Allison's POV
Tonight's gala had dragged on for nearly two hours, and I noticed Lucian hadn't touched a single drop of alcohol.
I knew exactly why. His stomach condition must be acting up again.
During these days of fighting over our divorce, I hadn't prepared his herbal medicine—the special brew I'd made without fail every day until now. The precise blend of herbs, the exact brewing time, the specific proportions—only I knew the formula that eased his pain.
*Let him suffer,* whispered a vindictive part of me, Jasmine growling in agreement beneath my skin.
But then I thought of Alpha Victor's kindness toward me, and how Lucian had paid my mother's medical bills for all these years. Despite everything, I couldn't be that cruel.
I took out my phone and meticulously typed
