Before he left, I had been the one preparing his clothes. But at that moment, I was too upset to serve him, especially after he showed me how little he cared.
“It’s in the closet. Sorry, I can’t assist you today. I’m not feeling well after losing so much blood,” I replied.
“Okay, just stay here. Don’t go out, you know many lone wolves are lurking outside. Look what happened to you last night…” he said, almost insinuating that it was my fault for going out.
I fell silent, holding back my anger as I endured the pain while Samara stitched up my large wounds.
After Enzo got dressed, he quickly left the room. Samara and I exchanged glances, both of us disappointed by my mate’s heartlessness.
“Amanda, while you still have the chance, you should leave that cold-hearted man. You deserve someone who will love you unconditionally,” she advised.
I wondered for a moment. I knew I deserved better, yet I couldn’t understand why I still loved him despite everything he had done.
Why was I still hoping he would change one day?
***
The next morning, I found myself at the breakfast table with Enzo and my cousin Amelia. As we ate, I noticed he was putting delicious food on Amelia’s plate.
I struggled to eat with my bandages on, and not once did he look my way, his attention was solely on Amelia. Though I was used to this by now I still feel jealous.
Just as I reached for a piece of bread, Enzo slapped my hand away, startling me.
“Amanda, I bought this for Amelia. Have some respect,” he dictated.
I bit my lip, unable to suppress the hurt I felt from his treatment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, Amanda. You can take one,” Amelia offered her plate to me, but I declined to avoid provoking Enzo’s anger.
After breakfast, Enzo started getting ready to leave with his pack. As I searched through the closet for his clothes, I was taken aback when I found a beautiful pink dress.
“Who own this?” I asked, holding it up.
Enzo quickly snatched the dress from my hands and shoved it back into the closet. “It’s a gift for Amelia’s upcoming birthday,” he explained.
My mouth fell open in disbelief. He had bought a gift for my cousin, yet he had never given me anything—not even on my birthday.
I fought back my tears, allowing the hurt to simmer beneath the surface as I watched him do whatever he wanted, even though it felt so incredibly unfair.
Amanda’s P. O. V