72. Giving up on Lauren


    Darren


    I’m still standing frozen when Lauren and Sebastian make their way to the exit.


    The hundreds of eyes that were once judging Lauren were now turned to us. Each one of them looking


    at Miranda and I in disgust.


    How quickly the tables have turned. Now we were in the same spot that Lauren was in a few minutes


    ago.


    I turn to look at my aplice. I see tears running down her face. Sebastian might have exposed my


    stupidity and wrong doing but he hadpletely demolished Miranda.


    I didn’t even know three quarter of the things he’d revealed about her. Sure I knew she was a socialite


    but I didn’t know she used her body to climb to the top. Nor that she was involved in illegal shit.


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    “What the hell are you still doing here? Get out!” An angry voice shouts.


    At first I thought it was directed at both of us. Then I realize the demand was for Miranda.


    I turn to look at the owner of the voice. It’s the woman Miranda had introduced to me as the party’s


    hostess. She was probably in her sixties but the Botox and stic surgeries took a couple of years


    from her original age


    “Please Margaret. Let me exin” Miranda begs.


    This is the first time I’ve seen her begging for anything. I could understand why though.


    Miranda was all about looks and wealth. Rubbing elbows with the high and mighty. So to have all that


    ruined is like being sentenced to death.


    “Let you exin what exactly?” Margret fumes. “The fact that you were fucking my husband while


    pretending to be my friend? I trusted you. Saw you as more than my daughter not knowing you were


    stabbing me in the back”


    “Honey pleasee down” A man, probably her husband says.


    He looks ufortable. With every eye in the room daggering him. Looking around I realize it’s not


    just him. Dozens of men were acting the same while it seemed their wives fumed. I know how they


    fucking feel.


    Didn’t I lose the perfect wife because of the bitch standing next to me? Didn’t I fall in the same trap she


    set up for them?


    “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down and don''t touch me you sick bastard” She yells. “I can’t believe you


    slept with her. Not only was she my friend but she''s old enough to be your daughter!”


    He looks down in shame and shoves his trembling hand into the pockets of his cks. I truly felt it for


    him. It was now hitting him what he had done. That there was a possibility he would lose his wife.


    “It wasn’t like Margret. I swear” Miranda cries.


    For the first time I saw genuine tears from her. Margaret’s opinion of her must have really meant a


    great deal to her. Too bad she screwed it up just like she does everything.


    I don’t know why I never saw how fucking poisonous Miranda was. How could I have been so blind?


    Seeing the way Sebastian defended Lauren opened my eyes to how stupid I was. I never stood up for


    her when some of my pack caused her trouble or disrespected her. I was a shitty mate throughout. No


    wonder she doesn’t want toe back to me.


    Now she has another man’s mark. The one thing I refused to give her.


    The adoration in her eyes as she looked at my nemesis gutted me. Destroyed me from the inside out. I


    had her love once. She would look at me with the same adoration. I used to hate that, thought it was


    creepy. Now that I have lost it though, I want it back. I crave having her look at me like I was her hero.


    The echo of a p brings me back to the present. I see Miranda clutching her cheeks.


    “Don’t you dare insult my intelligence” Margret said. Looking at her with pure hate. “Everyone knows


    Ashford, he’s respectable. If he’s the one that exposed you then everything is one hundred percent


    true”


    “Is that thing you’re carrying my husband’s?” Margaret asks, pointing at her baby bump.


    I see the shock on Margret’s husband. I guess it never crossed his mind that the baby could be his.


    Maybe it was because she was in shock but her answer makes the women gasp.


    “I don’t know who the father is” she replies in an almost childlike voice. The fightpletely leaving


    her.


    She dug her fucking grave when she revealed that little piece of information. I can only imagine what


    the rest were thinking. How disgraceful it was not to know who your baby daddy is.


    “Just leave Miranda, and nevere back. You messed with the wrong person and you’re going to pay


    dearly. Now leave before I call security” she finishes before turning to her husband.


    “As for you, I’m giving you an hour to have your things packed. When I came back home, I don’t want


    to find you there. You can follow your bitch to wherever it is she’s going”


    “Please honey, I’m sorry. It only happened once. You know I love you” the man pleaded.


    Margaret regards him with nothing but hate.


    “A mistake is forgetting to schedule a meeting. Not sleeping with a woman your wife regards as a


    daughter”


    Without looking at either of them, Margaret turns and leaves with her head held up high even though


    deep down I know she’s hurting. Going through the same pain I had inflicted on Lauren.


    I turn around to also leave. Not wanting to stay here another moment more. It was just hitting me how


    many marriages and matings Miranda has ruined. I knew some of the men she slept with and a few of


    them were werewolves.


    She should have been a fucking siren if truly they existed. Because her ability to lure men was


    unnatural.


    “Darren” her small voice calls from behind me.


    I didn’t even realize that she had followed me.


    “What do you want Miranda? You’ve already ruined everything!” I growl at her.


    I was so done with her. With her ns that failed each and every fucking time.


    “But I did it for us. We both wanted to ruin their rtionship. This was supposed to work. Sebastian was


    supposed to hate Lauren” she defends herself weakly.


    Gone was the confident woman I am used to. The one who is always sure of herself. The one that


    believes the world should fall at her feet.


    “When I gave you those pictures you told me you would send them directly to Sebastian. Instead you


    stered them all over the inte” I seethed.


    I regret giving her those pics when she asked me if I had any nudes of Lauren. She told me she would


    photo shop them then send them to that bastard. Imagine my fucking shock when I realized that she


    put them up on the inte instead.


    “I wanted everyone to hate her” she whispered. “For them to see the type of woman she is”


    “Really? How did that turn out for you, huh? Just like always you’ve ruined everything. I shouldn’t have


    trusted you in first ce”


    I was angry and frustrated. If it wasn’t for the fact she was pregnant I would have throttled her.


    “Did you get everything?”


    The Voice makes Miranda and I turn. We were so wrapped up in our talk that we didn’t realize there


    were still reporters around. We’re wolves for fucks sake, how the hell did we not hear them?


    “Yes” another one replies.


    I see Miranda’s face pale. Before we can do anything they jump in their van and speed away.


    Fucking hell! They just recorded our whole conversation. A conversation where we basically confessed


    that we were behind the whole thing.


    As if I didn''t have enough to worry with my unfaithfulness towards Lauren revealed. Now everyone was


    about to learn just how far I went while trying to sabotage Sebastian and Lauren''s rtionship.


    Maybe it was time to jump ship and give up on Lauren, because at this point I doubt she''ll ever forgive


    me.