Chapter 3

Dante sighed in slight relief and resumed that thoughtful demeanor. “Or, tonight, we'll leave for our honeymoon, and you can go home and get some rest.” He put his arm around me and gently led me by the hand towards the parking lot. I should have felt happy, after all, this was our first vacation in three years of marriage, but there was a cold silence in my heart. Halfway there, a panting maid suddenly rushed over and stopped us in our tracks, a trace of unconcealable anxiety on her face, “Mr. Dante, Bethany says she's scared and wants to go out for a break.” I sneered, but in my heart, it was already clear: “If she's scared, why is she looking for my husband?” The maid lowered her head, not daring to meet my eyes. Dante frowned, clearly embarrassed. His eyes held a hint of uneasiness and ingratiation, “Baby, Jaxon has a group of important guests today and can't get away.” He paused, as if afraid I'd misunderstand, and explained softly, “After all, you're the one who pushed Bethany into the water, so I'll go take care of her for a bit.” “Heh,” I couldn't help but grunt softly, a wave of sourness welling up in my heart. “I knew that between Bethany and I; your choice would never be me.” Dante seemed to see my upset and quickly leaned over to kiss me on the forehead, his tone gentle but tinged with urgency, “Don't worry babe, I'll be sure to pick you up on time tonight, our honeymoon won't be delayed.” He hurriedly got into the car, waved at me with the window open, and then hurriedly left with the maid. I sat in the car, my steps, which I had intended to leave, stalled, and I did not start the car immediately. I wasn't angry, rather it was like an indescribable exhaustion. A short while later, the car pulled up in front of Bethany, and with a smug smile, she walked up and leaned over to Dante, taking his arm, the one that had belonged in my place. I started the car without any words and quietly followed where they were going. They arrived at the lake and Bethany took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the wet grass while Dante got down on one knee and carefully cleaned the blades of grass off her feet like he was serving a goddess. My heart pumped hard as I watched his meticulous demeanor. His gaze was firmly locked on Bethany's body, with a look that I had never seen before. The focus, the depth of feeling, as if I'd never seen it in his eyes before. My phone vibrated and my fingers slid across the screen, but my heart was heavy. Bethany sent a photo with a sweet selfie of her and Dante. In the photo, Bethany's smile was wide while Dante seemed to find warmth and dependence in her embrace. “Sienna, see?” Bethany's text is simple, yet provocative. “Dante doesn't look like an Alpha to me at all yet. He's already promised to go stargazing with me tonight, so your honeymoon will have to be postponed, I guess.” I sneered, a sense of anger and powerlessness rising in me. I quickly deleted all my messages and blacked out Bethany. Postpone the honeymoon? I didn't want to watch them love each other anymore. I suddenly decided to stop waiting and go my way alone tonight. Instead of going to Dante and returning to our home, I quietly began making my final arrangements. I looked up out the window at the night as I unpacked my bags. Soon enough, night fell and I drove my car, onto the ring road. I pulled into a silent area with no one around me in all directions. Dante hadn't given me any news all afternoon, and the man who had once held the most important place in my heart was now so far away. The light of dusk reflected off the windows of my car as I stopped at the edge of the cliff. This was the first and last time I looked in the direction of the Silver Moon Pack from this angle. It had been my home; the place Dante and I shared. But now, all that was left there for me was endless pain and memories. I opened the car door and stood at the edge of the cliff, taking a deep breath. The employees of Fake Death Services had finished their setup and the car was pushed to the edge of the cliff with precision. I closed my eyes and the last thought in my mind was - get out of here, forever. With that, I pushed the door open as hard as I could and let the car fall off the cliff. The car tumbled down, making a loud noise the moment it hit the rocks. It sounded like the sound of my three-year marriage crumbling and shattering, as if the scattered bodywork was in pieces. As Dante and Bethany finished stargazing and stood by the lake enjoying the beautiful night, Dante hurried home and received a call from the police department. “Mr. Dante, your wife was abducted by a Rogue and fell off a cliff.” The voice on the other end of the phone seemed a bit rushed, Dante's heart lifted and his face instantly turned pale. He rushed to the window and yelled, “How's Sienna? Is she injured?” The caller was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his wording, “I'm sorry, the lady was hit by multiple silver bullets, and her injuries were too severe to be resuscitated ...... Now confirmed dead.” Dante was struck by lightning, his body shook and his eyes were blurred. He was trembling and staring, unable to accept the news: “No! it can't be! Sienna won't die!” He practically roared, his voice choking and gasping for air, as if he were a man who had lost his soul. But no matter how much he shouted, the silence on the other end, had made it clear to him. Sienna, was really gone.