Chapter 2: "Emma, You're the Loser!"

Emma's POV

In that instant, I couldn't believe my own ears.

The bed sheets still held his warmth and the sticky scent of our lovemaking.

That sentence "Let's get divorced" was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, making my body instantly freeze.

The shameful lingering pleasure still inside me now became a mockery.

"Klaus, what... what are you saying?"

I stared at him, forcing out a smile uglier than crying, my voice hoarse.

"You're drunk, Klaus. Don't joke like that."

My hand reached out, wanting to touch his face, to confirm he was still the husband I had loved for so long.

He swatted my hand away, using such force that my hand immediately turned red.

"Why?"

My voice trembled , tears rolling down beyond my control.

"Why do you want to divorce me? Did I do something wrong? I can change, just tell me..."

My tears didn't earn Klaus's sympathy.

His handsome face was filled with disdain and disgust.

"Emma, put away your tears. You know I hate seeing you cry the most."

I choked back a sob, forcing myself to swallow the rest of my words and tears, my throat bitter and rough.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

He finally lost his patience, tossing that cruel answer to me like a handout.

"It's because of Nancy."

My mind went "boom" and exploded.

Nancy...

This name was like a silver dagger, stabbing deep into my heart.

She was the princess of the New Moon Pack, the woman everyone thought was most suitable to stand beside Klaus.

I had always known she liked Klaus.

I had always known that I wasn't Klaus's fated mate.

If it weren't for Klaus's grandfather's order, the former Alpha of the Golden Moon Pack, he would never have married me.

I was a wolf person without a wolf.

A defective product.

A waste who didn't deserve the supreme Alpha at all.

My very existence was his shame.

Klaus's cold voice continued, extinguishing my last pitiful illusion.

"Nancy is sick, she has silver poisoning. The doctor says she won't live past a year. I must marry her and fulfill her last wish before she dies."

Silver poisoning?

A complex emotion flashed through my heart.

Was Nancy dying?

But I couldn't give up Klaus.

I couldn't give my husband to someone else, especially when I had just gotten pregnant with our child!

"No, Klaus, this isn't fair to me!"

I was still making a last struggle.

"We can have the pack's best doctors treat her, there must be a way..."

"Enough! Emma!"

Klaus shouted impatiently, his voice carrying the irritability and authority of a wolf.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"If it weren't for you, Nancy and I would have been married long ago! You've been occupying the Luna position that should have been hers for a whole year, what more do you want now?"

Every word of his was like a knife, repeatedly cutting into my heart.

The disgust in his eyes was so real.

"Emma, you can't possibly be my fated mate. I don't love you. You can't even get pregnant with my child!"

I trembled all over from his shouting.

His sentence "I don't love you" completely sentenced me to death.

I suddenly felt so pathetic and ridiculous.

For one year of marriage, I desperately treated him well, serving him like a maid, enduring his brutality in bed without dignity.

All of this was just to get pregnant with his child, to make him acknowledge my Luna status.

But what about him?

He never acknowledged me as his Luna in public.

Now, with Klaus's grandfather barely gone, he was so eager to divorce me and replace me with a new, beloved Luna.

So what was I?

A pitiful breeding tool?

My hand unconsciously covered my lower abdomen.

Klaus...

Your child is here...

"Knock knock knock!"

Just as we were arguing intensely, the door was urgently knocked.

It was Klaus's assistant Steven's voice.

"Mr. Klaus, Miss Nancy has just fainted due to her worsening condition. Please go see her quickly."

All the impatience on Klaus's face turned into nervousness.

In our year of marriage, I had never seen him care about me like this.

Watching him immediately about to get up from bed.

I desperately grabbed his hand, pressing my face against his back.

"Don't go!"

"Klaus, please... don't leave me alone..."

"Let go!" He growled, then forcefully pried my fingers off.

I watched my hand slide off his hand.

He quickly put on his clothes, never looking back at me.

"Emma, when I get back, we'll go handle the divorce procedures."

"Bang!"

He slammed the door heavily.

I was alone, naked, sitting on that messy bed.

I finally remembered that when he came back, that sweet smell on him.

It was Nancy's perfume.

I suddenly felt utterly disgusted.

I don't know how long I sat there, my body becoming numb and cold.

"Buzz buzz..."

On the bedside table, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Like a sluggish puppet, I slowly turned my head and reached for it.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

My heart inexplicably tightened, shrouded by an ominous premonition.

With trembling fingertips, I opened the message.

There were several indecent photos.

The background was a luxury hotel's bed.

Nancy was wearing a set of black lace lingerie with barely any fabric, hardly covering her breasts.

She was intimately nestled beside Klaus, one hand on his chest, the other holding her phone for a selfie.

Her face wore a victor's smug and provocative smile.

Did she look anything like someone seriously ill and dying?

And my husband Klaus was sleeping shirtless beside her.

Even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, a look I knew so well.

"I'm the winner, Emma, you bitch without even a wolf."

"You're the loser!"

These two sentences crashed repeatedly in my mind, churning my rationality upside down.

My throat suddenly felt suffocating, my heart as if being squeezed hard, the pain almost making me faint.

A sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from my lower abdomen!

"Ugh!"

I groaned in pain, my whole body curling up uncontrollably, like an earthworm stepped on its vital point.

A warm flow suddenly gushed out from between my legs.

I stiffly lowered my head.

I saw on the white bed sheet, a glaring bright red rapidly spreading.

It was my blood.

Oh no, my child...