Xavien opened his bloodshot eyes, shooting daggers of hatred. “Alpha Sebastian Black,” he growled, enunciating each word with venom.
He staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously as he lunged forward to throw a punch.
But he was so drunk he barely managed to stay upright-his fist missed Alpha Sebastian by a wide margin without forcing him to dodge.
The property manager quickly ordered the guards to restrain him.
Xavien shoved them off. “Get off me, all of you!” he snarled.
“Alpha Xavien, please don’t make a scene,” the manager said soothingly. “You’re on the wrong floor. Let us help you back to your apartment.”
“Who says I’m on the wrong floor? She’s my wife!” Xavien shouted.
“…What?” The manager’s jaw dropped in shock.
The two security guards looked equally stunned.
Alpha Sebastian’s voice cut through the confusion. “He’s talking nonsense. If you don’t remove him now, we’ll have to call the police.”
“So he’s not…” The manager glanced uncertainly between us, then turned to me. “Miss Celina, is Alpha Xavien your husband?”
“No, he is not,” I said icily. “Get him out of here.”
Xavien stared at me as if I had stabbed him, raw pain etched deep across his face.
It was obvious to everyone that we knew each other.
But since I denied his claim and he was clearly intoxicated, the manager decided the safest option was to return him to his own apartment.
The three men dragged Xavien toward the elevator despite his furious protests. The doors closed, muffling his shouts and the sound of his fists pounding against the metal.
As the elevator ascended, the noise gradually faded.
I exhaled a shaky breath of relief, but my expression darkened once more.
If Xavien lived in the same building, he could ambush me in the parking garage every time I came home. There would be no escape.
Selling my place and moving again was out of the question.
“I’m curious,” Alpha Sebastian’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Do you actually want this divorce or not?”
I snapped back to reality and met his inscrutable gaze.
I wasn’t sure why he cared, but I answered honestly, “If I didn’t want a divorce, I could have just pretended not to know about his affair and turned a blind eye. But once I decided to leave, there’s no going back.”
Alpha Sebastian nodded, apparently satisfied with my answer.
“Stay at my place for the next few days,” he suggested. “Tell your friend not to visit for a while. Lian will prepare your meals. Focus on healing that leg first.”
“…Stay at your place?” The idea felt strange, almost inappropriate.
“Would you prefer a repeat of tonight’s scene?” he challenged. “Or do you have a better solution?”
I didn’t.
Xavien might corner me here, but he couldn’t reach me at Sebastian’s penthouse.
It was the only way to avoid confrontation while my leg healed. And I definitely needed to recover before I could even think about running from Xavien again.
“All right,” I agreed.
I packed a few essentials and followed Sebastian back to the penthouse.
Lian had already gone to bed. Alpha Sebastian showed me to the guest room.
“It’s late. Get some rest,” he said before leaving me alone.
Lying in the unfamiliar bed, the situation felt surreal. Not only was I eating my boss’s food, but now I was staying in his luxury penthouse?
My sleep was restless, filled with chaotic, disjointed dreams.
The next morning, still half-asleep, my phone rang.
Squinting at the screen, I saw it was Yvonne.
I answered, but before I could say hello, her frantic voice burst through the speaker.
“Girl, thank God you finally picked up! Never mind that now-check i******** right away!”
Celina
I pulled my phone away from my ear, squinting at the screen with a frown. “?********:?” I muttered, confused and unsettled.
Opening the app, I immediately understood what Yvonne had been warning me about. A notorious gossip account had posted a video clip that was rapidly spreading like wildfire. It was everywhere-popping up on the Explore page, shared and memed by countless users.
The footage was from the confrontation outside the airport yesterday afternoon, but it had been heavily edited and re-captioned to portray me as the aggressor-the villain who had suddenly attacked poor, defenseless Cira.
Xavien, the real male lead in this drama? He was completely erased from the video.
The clip painted me as the angry, unhinged woman slapping a helpless sweetheart. But here’s the shocking part: the internet wasn’t angry at me. No, their fury was directed at Cira.
Somehow, someone had pieced together who Cira was. Her name, her background, even old photos were now public knowledge. The comments were vicious, merciless.
The slap had already been turned into a meme, spreading like wildfire.
Top comments read things like:
“Homewrecker caught in 4K.”
“She’s lucky that’s all she got.”
“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”
The message was clear: no one was mad that I slapped her. They believed she deserved it.
Whether human or wolf, nothing is more despised than a mate-stealer. Public tolerance for such betrayal is almost nonexistent.
At least ninety percent of the comments were in my favor. Some even gleefully suggested I should have hit her harder. Others demanded that she be publicly humiliated in ways that made me cringe.
The original post had appeared anonymously late last night.
From what I could tell, influencers began resharing it sometime after 2 AM.
“Did you do this?” Yvonne asked eagerly when I told her.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You think I did?”
She shrugged. “I can’t figure out who else would! It seems like something you might do, but also not really your style. Besides you, who else would spin the story like this?”
“Maybe just some random person who hates homewreckers?” I suggested. “That would make sense, right?”
“Please,” Yvonne scoffed. “A random bystander paying major influencers to stir up this kind of firestorm? Come on.”
“Honestly,” I said thoughtfully, “who did it doesn’t really matter. What matters is the fallout.”
“The fallout?” Yvonne’s curiosity was piqued. “Wait-could it be someone who admires you? Like… Alpha Sebastian?”
I burst out laughing. “Darling, I can’t speak for everything, but I can absolutely guarantee it wasn’t me-and definitely not Alpha Sebastian.”
After we hung up, I immediately called Harlow to fill her in on the i********: situation.
Harlow had spent the night caring for her mother and was just waking up.
After reviewing the posts and connecting the dots with what she already knew, she ventured, “Could it be Luna Daria? The way Xavien was edited out seems like someone trying to protect him from backlash.”
“Luna Daria?” I shook my head. “She’d want this buried deep, not dragged out and paraded around.”
“True. Then who else could it be?”
“I think…” I hesitated, “it might have been Cira herself.”
“That’s impossible,” Harlow argued. “She’s the biggest victim here-her reputation is shredded, everyone’s cursing her name. Why would she do that to herself?” Then, her voice shifted as a realization dawned. “Unless… if she posted it herself, she’s completely unhinged. Like, seriously needs psychiatric help unhinged.”
[Could someone really destroy their own reputation and drag their family through the mud just to play the victim for Xavier? Was that even possible?]
“Let’s wait and see what happens,” I said. “About my parents-they’ll see the video eventually, and they don’t know about my injury yet. Could you explain the situation to them? Tell them I’ll visit in a few days.”
“Don’t worry, I already spoke with them. They’re handling it surprisingly well.”
A pang of guilt hit me. “I should have told them myself…” I admitted. I’d wanted to spare them the worry, planning to tell them later, but instead, they found out through this shocking viral video. I felt like I’d failed them.
Harlow tried to reassure me. “Don’t overthink it. Right now, we need to focus on the divorce. I’m meeting with Xavien again today.”
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