I started with the obvious passwords, dates that had meant everything to us, like our anniversary, my birthday, even his pack initiation date. Nothing. But then, with a stroke of grim inspiration, I typed in the date from Samantha’s ultrasound photo, the one I’d seen her proudly share on social media. The screen unlocked.
My pulse quickened as I opened his messaging app. Samantha’s profile picture, sitting at the top like a mocking reminder of the betrayal. I braced myself as I scrolled through the messages, each line a new wound. “Darling, I miss you,” she had written. Derrick replied, “Soon, my love. We’ll be together soon.” His words, so sickeningly sweet, were painfully familiar. They used to be mine. Now they were for Samantha—the rival she-wolf carrying his child.
I opened Derrick’s banking app, feeling my stomach churn. Countless transactions such as pregnancy supplements, skincare products, and luxurious gifts filled the screen. It was all shipped to her address. His email notifications confirmed it. Rage and heartbreak warred within me, but I focused, carefully taking screenshots of every piece of evidence. He wouldn’t take me for a fool.