---- Chapter 2 When I finally got home, Lucien texted me back. "T don't have to read it. Whatever you want me to sign, I'll sign it. I trust you wouldn't hurt me." So... he wasn't even going to read it. I lowered my eyes and pulled out my phone, ready to delete every single post on Facebook that mentioned our relationship. However, just then, I saw a new post from Summer. It was a photo of her lying on a couch, looking cozy. In the corner of the frame, you could see a man's wrist. "T got drunk tonight. It feels so good to have someone take care of me." I knew that wrist and that watch. It was Lucien's, and I knew exactly what Summer was doing. That post was for me, letting me know that she was still irreplaceable in Lucien's heart, telling me I should take the hint and leave. ---- I quietly set my phone down and began packing my bags. Lucien didn't come home until the next evening. I was tossing together a simple salad for dinner when I saw him walk in, carrying a cake. I froze. He frowned slightly when he noticed what I was making. "You forgot what today is?" he asked. "Why are you eating something so plain? It's your birthday." I was stunned. I'm an Omega orphan with no inner wolf or roots. Before I mated with Lucien, I had never celebrated a birthday. However, ever since we became mates, he had never missed a year. No matter how busy he was, he always came home to celebrate with me. When I was afraid of thunderstorms, he'd hold me close and whisper to me. When I had to travel far, he insisted on dropping me off and picking me up himself. I thought that was love until a month ago, on our ---- anniversary, when he skipped dinner with me to pick up Summer from the airport. That night, I knew. In his heart, Summer mattered more. And me? I was just the one who happened to step in when Summer ran away from the Marking Ceremony. I wasn't the one he truly cared about; she was. Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. Ihad once been foolish enough to believe Lucien loved me. After all, he'd been so gentle, caring, and affectionate. I thought maybe he was falling for me, too, or maybe my love wasn't one-sided anymore. Now, I knew he never let go of Summer. I stared at the beautiful birthday cake in his hands, and my chest ached. After I left, no one would ever remember my birthday again. I forced a polite smile and said, "Thank you." "Mia, we're mates. You don't have to be so polite," Lucien said with a smile, lighting the candles. "You're one year older now. Make a wish." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!