The wallpaper on his phone was a picture of them at a yacht party, laughing together, looking like they didn’t have a care in the world. As reality sank in, tears started to run down my face. Six years—gone, crashing down in an instant.
I couldn’t resist the urge to dig deeper. I opened his social media accounts. One of them was full of their pictures and videos together.
The caption on a recent post read, “My one and only, Mi amore.”
Mi amore. That was what he used to call me during our first year together. Now, the words felt like a cruel joke.
I opened his messages, and my heart twisted as I read their conversation.
"I miss you already, Jax. Can't wait to see you again."
The call history was packed with her number, and the messages were flooded with heart emojis and little notes of affection that made my stomach churn.
All this behind my back? All this while he acted like I was his whole world?
I felt numb, then furious, then back to numb. I forced myself to stay calm, fighting the urge to question what I had done wrong, to blame myself for his betrayal.
No. This was on him. This jerk didn’t deserve the loyalty I had given him from the very start. It felt like I had lost a war, but I wasn’t about to walk away defeated. I was a warrior, even if wounded.
I took a shaky breath and started gathering every piece of evidence—screenshots of his calls, the messages, the photos. I sent everything to my own phone and deleted any trace on his.
Wiping my tears, I placed a hand on my stomach, steadying myself. “I’m sorry, little angel,” I whispered softly, “you have a father who’s a cheater.”
The woman’s face lingered in my mind, unfamiliar yet somehow taunting. She had managed to send me that email, exposing their betrayal so boldly. If she had access to a device like that, it could only mean one of two things: she was a high-ranking werewolf, or Jaxon had made sure she had the means. Either way, this wasn’t over.
The next morning, I found Jaxon in the living room, fumbling with his necktie. He looked up as I approached, flashing a smile. "Hey, good morning, lovely."
I just stared at him, barely managing a nod.
He leaned in, giving me a quick, almost mechanical kiss on the cheek. "I’ll be heading out. Got a quick meeting with the pack," he said, reaching for his coat.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Another one?"
He chuckled, "Yeah, you know how it is."