She's Dead
1049 Words
They stopped in front of a table and Dr Bennett gently pulled back the sheet to reveal the body on the table.
"The body is a female, approximately in her mid-20s, she sustained severe burns and injuries with a high impact from the accident." Dr Bennett gently explained.
Damian locked his eyes on the body, and his breath hitched. The face of the body was distorted, the skin charred and burned. Despite this, there were strands of blonde hair on her head. The body physique was just like Ivy's. And the ears...the ears were familiar.
"There's a piercing on her neck that looks like a bitten mark," Dr Bennett continued, but the rest of his words drowned in Damian's ears. Everything faded into the background.
'This couldn't be Ivy, right?' Damian thought. 'Though the hair might be blonde and this person had a bite mark on her neck, it could be someone else who happened to match Ivy's descriptions, right?' Damian asked his inner wolf, but his wolf was completely silent.
The answers mocked him in the face, but he refused to admit that the woman lying in the morgue was Ivy.
"Sir, I need to confirm. Is this the person you've been looking for? Ivy Blackwood?" Dr Bennett asked softly, but Damian's eyes remained fixed on the body, frozen. Unable to say the words, and confirm that Ivy was indeed gone. Damian felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find his voice.
Dr Bennett's expression was sympathetic, but his tone remained professional. "Mr Damian, I need you to please confirm the identity. Is this Ivy Blackwood?" Dr Bennett asked again.
Damian didn't nod or respond. He couldn't respond. He just stood there, staring at the body like it was a nightmare, one he couldn't wake up from.
"Sir?" Dr Bennett addressed him.
Damian couldn't accept the cruel reality that Ivy is dead, so without saying a word, he turned around and walked away, leaving the doctor speechless.
Damian stumbled out of the morgue. He felt numb and disappointed, as if he were watching news of his own life. He couldn't bring himself to confirm that what he knew in his heart to be the truth. Saying the words, "Yes, that's Ivy," felt like an irrevocable act.
'What will I do now? What if the news got out that it was my cruelty that pushed Ivy to that accident? What would the world think of me? I would no longer be seen as a respectable billionaire among the humans. What if the news affects my company?' These thoughts went through Damian's mind as he slipped into his car, then slammed the door behind him, and then leaned back in the seat.
'I will have to caution all my pack members not to let the news of what happened on the night of the accident go outside the pack. I will explain to the whole world that we were already divorced and she was no longer my wife before she got into the accident.' Damian kept speculating.
He nodded to himself as he concluded in his mind that, that's what he's gonna do. He has money, he has power, and connections to bring down any news that would tarnish his image.
A small part of him feels guilty for what has happened to Ivy, but he knows he has to overcome that guilt. He had put himself and his image first, he has to make sure the news of Ivy's death doesn't affect his company.
Their final argument, the last and forever one that they would never get to resolve, replayed in his mind like a haunting movie.
Damian knew that if he had stopped Ivy from leaving, she would have still been alive right now. If he hadn't gotten Clara pregnant, or if he had kept his situation with Clara a secret and let Ivy enjoy their one-year anniversary, maybe Ivy would have still been alive. She wouldn't have ran out in anger, and driven to the highway while being blinded by rage.
He massaged his temple, with one hand gripping his steering wheel as if it was the only thing holding him together from breaking down. Yes, he knew he needed an heir and it was best for Ivy to leave. But death, death was the last thing he wished and wanted for her. He slammed his fist against the dashboard, forcing himself not to scream out in rage against the unfairness of it all.
But a grunt escaped his lips, a primal sound that betrayed his fragile control. His wolf was angry, very angry.
Damian remained there for hours, drowning alone in his own grief.
Finally, he stirred and pulled out his phone to his assistant, Beta Raymond.
"Hello, Alpha..."
"Call the morgue, I've confirmed the body..." Damian whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Tell them it's Ivy."
"What? Does that mean she's really dead?" Raymond asked from the other end of the call.
Damian didn't reply for a short while, he just couldn't bring himself to truly say out loud that Ivy is dead. After a few seconds, he finally breathed out and said, "Yes, she's dead."
"Well... Maybe it's better if she's dead," Raymond sighed. "But we have to act fast so the news of her death doesn't affect the company and us. You need to hold a press conference where you would explain that she was no longer your wife before she died."
"Yes, I would do just that. I just need time to process all this. I still can't believe that Ivy is really dead. She was a good wife to me regardless." Damian said and then let out a sigh.
"Everything happened for a good cause. And we don't have time, you have to make the news now and let the whole world know you're getting married again soon. You're about to have an heir, the pack is expecting a future alpha, that's all that matters," Raymond explained to him. "I'm going to call the morgue now and let them know the dead victim is Ivy."
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