Mira went straight to the hospital.
She’d missed therapy sessions three times in the past couple of weeks but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
She had other important matters to attend to.
She went straight to that VIP therapy session, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was well past noon—the time she knew Adrian’s therapist would be on break.
She had studied his schedule, when she was still obsessed with her husband’s movements.
Now, it proved useful to her.
The hallway was deserted by this time—most staffs busy with their lunch break.
Mira didn’t encounter any obstacles—yet.
She went into the office, shutting the blinds and rummaging through files till she found Adrian’s, and found that pregnancy test result that had broken her heart once before.
Now staring at it, she felt nothing—the last thread of feelings broken the previous night.
She took pictures of the result—the last evidence finally in place.
Good.
As she exited the office, she came face to face with the one person she’d hoped to avoid.
“Luna?” Eleanor greeted stiffly.
“What brings you here?”
Shit.
“Doc.
Eleanor.” Mira smiled, forcing cheer to her voice.
“How good it is to see you.”
Eleanor wasn’t easily fooled.
Her eyes flicked to the close office door behind her.
Then to Mira’s hand and back to her face.
“You’re not scheduled today.”
“I know.” Mira’s tone remained light.
“I was hoping to speak with you.”
“In Dr.
Rowan’s office?”
Mira’s heart stuttered but her smile didn’t falter.
“Adrian asked me to drop a message.” Mira said, the lie sliding smoothly.
“Confidential.”
Eleanor’s eyes still held that suspicion, but she didn’t press it.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Her voice sharpened slightly.
Mira stepped forward just enough to block the view of the door.
“My marriage,” she said quietly.
“You’ve missed three sessions,” the doctor replied.
“That doesn’t suggest someone eager to repair it.”
Repair.
Mira almost smiled.
Last session had ended with her insisting that her marriage was fine.
But somehow, Eleanor felt there was something to “repair”.
Mira wondered just how much of her life was public knowledge.
“No,” she agreed softly.
“It doesn’t.”
Silence settled between them for a moment.
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed.
“You were inside Dr.
Rowan’s office.”
It wasn’t a question.
Mira held her gaze.
For one long second, she considered lying.
Then chose something more dangerous.
“Yes.”
The admission hung heavy in the sterile hallway.
Eleanor’s expression didn’t change—but something in her posture did.
“You understand,” she said slowly, “that medical records are confidential.”
“I do.”
“And yet.”
Mira tilted her head slightly.
“And yet sometimes the truth is buried in places it shouldn’t be.”
Eleanor studied her for a long moment.
“You won’t find healing in revenge, Luna.”
Mira’s smile thinned.
“I’m not looking for healing anymore.”
Eleanor’s eyes darkened.
“Excuse me.” Mira nodded at her, then walked away, leaving the hospital with the final evidence she needed.
Eleanor watched her retreating back, torn between her loyalty to the Luna, and her devotion to her job.
In the end, emotions blinded judgment.
“Be careful Luna.” Eleanor whispered, going back to her office and pretending the exchange never happened.
***
Mira went straight the manor.
It was afternoon, Adrian should be at the pack house working, Ivy should be around him doing whatever.
The house was empty as expected.
Good.
No more hidden watching.
The next move would be made in the open.
It was almost evening when she finished, going to the kitchen for a quick snack.
Her breathing was ragged, her body exhausted from the physical labour.
The sound of the front door opening and shutting echoed through the house.,
Mira froze, cursing under her breath.
The soft footsteps told her exactly who it was.
Ivy came into view, a sly smile on her face, contempt hidden in her gaze.
“Mira.” She greeted, her smile widening.
“How nice of you to visit.”
Mira narrowed her eyes at the woman, but continued with her apple.
Ivy sighed exaggeratedly.
“I suppose it’s understandable that you’re upset.” She started, craning her neck slightly.
The red—visible bruise sat on the crook of her neck, drawing attention.
A hickey.
Mira stared at her with a blank expression.
The kitchen went silent.
Ivy expected her to lash out, to fight tears, to run away.
Instead, Mira broke into laughter.
It wasn’t the usual cold, humorless one she always got.
No.
It was genuine.
She held her stomach, trying to contain her amusement.
“Oh Ivy,” Mira said between chuckles, wiping at her eyes.
“You’re so funny.”
Ivy’s eyes grew colder, her face twisting in a sneer.
“What’s funny?” She hissed, her slender body trembling in rage.
This only seemed to amuse Mira more.
“Oh you’ll see.” She stood from her stool, trashing the finished apple.
“You’ll find out soon.”
With that, Mira walked away, leaving Ivy rooted in her spot her slender body still trembling.
“Damn you.” She gritted out, clenching her fist.
“Damn you Mira.”