I yelled, "Nick, you're not the one whose tendons were torn, who can't stand for long periods, and who lost their entire dream! How dare you ask me to forgive the terrible woman who destroyed my future?"

Years ago, Sherry came at me with a knife—she was not just trying to hurt me; she was trying to kill me. The only reason I was still alive was because Nick had thrown himself in front of me and taken the hit instead.

And because of that, he believed I owed him an eternal debt of gratitude because he had saved my life. Now, in his mind, since he had forgiven Sherry, I was supposed to do the same—it was ridiculous.

Nick's patience finally snapped. "Flora, I'm doing this for your own good. You've always been a loner. You never had any friends except Sherry. Why can't you just let go of the past and be friends again?"

His voice carried the authority of an Alpha, as if he truly believed he was acting in my best interest. All the gentleness and warmth he once showed me was gone.

In his eyes, I was nothing without him. I was just a woman who could not find another man. And without Sherry, I was nothing but a friendless, bitter nobody.

The pain in my belly intensified. I realized that even if Sherry's knife had pierced my heart back then, it probably would not have hurt as much as this moment did.

Sherry said softly, "Flora, I don't expect you to forgive me right now, but I'll keep praying to the Moon Goddess and repent until the day you finally accept me as your friend again."

"Get lost," I growled, gripping the car door tightly to keep myself from collapsing.

Nick stared at me, shaking his head in contempt. "Flora, I can't believe you'd treat Sherry this way—you're wicked. I'm seriously reconsidering whether you can be my Luna because I don't want people mocking me for having such a heartless, bitter woman as my fiancée!"

He spat, "If you don't apologize to Sherry, then it's your own fault that you can't dance anymore, your own fault that you have no friends, and your own fault that you can't be my Luna!"

I thought, "Moon Goddess, you should've just let me die that day. At least during that time, Nick had sworn that as long as he was breathing, he would always protect me."

Suddenly, the pain became unbearable. I collapsed to the ground, blood pooling between my legs. It seemed I would not need an abortion after all.

"Take me to the hospital..." I whispered.

Sherry glanced at my belly and raised an eyebrow. "She's just having her period with bad cramps. Let's give her some pain medication first."

Nick immediately went to his car to find medicine, but suddenly, Sherry dropped to her knees. "Flora, if you won't forgive me, then I'll kneel here until you do! Ah! Ah! Alpha, my stomach… It hurts!" she cried out.

Nick, who had been searching for medicine for me, instantly turned back. He shoved me aside and scooped her up in his arms.

"Flora, if anything happens to Sherry's baby—to her stomach, I'll make you pay with your life!" he threatened.

"Don't worry about me," Sherry whimpered. "Flora has no other friends but me. Even if I die today, I'll keep kneeling until she forgives me."

Sherry became so emotional that she fainted in Nick's arms.

I had seen that look on Nick's face before—pure panic. It reminded me of when I was bleeding profusely after Sherry's knife attack, and he had shown the same concern. This time, he was frantically carrying Sherry to his car, running every red light on his way to the hospital.

As I collapsed, my world finally grew quiet, with only the blood trickling between my legs.

In the emergency room, the healer hesitated before reluctantly informing me that I had miscarried. Even after receiving the news, I did not scream or cry—I simply said, "Thank you."

I instinctively called Nick, but he rejected my call. As a nurse wheeled me to my room, I received a message from Francis saying he would pick me up in five days.

Suddenly, I felt at peace. Nick was right about one thing—we were still young, and our future was still being written. Hence, I decided that the ten years of gratitude, love, and hatred all would end in this moment.

During my two days in the hospital, Nick completely vanished from my life. Later, I saw his Instagram updates from Valentine's Day, showing him and Sherry riding the Ferris wheel together, participating in the "Kiss for One Minute at the Top" challenge.

When I got home, I gathered every wedding item I had personally picked out and gave them away to the household staff. I let them choose whatever they liked.

Then, I scrolled through the photos of Nick and me on my phone one last time, deleting them one by one. It was time to say goodbye to the past and begin my new life.

Once I was done, I opened the supplements the healer had prescribed—herbal extracts to help my body recover—and took one. Just then, Nick returned. He spotted the supplements and cheerfully put them back in their gift box, clumsily but carefully retying the ribbon.

"That's thoughtful of you for getting these supplements for Sherry. She really needs them right now to strengthen... her health," he said.

I did not bother correcting him. I knew it was not a supplement to strengthen her body, but rather to support her pregnancy.

Without hesitation, I snatched the box from his hands, grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut the ribbon apart. Then, I walked to the sink and dumped the entire bottle of pills down the drain.

Nick roared, "You heartless woman! You know Sherry almost miscarried—and you wouldn't even spare a single bottle of supplements for her?"

"That's right," I replied calmly.

Nick angrily threw the empty box into the trash can and called his Beta, demanding he buy new supplements and deliver them immediately. Suddenly, he noticed that many things in our house were missing, including our matching coasters on the kitchen counter.

He asked, "Flora, what happened to all those wedding items you bought for us?"

Seemingly remembering I was bleeding, he added, "Why are you so pale? Was your period really that bad this time?"

Looking at the concern in Nick's eyes, I calmly shook my head. He was just a stranger now, no longer entitled to be part of my life.

Seeing my denial, Nick visibly relaxed and spoke to me with rare gentleness. "Don't be upset about those harsh things I said before. I was just looking out for you."

"You mentioned needing a bridesmaid for the ceremony. I've decided to let Sherry be your bridesmaid," he offered.

"Fine," I replied.

Nick froze, confused as to why I would refuse to give Sherry supplements yet agree to have her as my bridesmaid. In truth, I was simply preparing for the day I would leave him at the altar.

He kissed my forehead and said, "Whatever upset you, just let it go. After we're done with the wedding, I'll take you on vacation. I'll spend every single day with you so you can get pregnant with our pup soon!"

"Sure," I replied.

He planted another firm kiss on my cheek. "You don't look well, so you should just rest at home. I'll take Sherry to pick out her bridesmaid dress and come right back to keep you company."

"Okay," I responded.

After he left to find Sherry, I vigorously scrubbed my face at the sink—his saliva was disgusting.