Chapter 3 Lena's POV After dinner, the pack doctor came as usual to examine my eyes. "Alpha, Dr. Corbin has something to attend to, so I'm here in his place. I've reviewed the case, and if Luna continues with the medication, there's a good chance her sight will be restored." I stood outside the door, listening to the doctor discuss my condition with Blake, and a pang of bitterness washed over me. So what if my sight was restored? Blake and I could never go back. In this game of lies and deceit, I would rather stay a "blind woman." For the remaining five days, all I wanted was to leave the werewolf realm peacefully, then... never see him again. There was a brief silence in the room before Blake's calm voice cut through it, "No need." "Didn't Dr. Corbin tell you? For the past five years, I've only had him prescribe the most basic vitamins for Luna." "If she could see again, how would Kendra handle it?" With a sharp 'crack,' I snapped the diamond ring off my finger, blood seeping through my fingers. I stumbled back to my room, my entire body shaking uncontrollably. In my panic, I knocked over the wedding photo on the table. In the photo, Blake was slightly leaning in, pressing a pure, devout kiss to the girl's forehead. "Thud, thud." My tears fell to the floor without warning. I cried and then started laughing deliriously, my stomach twisting with waves of bitterness. "Blake, good for you!" It turned out that the thousand dark, confused, fearful, and cowardly days and nights I had spent were all part of Blake's plan. I cried until there were no tears left, then I pulled the wedding photo from the frame and shoved it into the shredder. As the paper was torn apart, countless sweet memories with Blake seemed to fade from my mind. "Babe, what are you doing?" I dumped the shredded bits into the trash, my voice hoarse. "Nothing. Just a mistake in a document." Blake furrowed his brow at the paper scraps, a sense of familiarity creeping in. Before he could think further, Kendra walked in, holding a bouquet of flowers. His attention shifted immediately to her, and she placed the flowers in my arms. "Lena, happy birthday!" The strong smell of the flowers made me cough uncontrollably, and tears streamed down my face. Kendra even covered my eyes, forcefully pushing me toward the dining table. "Ready? Surprise!" On the pristine white marble table sat a few pieces of undercooked ribs, alongside a heap of overcooked vegetables. It was almost laughably ironic. Kendra slapped her forehead in frustration. "Ah! I forgot Lena can't see-" Before she could finish, she clamped her mouth shut with an expression of embarrassment. Blake immediately signed to comfort her: [It's okay, Lena won't mind.] Kendra lowered her head in defeat, then signed: [Why am I always so useless?] [It's fine, I also made a mango cake for Lena.] Seeing this, Blake's eyes brimmed with pity. He urged, "Babe, you should eat the cake." I stood still, my fist clenched. Suddenly, I felt incredibly exhausted. My voice was dry, as if my throat were scratched by sandpaper. "Blake, today isn't my birthday. It's the anniversary of the death of my child." "And I'm allergic to mangoes." Blake froze, regret flashing in his eyes. "Babe, I-" I didn't acknowledge his apology and turned to leave. Back in my room, I shut out the sound of Kendra's sobs and Blake's attempts to comfort her. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I was awakened by strange noises from downstairs. Drowsily, I opened my eyes to see a familiar figure. Blake was sitting by my bed, his eyes gentle. "Babe, you're awake." "I made macarons for you. Would you like to eat some?" I gently pulled away from his touch. "No, I don't have an appetite." His hand lingered in midair, and he sighed softly. "Babe, don't lie to me. You're still upset, aren't you?" "Once I'm done with work, how about I take you to a concert?" I turned my face away, staring silently at the ends of my hair. Seeing this, he pursed his lips, his brows furrowed in concern. He took my hand. "Babe, Kendra prepared a beast show as an apology." I frowned slightly, ready to refuse, but before I could, Blake swept me off my feet and carried me downstairs. The January night was bitterly cold. I was only wearing a thin nightgown. My face turned pale from the chill, but the darkness of the night masked it. I shivered several times as I saw Blake holding clothes in his arms, walking directly toward Kendra... He dressed her in a thick protective suit, putting on gloves and a helmet, and then kissed Kendra's cheek gently. "Kendra, don't overdo it. You and the baby are the most important." The wind carried his soft words to my ears, like a heavy blow. As Kendra lifted the cage cover, my pupils contracted in shock.