"W...Why..." I shook my head in disbelief, "You're my best friend!" I cried out, overcome with a sense of betrayal as tears continued to stream down my face.
Maya bit her lower lip, her words halted as I moved to slap her for trying to gaslight me, but Andrew firmly grasped my hand.
"Autumn, don't," he commanded, "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Don't hurt her," he pleaded, his voice laced with concern, breaking my heart even further.
"And you have the nerve to say that..."
"She's pregnant, and she needs to be looked after!" he exclaimed. "I don't care what anyone else thinks right now," he added, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Please, don't. If you love me, then let us," he whispered. "I'm tired of you being unable to give me a child. That's all I've ever wanted, and you've never made me happy."
I couldn't believe everything he said to me. I thought he loved me. I thought Maya was my best friend, and it seemed like no one was on my side.
What would you do if your best friend was pregnant with your husband's baby? What would you do if your most loyal maid betrayed you?
After a series of betrayals, Luna Autumn was not only accused of a crime but also banished from the Pack, becoming a Rogue.
Heartbroken, Autumn encountered Ethan, the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, notorious for his playboy lifestyle and disregard for the concept of mates. Ethan is intrigued by Autumn; unlike the other women he has been with, she stirs unfamiliar feelings in him and remains beyond his grasp, making her seem exceptional.
As Ethan's fascination with Autumn grows, what will happen between them?

His Betrayed Luna

　　I observe the subtle shifts in Autumn's expression each time I speak the truth. Despite her attempts to distance herself romantically, her eyes betray a lingering desire for me. I empathize with her struggle and am committed to supporting her through it.


　　"She was angry with me all along," she murmured, sadness clouding her eyes. My heart ached in rhythm with hers, knowing her pain mirrored my own. The unresolved tension between us left me feeling vulnerable and powerless.


　　"You don't need to dwell on her," I reassured gently, attempting to soothe her. "She's just a distraction, a minor issue. We can handle any challenges she poses, especially with the evidence we have." As I spoke, I watched her closely. She nodded in agreement, and I reached out to touch her hand on the desk. Her gaze met mine with gentle understanding.


　　I withdrew my hand from hers and stood up, but she mirrored my actions almost immediately.


CHAPTER 70 I Feel The Same Way About Her