Chapter 141: The Old Swing
If someone had told Lethia the sun now rose from the west, she might’ve just believed it—no questions asked.
Too many strange things had happened over the past month, things so surreal she’d started questioning if any of it was real. But this? This particular truth struck her like a punch to the gut.
"You must be kidding me," Lethia said, blinking rapidly, her mouth slightly agape.
"I wish it were a joke too, Luna. Do you remember the day we met at the hospital?"
"When Lana got discharged with a broken leg?" Of course she remembered. That very historical day, when she discovered she’d been possessed.
Terressa nodded. "That same day, they found out about the pregnancy. And like usual, they ran the genetic test. Ever since then, there’s been no peace in the main house."
Lethia frowned, then scoffed in disgust, the realization slapping her hard; while she was at her lowest, grieving her father and going through the early stages of her pregnancy, Varrel and Lana were busy screwing around, since he thought that baby was his.
"Is that what made Lana lose her mind?"
Terressa shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "It’s not that simple. Lana’s been on anxiety medication ever since her family went bankrupt three years ago. She had to stop after getting pregnant, and... well, Alpha Varrel’s treatment toward her just made it worse. She has gone mad and couldn’t handle the rejection. She kept insisting the pup was his."
Lethia let out a bitter chuckle. "So what, you’re saying she was cheating? After all that effort pretending to be noble, letting her fated mate marry me just so she could ruin me? And now I’m supposed to believe she caused her own downfall?"
Terressa shrugged her shoulders and crossed her legs. "Alpha Varrel found proof that Lana had been intimate with other men several times, so..."