So Willow had been reborn too.
No wonder, in our previous lives, she and Ryan had no connection on the surface, yet in this life, they were openly engaging in the kinds of intimate actions only couples would dare to. It seemed they had already confirmed their shared rebirth and were determined to use this opportunity to rekindle the unfinished bond from their past lives.
Lowering my gaze, I thought of the memories from my past life.
Back then, I had married Ryan with a heart full of joy, naively believing I had found my happiness.
Because of our union, Ryan’s pack, Silver Claws, had attracted countless allies from outside packs, forging powerful alliances. I had stayed by Ryan’s side, assisting him in securing numerous business deals. Under our efforts, Silver Claws quickly rose to become the wealthiest wolf clan.
The elders of Silver Claws had praised me as a blessing to their family, treating me with exceptional care. Yet, I remained blissfully unaware of the truths lurking in the shadows.
It wasn’t until much later that I discovered the unspeakable secret between Ryan and Willow.
This time, I wouldn’t make the same mistake.
That day, my mother came to my room to inform me that Lucas Trivett would return from abroad in seven days.
The news caught me off guard. In my previous life, Lucas, Ryan’s uncle, had remained a lifelong bachelor. I had assumed he would make the same choice in this life.
But here we were, our marriage progressing smoothly.
I only remembered Lucas as a dependable older brother figure. Despite his age, he exuded a calm presence that always put me at ease. Marrying him would provide me with a sense of belonging that no one else could.
The next morning, I headed to my dessert studio bright and early to begin taste-testing and designing the flavors and style of my wedding cake.
Since college, I had been working on turning my dream of owning a dessert studio into a reality. In my past life, Ryan had always been dismissive of my desserts, going as far as to say my aspirations were “unworthy of the future wife of a wolf pack leader”. To appease him, I had abandoned my passion—even buying a generic wedding cake instead of crafting one myself.
This time, I was determined to design the perfect wedding cake, one that truly reflected my vision.
A few days later, I sent a fresh batch of honey cakes shaped like crescent moons to the kitchen’s cold storage. Shortly after, I inadvertently stumbled across Willow’s social media post.
In the photo, she was sitting on one of the counters in my dessert studio, holding a plate of my Moon Goddess cakes. The cake was a mess—its shape distorted, its cream smudged carelessly.
Smiling brightly, she leaned against Ryan, her face radiating smugness.
The caption read, [Ryan rented out Alice’s dessert shop for me. The Moon Goddess cakes are so sweet! It’s such a blessing to be spoiled like this!]
Rage surged through me.
Those cakes were the culmination of days of meticulous effort, designed as the signature dessert for my wedding. Now, it had been desecrated and turned into a cheap prop for their flaunting.
I stormed into the dessert shop, only to find Willow smearing cream across her upper body. She pressed herself against Ryan in a scandalous display. Their intimacy was so brazen, it made my stomach churn.
