After the maid handed Abby to me, she discreetly exited the room and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving us in privacy.

Abby, now in my arms, occasionally licked her lips in her sleep, seemingly ensconced in a pleasant dream.

Gazing at my daughter’s peaceful face, a wave of melancholy washed over me.

Today’s visit to the Thorn Edge Pack had been filled with hopeful anticipation.

Besides seeing my children, I had intended to discuss my past with Caleb and introduce him to Abby.

I had reminded myself to remain composed during our conversation, knowing that any emotional outburst could futilely consume our time together.

Yet, despite my intentions, the scene I encountered upon opening the door was shockingly inappropriate.

For a moment, I wondered if some divine force had arranged for me to witness this scene, unable to bear the ignorance I was kept in.

Anger and pain wracked my heart.

Faced with my husband’s betrayal, staying rational was impossible, let alone continuing a calm discussion about the past with Caleb.

Bringing up Abby in this situation was out of the question.

I had lost my memories, not my senses.

Discussing such matters then would have been utterly humiliating.

Moreover, Caleb’s actions suggested he hadn’t anticipated another child, or he wouldn’t have disregarded moral standards so blatantly.

The more I dwelled on it, the deeper my sorrow grew.

My heart felt as if it were being pierced, overwhelmed by a profound sense of injustice and agony.

Why?

Why did he do this to me?

Suddenly, as if sensing my turmoil, Abby’s big eyes fluttered open.

Seeing me, she broke into a radiant smile, so bright it seemed to outshine the sun.

Then, Abby cooed and reached out her tiny hand to touch my face, offering comfort.

This gesture only intensified my sadness.

“Abby!” I embraced my daughter tightly and whispered an apology.

“I’m sorry.

I can’t provide you with a complete family.

Your dad betrayed us, and I can’t forgive him.

It looks like it’ll just be the two of us from now on.

Hearing my words, Ivy sighed deeply.

She tried to offer comfort.

“Honey, don’t overthink it.

I’ve lost my memories like you, but my gut tells me Caleb isn’t like that.

There must be some misunderstanding.

Trust me on this…”

“Enough!” I cut her off, my voice devoid of emotion.

“If Caleb really isn’t that type of person, then why would our mutual friend Zoe say otherwise? Zoe claimed he was a playboy before and had affairs with many women!”

Ivy fell silent, unable to respond.

After a lengthy pause, she finally spoke.

“What are your plans now? Are you really going to stay in the witch clan and not return to the Thorn Edge Pack?”

I remained silent, lost in thought.

Ivy pressed on, “Honey, please think this through.

No matter how welcoming this place is, it’s not our home.

Remember, Elena and Dylan are still in the Thorn Edge Pack.

They’re your children too.

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