Her Tears, Her Revenge

Chapter 4: Elara Is A Simple Person

Chapter 4: Elara Is A Simple Person

(Seraphina's POV)

I didn't know who got splashed, but then I heard an angry shout. "What are you, daring to splash red wine on me?"

I composed myself, cleared my throat, and said in a steady tone. "I am the False-Born you speak of, the truly blind one."

At my words, all eyes in the private room turned to me. They finally rested on my cane. An eerie silence fell over the room.

Everyone thought that since I went blind, I had to rely on the cane. But in reality, I just didn't use my senses enough. In the past, I didn't feel the need. Now, my wolf had revived and my dormant werewolf powers were awakening.

The man who had been splashed was dumbfounded. All his curses held back in his throat. Yes, I could clearly feel that.

Just then, Elara looked over and called out to Damien, who was leaning against her. "Damien, Sera is here, wake up."

I concentrated my mind, sensing that Damien opened his eyes. In a second, he straightened up from Elara's embrace, sobering up significantly.

Suddenly, Damien breathed a sigh of relief. He probably remembered that I couldn't see.

But actually, I could felt everything if I concentrated.

Damien leaned back against Elara, shifted his attention to me. "Sera, why are you here?"

"Elara called me to come here."

Damien stood up to take my hand, but I mercilessly pulled away. Damien was stunned.

In three years of being mates, I had never lost my temper with him. His face immediately darkened.

Those around them dared not breathe, all on tenterhooks. They were afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

It wasn't until Damien forcefully pulled me into his arms, lowering his voice. "Sera." His deep voice carried a hint of warning.

In the past, I might have endured it. But now, I refused.

I bit my lip, manipulating my tear glands, my misty eyes filled with grievance. "Damien, tell me the truth, do you no longer love me? Have you fallen for Elara?"

Damien was taken aback. I had spoken his true feelings.

What a pity. If I could see at that moment, I would have witnessed the most guilty man in history.

Damien vehemently denied. "Nonsense, there's nothing of the sort, how could I not love you?" He didn’t know that I could sense that he was looking at Elara.

His voice trailed off at the end.

I made my tears streaming down my face, capable of melting a heart of stone. I choked out, "Your friends said it. They said I don't deserve you, that I'm just a dead blind wolf, and that you and Elara are a match made in heaven."

Instantly, Damien's Inner Circle who had been speaking ill of me held their breath. They had called me The Blind Wolf, but when had they ever called me a "dead blind wolf"?

They quickly apologized. "We were drunk, just talking nonsense, please don't be angry."

"That's right, just consider it a fart, don't mind us."

"My Luna, you and Alpha Damien are truly a perfect match, we were just blind earlier."

Seeing that the apology was sufficient, I didn't want to push it too far. I took Damien's hand, lowered my head pitifully. He loved acting so much. Why could not I be an actor?

"Damien, I want to go home." I gently touched my belly.

The room was chaotic, and with me pregnant, it was indeed not suitable for me to stay long. Damien took my hand and started to walk out.

I let out a muffled groan, and he immediately stopped. "What's wrong?"

I softly whimpered. "I'm not familiar with the environment here, and I accidentally twisted my ankle on the way in."

Hearing this, Damien immediately picked me up. "Where did you twist your ankle? I'll have someone tear that place down tomorrow."

I buried my head in his arms, feigning shyness and remaining silent. Seeing this, Damien's mood significantly improved. I felt this through our disgusting mate bond.

Damien’s Inner Circle changed dramatically, praising our true love and complimenting my beauty. However, in such an ironic scene, I keenly felt a hint of malice. My wolf Ava told me that this malice came from Elara.

Outside The Gilded Branch, Damien carefully carried me into the car. The outside temperature was low, and only inside the car did I feel the warmth.

I sat upright, my gaze unfocused, staring at a spot. I felt the car slowly start, accompanied by Damien's body heat.

Damien leaned over, close to my ear. "It's so late, why did you come?"

My gaze remained unchanged. "Elara called me and said you were drunk and asked me to pick you up. Concerned, I didn't think much at the time and just came. Thinking about it now..."

I stopped mid-sentence.

Damien scrutinized me. "Thinking what?"

I smiled faintly and shook my head. "Nothing, maybe I was just overthinking."

I could feel Damien's gaze on me. Finally, Damien pulled me into his arms. "Elara suffered a lot when she was young, but she's a simple person, with no ill intentions."

Hahahaha, I just wanted to laugh loudly.

He loved Elara so much that he would distort the truth.

How could stealing my fiancé not be bad? How could orchestrating that car accident not be bad? How could taking my ocular healing power not be bad?

Just because I was switched as a baby, in everyone's eyes, I, the fake daughter of Beta, became the unforgivable sinner. Everyone could trample on me, even the servants of Family Vance were tacitly allowed to beat and scold me.

Being bullied, humiliated, and framed by Elara was commonplace. Recalling those memories, I felt a chill down my spine.

Yet, even so, I had never thought of opposing Elara. Even when Elara stole my fiancé, I had never truly resented Elara.

It wasn't until I overheard Damien and Dr. Alistair Finch's conversation outside the hospital room that my heart completely sank.

Upon arriving at Thornecrest Manor, I got out of the car. It was midnight, and after all the commotion, I was truly exhausted.

After washing up, I lay down, and soon after, Damien also lay down. As his fingers touched my waist, Damien's phone on the bedside table rang.

Damien picked it up, immediately turned over and got out of bed. "Sera, I need to take a call."

I calmly said, "Okay."

After Damien left, I lifted the covers and followed him out. I stood outside the study, hearing a familiar voice from within.

"Ellie, you're drunk, didn't Marcus go to pick you up?"

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."

In the darkness, I slipped into the bathroom. Damien returned from the study, just as he saw me open the bathroom door.

Damien, feeling guilty. "Sera, you're still awake?"

I was intimately familiar with every part of the manor I had lived in for three years. I didn't need a cane to move around the villa.

I replied, "Just got a drink of water and went to the bathroom."

Damien was relieved. He walked over and lightly kissed my forehead. "You should rest early. Something urgent came up at the pack, and I need to handle it personally."

A very familiar excuse, wasn't it? For the past three years, whenever Damien was called away in the middle of the night, even during intimate moments, he would rationally disengage.

I had never doubted it, truly believing it was urgent pack business. Now, it seemed that every "urgent matter" was Elara.

Damien put on his clothes, and in his haste, he left the bedroom without properly adjusting his collar. He truly cared for Elara, so a single phone call from her was enough for him to rush over without delay.

Suddenly, I felt an uncharacteristic impulse to give him another try. I chased him out of the bedroom and grabbed his hand. "Damien, can you not go?"