He Put His Ex First So I Found My True Mate Chapter 06
I kept scrolling.
They complained that the restaurant I’d booked “wasn’t appropriate for a founding family” and had privately told Graham to switch it to a more expensive one.
Cynthia asked, “Won’t that blow the budget?”
George answered, “Who cares? It’s going on Mara’s card.”
Even making me sleep in the main hall had been part of the plan.
Blair wrote, “Give me the ocean-view suite. She needs to know she’s still not part of this family.”
Graham replied with a single sentence:
“She won’t object. If I tell her it’s for the pups and that it’ll affect how the pack evaluates her, she’ll agree in the end.”
There was also a screenshot that had just been saved.
Blair: “Why hasn’t she uploaded the photos yet? Did she find out? Also, who’s paying the ten-thousand-dollar bill?”
Graham: “Let her cool off overnight. I’ll calm her down and get her to pay in the morning.”
I was about to close the page when one more screenshot of a private message popped up at the bottom.
Blair had asked:
“If I want to register with you again, will you cancel the ceremony with Mara?”
Two minutes later, Graham answered:
“Yes.”
One word.
It was enough to strip away my last shred of hesitation.
I copied every file onto an encrypted drive, cleared the recent history, closed the laptop, and walked out of the house with my luggage.
It was still dark. Everyone was asleep.
Halfway to the ferry dock, Graham sent me a message:
*The kids wake up at seven. Come back and make breakfast. Stop sulking.*
I didn’t answer.
I turned off my phone.
At dawn, the ferry pulled away from the Tidewatch shore.
The cold wind hit my face.
I reached into my bag and took out the custom family calendar Graham had given me. Birthdays, parent-teacher conferences, summer camps, anniversaries, his family’s rituals—I had written every one of them in by hand.
I tore out the pages one by one.
Then I dropped the pieces into the ferry’s recycling bin.
The Mara who had traded her usefulness for a place in a family was staying behind on that shore for good.