His Thoughts Loved Me, His Cruelty Destroyed Me Chapter 08

His Thoughts Loved Me, His Cruelty Destroyed Me Chapter 08

I spent the next few weeks recovering in the Pack Clinic.

During that time, Sloan and Gideon visited often, updating me on the investigation and bringing plenty of

gifts.

After the chaos at the police station, claiming Gideon was my second mate was just an act to draw a clean

line between Lachlan and me.

Yet when I handed Gideon a thank-you gift, a faint blush crept up the tall werewolf’s neck.

After being discharged, I stayed in touch with them.

Shortly after, I arranged to meet Lachlan and handed him the mate bond dissolution agreement.

As I laid everything out in front of him, he just stared at me, eyes hollow and vacant.

I pushed the printed list over. “This is an itemized breakdown of all expenses during our relationship. If there

are no objections, I’ll transfer the exact amount to you.”

“Take it away.”

His voice was low and raspy.

I met his eyes. “Lachlan.”

“Take it away!!”

With a violent sweep of his hand, he sent everything on the table flying!

Unfazed, I just stared at him coldly, indifferently.

Resting both hands on the table’s edge, his chest heaved:

“Rowan, do we really have to go this far?”

I looked at him. “Even if we force this mate bond to stay, we’ll never be happy.”

“No!” He snapped his head up, eyes bloodshot. “We will be happy! I love you, and you love me… Rowan, is

there really nothing left of me in your heart?”

I remained silent.

Truth be told, there once was.

Had I not loved him, I wouldn’t have stayed by his side for five whole years.

When we were younger, his possessiveness seemed like nothing more than a minor flaw of youth.

But as we met more people, that toxic, pathological jealousy of his only grew worse.

If love brings nothing but pain… can it even be called love?

I looked at him:

“Maybe back in school, I shouldn’t have indulged your temper. If I had stopped you then, maybe we wouldn’t

have ended up here.”

As if his soul had been sucked out in an instant, Lachlan slumped, his posture rigid and despairing.

“I really… love you so much…”

I paused briefly:

“I used to love you too.”

That was the end of our meeting. He sat there, leaving only a hollow, bitter laugh.

I spent the next few weeks recovering in the Pack Clinic.

During that time, Sloan and Gideon visited often, updating me on the investigation and bringing plenty of

gifts.

After the chaos at the police station, claiming Gideon was my second mate was just an act to draw a clean

line between Lachlan and me.

Yet when I handed Gideon a thank-you gift, a faint blush crept up the tall werewolf’s neck.

After being discharged, I stayed in touch with them.

Shortly after, I arranged to meet Lachlan and handed him the mate bond dissolution agreement.

As I laid everything out in front of him, he just stared at me, eyes hollow and vacant.

I pushed the printed list over. “This is an itemized breakdown of all expenses during our relationship. If there

are no objections, I’ll transfer the exact amount to you.”

“Take it away.”

His voice was low and raspy.

I met his eyes. “Lachlan.”

“Take it away!!”

With a violent sweep of his hand, he sent everything on the table flying!

Unfazed, I just stared at him coldly, indifferently.

Resting both hands on the table’s edge, his chest heaved:

“Rowan, do we really have to go this far?”

I looked at him. “Even if we force this mate bond to stay, we’ll never be happy.”

“No!” He snapped his head up, eyes bloodshot. “We will be happy! I love you, and you love me… Rowan, is

there really nothing left of me in your heart?”

I remained silent.

Truth be told, there once was.

Had I not loved him, I wouldn’t have stayed by his side for five whole years.

When we were younger, his possessiveness seemed like nothing more than a minor flaw of youth.

But as we met more people, that toxic, pathological jealousy of his only grew worse.

If love brings nothing but pain… can it even be called love?

I looked at him:

“Maybe back in school, I shouldn’t have indulged your temper. If I had stopped you then, maybe we wouldn’t

have ended up here.”

As if his soul had been sucked out in an instant, Lachlan slumped, his posture rigid and despairing.

“I really… love you so much…”

I paused briefly:

“I used to love you too.”

That was the end of our meeting. He sat there, leaving only a hollow, bitter laugh.