ana'
emed to think he had regained control. His
d down" and was now trembling in
ce and quiet to remotely manage my team, put
s for me, targeting plots that seemed insignificant now bu
n exponential rate, and Gal
and timidly asked if the Alpha's dinne
the guest room since I kicked him out. He probably thought
. "From now on, he can sort out h
ut didn't dare to ques
walked into the closet, where half the
ial tasks in the Pack and ordered them to pack
not daring to move. "Luna, we... w
uble, I'll take responsibility," I said
ey finally began to pac
ith Gallagher's things-from suits and shirts to
all the suitcases in fro
e master bedroom and looked at the ha
He saw the pile of luggage at the guest r
edroom door, only to find
the hell are you doing now!"
early. "Cleaning. Getting rid of th
s speechless, only able to l
ed yet, but that doesn't mean I have to continue sharing my space with you.
ering him. If he dared to break down the doo
me, then finally, filled with rage and
a woman who was "afraid of divorce" just a few days ago could hav
control would torment him. An
went and bought another old apartment
ording to my memory, in six months, the government would annou
d me the tenant list
nting to get a sense of the curre
name made my
er
me, my heart pound
d. He had won every top award, was an idol to million
s old, dropped out of drama school because he
on that singl
had burned me. I stare
ght now, he was nothing more than a cheap tenant fi
had been in
ction, that soft, patient voice of his-all of it. He made her feel safe. He
eded him
h would shine
gher's own
ld find out that I was the one who had made him one. With his money. The Luna he had thrown away had used his
ned smile slowl
ment-your first art
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