Chapter 2 Episode 02

I woke up to an empty bed and a shattered heart, still unable to believe what had happened.

Leo's words kept echoing in my head-I want a divorce. Get rid of the baby. I, Alpha Leo Knight, reject you... The way he spoke to me last night made me feel like he had a deep hatred buried down there for me.

I rose to my feet and reached for my phone on the couch. Leo had actually blocked my line from calling him.

I suddenly realized I had not even the slightest idea where he could be or what he had gone through!

With trembling fingers, I called Zoey, my best friend. Zoey's family were super rich, and since she was the only child, she grew up having everything a child could ever ask for. We met in high school, and we were both the smartest kids.

She picked up almost immediately after the first ring, and hearing her voice almost made me break down in tears.

"Selene? What's wrong?"

"Have you seen Leo?"

"No, is something wrong?"

"I need to find him." My voice cracked. "Please, Zoey."

There was a pause. "I'll inquire from as many people as I can. Meet me at our usual place in an hour."

She didn't give me a chance to respond but ended the call immediately. I sighed deeply because I had no choice but to go meet her. I was in no mood to freshen up.

Thirty minutes later, I sat in the restaurant, staring at nothing, my water untouched.

The waiter glanced at me with concern. I must have looked terrible-swollen eyes, pale skin, lips dry and cracked.

I couldn't seem to take my mind off what happened last night. I had thought the news of the baby would put a smile on Leo's face, but I was wrong.

Zoey rushed in, her eyes widening when she saw me. "Look at you-oh goodness, you look so horrible, sissy."

I couldn't hold it anymore. The words spilled out. "I'm pregnant."

Her face lit up. "That's amazing! Leo must be-"

"He rejected me." The tears came again. "Last night. He rejected me and our baby. I never expected I'd lose my husband the exact day I received the best news of my life."

Zoey gasped. For a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something, then stopped. "That... that doesn't make sense. Are you sure there isn't some misunderstanding?"

"I don't know." I wiped my face. "He kept saying I deceived him. But I don't know what I did wrong."

Zoey scoffed, anger flashing in her eyes."That fucking bastard needs some sense shoved into his brain."

She squeezed my hand. "But I believe he loved you. Have faith in your relationship, and it's gonna work out fine."

Her phone buzzed. She answered, her expression shifting. When she hung up, her face was grim.

"A friend found him."

"Where?"

"An exclusive clubhouse." She showed me a photo-Leo, surrounded by people I didn't recognize. Staring at the surrounding, I could tell it was fucking expensive.

"How do we get in?"

She smiled confidently. "My family partially owns the club. We can get in without a penny."

I rose to my feet immediately. I wasn't ready to waste another second. What on earth could have been so severe to make my husband go to a club? Leo always cared so much about his reputation, and he would never put it at stake for anything.

We quickly headed for the club, and as Zoey and I entered, I could inhale the strong stench of alcohol and cigarettes. The atmosphere was so lively, people were dancing, drinking, laughing-oblivious to the storm raging inside me.

Then I saw the image of a man and a woman kissing on a small stage in the center of the room.

My heart nearly sank. I couldn't conclude if it was Leo or not because he was backing me, but a terrible feeling crept into my chest, telling me something was wrong.

The man's hands were wrapped around her waist so lovingly, and I watched as the crowd cheered them on. The way he held her-it was intimate. Familiar. Painful.

The crowd cheering them on. When they broke apart, the man turned-and my world stopped.

It was Leo! My husband!

Immediately our eyes met, his eyes found mine. For a split second, something flickered in them. Surprise? Guilt? Then it was gone, replaced by cold indifference.

But what made my blood run cold was the woman who turned to face me.

She had my face. The same beauty mark at the corner of her left eye. The same moon-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder.

I had always had to hide the mark on my shoulder because my parents made me believe it was an abomination. I thought I was the only one who had such a mark in the entire world.

I stared at her, unable to breathe.

Then she smiled-a smile that looked exactly like mine-and slipped her hand into Leo's.

And he let her.

My husband, who had rejected me just last night, was now holding hands with another woman. My chest tightened. All I could see was her-wearing my marks, my face.

Who the hell was she? And why the fuck did she have my marks, my face-my everything?!!