Ivy paced her room, her heart pounding, tears in her eyes.
How dare she?
How dare Mira speak to her that way.
She resisted the urge to scream, to haul something at the wall.
She needed to do something.
She needed to remind herself who was in charge, who really had the Alpha’s heart.
With that determination, she existed her room, boldly stepping into the master’s bedroom.
Mira yawned, stretching out her body.
For the first time that night, her shoulders sagged in defeat.
Maybe Ivy wasn’t as stupid as she’d thought.
Maybe there would be no concrete evidence after all.
She shoved her chair back; the wheels screeched against marble.
She started to stand—
Then a movement caught her attention.
Her head snapped back to the laptop in front of her, her heart pounding.
“What the…” she whispered under her breath, leaning in.
On the screen, Ivy was once again in her lingerie.
Mira clenched her fist, biting back the anger that threatened to take over.
‘Now’s not the time.’ She chastised her wolf.
Adrian walked into the frame, his jacket off, the first few buttons of his shirt undone.
Mira’s breath hitched.
She convinced herself she’d completely disassociated.
Convinced herself she was over him but the moment Adrian stepped closer and took Ivy in his arms, her heart clenched painfully.
Her wolf howled.
It was one thing knowing her mate was cheating, but it was another entirely different thing witnessing it.
For a split second, she forgot how to inhale, something sharp twisting in her guts.
She ground her teeth, pulling through the heartache.
She’d waited too long for this, worked too hard to let pain take this opportunity away from her.
She picked up her phone and pressed the record button, making sure to capture them when they were still fully clothed.
The moment Adrian ripped off the lingerie from Ivy’s body, Mira shut the laptop.
She leaned back in her chair, staring at the now blank screen.
And he was sick enough to do it while she was in Mira’s clothes.
Mira’s screen lit up, her best friend’s name flashing.
“Jenny.” Mira breathed into the phone.
“I know it’s barely been 24 hours but I miss—”Jenny paused, as if sensing something.
“Mira?”
Mira swallowed.
“Hey.”
There was a short silence on the other end.
“The plan worked?” It was more of a confirmation than a question.
“He fucked her.”
Mira leaned back in her chair, staring at the dark laptop screen as if it might flicker back to life.
“Yes.
She didn’t even have to seduce him.
He wanted her the moment he stepped in.” She whispered.
“I got the footage.”
Jenny inhaled sharply.
“Fuck.
I’m happy you got what you needed but—”
“It still hurts.” Mira swallowed.
“It shouldn’t hurt anymore Jenny.”
A curse hissed through the speaker.
Mira squeezed her eyes shut.
She hadn’t realized how tightly she’d been holding herself together until now.
The second someone else knew, the pressure shifted.
“Did he kiss her?” her friend asked.
Mira’s wolf stirred violently at the memory.
Adrian’s hands on Ivy’s waist.
The way he’d pulled her close.
“Yes.” Her breathing grew uneven despite her efforts to steady it.
“Mira.”
“I recorded it,” she cut in quickly.
“Before it got too far.
Their faces are clear.
The time stamp is visible.
It’s in our room, our bed.”
“In your room?” Her friend’s voice turned lethal.
“He brought her into your space?”
“Yes.
He took her on our bed.”
Mira said nothing, not trusting herself to speak without breaking down.
“You still love him,” her friend said suddenly.
The accusation hit harder than expected.
Mira snapped her eyes open.
“No, I don’t.” She frowned.
“Your wolf does.”
Mira’s throat tightened.
“That bond is biological,” Jenny continued.
“It doesn’t disappear because he’s trash.”
“It should,” Mira snapped before she could stop herself.
Mira covered her eyes with her hand.
“I planned this,” she whispered.
“But why does it feel like I’m the one being betrayed?”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” Jenny replied.
“He’s your mate.
You married him.
You built a life with him.
You don’t just switch that off.”
“I just want it all to end.” Mira whispered.
“It will.
As long as we go according to plan.”
Mira nodded, forgetting Jenny couldn’t see her.
She sucked in a deep breath, then straightened her back, turning her laptop back on.
“I already compiled the old evidence.
This will make it stronger.”
“Already back in revenge Ex mate mode?” Jenny cheered.
“That’s my girl.”
The words warmed Mira’s heart, grounding her and reminding her who she was.
She added the new video evidence, clicking save and finalizing the end of her marriage.
Jenny kept talking—something about work, about traffic, about anything normal—but the words barely registered.
Mira stared at the file name on her screen.
Evidence_Final.
Twenty years reduced to a folder.
“Just wait and see Adrian.” Mira whispered.
“I’ll be rid of you soon.”