The Betrayed Luna Chapter 07
Once Viola was dealt with, Alden finally remembered me.
He started chasing me obsessively—calls, messages, waiting for me outside my parents’ hospital.
That day, I’d just finished accompanying my mother to a checkup. The moment I stepped outside, I saw Alden standing in the rain.
No umbrella. Soaked through.
Hair that was always immaculately styled now clung to his forehead in a mess. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked utterly wretched.
Seeing me emerge, his eyes lit up. He staggered forward, arms reaching for me.
I stepped back. Stared at him coldly.
His hands froze in midair. His voice was ruined—barely recognizable:
“Heidi… I was wrong… I know I was wrong.”
“I was blind—that bitch deceived me. I should have believed you. I should never have used your dad’s treatment as leverage.”
He pulled a waterlogged document folder from inside his jacket and pressed it toward me with trembling hands:
“Eighty percent of the company shares. Every property and car under my name—all transferred to you. Please… don’t leave me. I’ll give you my life if you ask for it.”
Looking at this pathetic man, I felt nothing.
Not even hatred anymore. Just endless exhaustion and revulsion.
“Alden—do you think you’re doing all this because you love me?”
“Yes! I love you!” He nodded frantically.
“No. You don’t love me.” I looked at him with frozen eyes, every word a blade:
“You just can’t accept that you were played for a fool. Can’t accept that you destroyed your perfect life for a con artist.”
“You’re coming to me now to ease your own guilt—to prove that someone still wants you.”
Alden flinched as if struck. His face drained of color. He shook his head desperately:
“That’s not true! Heidi, I really do love you!”
“Five years—you suffered alongside me through everything. How could I possibly not love you?”
I laughed—bitter, mocking: “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have held another woman in your arms while lying about the border.”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have walked away while my mother was having a cardiac episode.”
“Alden—you took my heart, put it on the ground, and crushed it under your heel. And now you want to piece it back together? Don’t you find that laughable?”
I didn’t take the document folder. Walked around him. Headed straight for the car parked at the curb.
“Heidi! Don’t go!”
Alden lunged forward and clung to my legs.
A grown man—an Alpha—sobbing in the rain without a shred of dignity.
“I’m begging you… don’t throw me away. I’ll do everything you say from now on.”
“I’ll cook for you every day. I’ll never look at another woman again… please… just one more chance…”
I looked down at him. My gaze held no warmth whatsoever.
“Let go. Don’t make me think you’ve lost the last scrap of dignity you had.”
Alden searched my eyes. Found nothing but finality.
His hands loosened. Slowly. Finger by finger.
He collapsed onto the rain-soaked ground, watching my car disappear into the distance, and let out a howl of despair.
Over the following month, Alden appeared outside my parents’ hospital room at six every morning.
Carrying my father’s favorite beef broth. My mother’s favorite French macarons.
He never dared enter. Just handed everything to the nurse, then sat silently on the corridor bench.
He paid ten years’ worth of my father’s medical expenses upfront. Hired the most elite nephrology team in the country for a consultation.
One evening, I’d stayed late at work and went to visit my father.
Rounding the corner, I saw Alden crouching on the floor, carefully washing my father’s feet.
My father’s face was stone. He kicked Alden hard in the shoulder: “Get out! Don’t touch me! You disgust me!”
Alden stumbled back two steps—then immediately crawled back, voice humble and small:
“Dad, please don’t be upset—think of your health. If you’re angry at me, kick me as many times as you need. Whatever makes you feel better…”
He used to be an impossibly proud man.
Even when I asked him to pour me a glass of water, he’d brush it off—claimed he was too busy with work.
But now—to win me back—he was willing to shed every last shred of pride. To endure my parents’ scorn and contempt.
But I knew. All of it was too late.
I walked to the doorway. Said flatly: “Alden, come outside for a moment.”