighed and brought out my phone to text her when I remembered I had yet to give her the phone I had collected from her."Shit!" I exclaimed. I called Ge

YVONNE —I sighed and closed my eyes in order to calm my emotions. I could not believe what I had just heard; they were trying to play me off.Although I hated Conan, seeing him holding Zendaya in his arms was something else. Jealousy threatened to rip my heart from my chest as I watched them. At that moment, I wished I was Zendaya. I needed him to hold me that way and speak pet words to me while caressing my cheeks and curling my hair, as he was doing to Zendaya.I thought of approaching them, but I knew it would not yield any positive result but instead worsen my state because they would certainly do something that would infuriate me more.I sighed and walked back into the conference hall. I glared at my wristwatch and realized that it was already evening. It was already five o'clock. Meanwhile, most of the audience had already finished eating, and some were exiting the hall and going home.A few minutes later, Conan walked in and sat beside me. However, I threw my gaze away so I wou

YVONNE — "You are free to go, of course," he snapped. "Did I mandate you to stay with me by force?" he asked. "Of course you did. You are treating me as your villain while avoiding the real villain, Sophia," I responded. "This is not fair, Conan. Why did you derive joy from seeing me cry?" I added, my voice trembling as I spoke. "I can tolerate all sorts of behaviours and ill-treatment from any of you, be it you or Sophia, but I can never allow you to go away with my kids," he uttered. "If you really want them, then you should stay in the marriage and live with them—very simple!" he declared. "No one is forcing you to stay in a marriage that doesn't sit well with you. You are free to leave, so you can live with your military spouse. After all, he would be back soon, as the war he had been fighting for over a decade may end anytime soon," he scoffed at me. "Enough, Alpha Conan. I did everything for a reason, the same way you did your past decisions that failed you for a reason. Do

YVONNE —"Only if you would listen to my advice. I know that the Alpha can be an asshole sometimes, but try to reason properly so you can control him without him noticing," he added and turned to leave."Wa... wait!" I yelled, stuttering, but he had already walked far from me.I stood still for some minutes, pondering what Gerald had just said. In honesty, I noticed a lot of sense in what he said, but where the problem lies now is how to confront Alpha Conan.I gulped down and made up my mind to do as he had just said. After all, Conan is not going to kill me if he does not really need my consolation, as Gerald had said. He can only scold me and get me out with his bodyguards.I made my way to the Alpha's building, and upon arriving, I noticed that the crowd that had gathered had all dissipated, leaving only Caspian, the acting Beta, and three other guards. They were standing at the entrance of the building as if they were watching something.I walked up to Caspian, staring at their f

CONAN — "Yes, dear, it's me. I'm alive," Mom responded, smiling. Words could not express how excited and happy I was at the moment. I rushed toward her and hugged her tightly. "I can't believe this," I said after the hug. I touched all over her, from her head down to her leg, to make sure she was really my mom. "Yvonne did it," she said. "I could only remember passing severe pain from falling from the staircase and breaking my two legs, but now I could not even feel any pain again, and my broken legs are okay. I'm still wondering how she did it," she added. "She really did it," I exclaimed and went to Yvonne. The hatred I had developed for her lately suddenly diminished. However, she was not feeling really free and relaxed enough to open her arms to accept my hug. Probably because of how I had been treating her for the past three days. "I'm so proud of you, Yvonne," I said as I hugged her. A few seconds later, after the hug, I held her chin and cupped her cheeks. "You are the be