The Bride Widow
Chapter 146: Ch 146: The one to care about - Part 3

Chapter 146: Ch 146: The one to care about - Part 3

Sharon, wait!" he said, his grip firm but not forceful.

She halted, spinning around to face him with fire in her eyes. "What do you want, Daniel?" she snapped. "Haven’t you said enough?"

"I need to explain," Daniel said, his breath coming in gasps. "It’s not what it looked like back there."

Sharon shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. "It’s always not what it looks like with you, isn’t it? But I’m tired of excuses. I’m tired of you tugging me along like some second choice. I deserve better than this."

"You’re not a second choice," Daniel said quickly. "You’ve always been the only one for me. You know that."

"No," Sharon said, her voice quieter but no less firm. "That might have been true once, but not anymore. You’ve mated with someone else, Daniel. You’ve tied yourself to her. Whether you wanted it or not, it’s done. You’ve made your choice."

Daniel’s jaw clenched, his mind scrambling for the right words. "I didn’t choose this," he said. "I didn’t want this to happen. Sharon, you know me. You know how I feel about you."

Sharon sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You don’t get it, do you? It doesn’t matter how you feel about me if your actions say otherwise. I can’t be with someone who’s already bound to someone else. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to you."

"Sharon, please," Daniel said, his voice breaking.

"I’m done, Daniel," she said softly. "I’m done waiting for you to figure out your mess. You need to sort out your life, but don’t expect me to be part of it anymore."

She pulled her arm free from his grasp and walked away, her steps steady and unyielding. This time, Daniel didn’t follow. He stood there, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared from view, the weight of her words settling heavily on his shoulders.

______

Meanwhile, Anabella sat in the cozy living room of Clair and Noah’s home. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. She was curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her legs, a mug of tea in her hands. Clair sat beside her, offering quiet reassurance, while Noah lounged in a nearby armchair, his sharp humor lightening the mood when it threatened to grow too heavy.

Anabella couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over her. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t alone. The warmth of their friendship wrapped around her like a shield, keeping the chaos of her life at bay, if only for a little while.

"I hope we’re not overstepping," Clair said gently, her eyes searching Anabella’s face. "We just want you to feel safe and supported."

Anabella shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re not overstepping. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for leaning on you so much."

"You don’t need to apologize for that," Noah said firmly. "That’s what friends are for, Anabella. Besides, you’ve been through enough. Let us handle some of the weight for a change."

Anabella’s chest tightened with emotion, but she quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

They talked late into the evening, their conversation drifting from lighthearted topics to more serious matters. At one point, Anabella hesitated, her fingers tightening around her mug.

"I think I’m ready," she said finally, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within her.

Clair and Noah exchanged a glance before Clair leaned forward, her expression encouraging. "Ready for what?" she asked gently.

"To move on," Anabella said, meeting their eyes. "To separate from my past and start fresh. I can’t keep living like this, holding onto something that’s already gone. It’s time to let go."

Clair reached out, placing a comforting hand on Anabella’s arm. "We’re so proud of you," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

"Absolutely," Noah added, a grin spreading across his face. "And you don’t have to do it alone. We’re with you every step of the way."

Anabella’s heart swelled with gratitude, the weight of her decision feeling lighter with their unwavering support. For the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope—a small but steady light guiding her toward a brighter future.

_____

Back at his house, Daniel sat alone in his study, the silence around him deafening. His phone buzzed on the desk, drawing his attention. He picked it up, his heart sinking as he read the message from Anabella.

I’ve made my decision. I’m moving forward with the divorce.

Daniel’s hand tightened around the phone, his jaw clenching as a wave of anger and betrayal washed over him. How could she do this? How could she let go so easily?

He slammed the phone down on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet room. His thoughts churned, a storm of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t seem to shake. Anabella had been a constant in his life, someone he thought he could count on. And now, she was walking away.

But beneath the anger was something deeper—a gnawing sense of regret and self-loathing. Daniel knew, deep down, that he was the one who had pushed her away. His choices, his mistakes—they had led to this moment.

As the night wore on, Daniel remained in his study, the weight of his decisions pressing heavily on him. For the first time, he began to wonder if it was too late to fix what he had broken.

Daniel sat in his empty living room, staring blankly at the muted television. His thoughts spiraled in endless circles as he tried to piece together where his life had gone wrong.

He had followed the rules, done what was expected of him as an alpha, yet it seemed the universe had turned against him.

Daniel was not in the wrong, but he was the one being wronged.

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