My Ex Cheated With My Millions, So I Ruined His Pack

Nathan’s patent celebration was grand. I wore my plainest clothes, sitting in the darkest, most unremarkable corner of the Silvercrest Pack’s assembly hall. I wanted to surprise him. We had been married for seven years, and I had been his hidden treasury. To support his research on the "miracle antidote that could change the fate of all werewolves," I had given him every single penny of the 300 million dollars left by my late Bloodmoon Pack. But when the spotlight hit the stage, the host invited his family to step up. A woman in a couture gown, holding the hand of a five-year-old boy, walked onto the stage. Nathan’s eyes welled with tears as he kissed her forehead. "Thank you to my wife. Without her, there would be no Nathan today." I stared at the boy, and my blood ran ice-cold. The boy’s name was Julian Cross. That was the exact name we had chosen for the pup I miscarried years ago. The applause in the hall was deafening, making my ears ring. I stared at the smiles of the family of three on the high stage. Nathan wore the bespoke black suit I had custom-ordered for him. He looked tall, elegant, and gentle. He looked down at the woman beside him, his eyes overflowing with deep, endless affection. Her name was Vanessa Hart. The star-patterned gown she wore was a global limited-edition piece from a top luxury brand. Just last month, Nathan told me that the supply chain for a key raw ingredient was broken. He said he needed an emergency offshore purchase, and there was a funding gap of two million dollars. Without a second thought, I sold the last of my private jewelry collection overnight and wired him the cash. Now, that two million dollars was draped over Vanessa’s shoulders. "Nathan, we heard you named your son Julian. Is there any special meaning behind it?" the host asked with a smile, handing him the microphone. Nathan patted the boy’s head, his smile warm. "No special meaning. I just love the name." Another round of applause erupted. Sitting in the dark corner, I could hear my inner wolf howling in rage. She wanted to shift, to rush out, and rip their throats to pieces. *Not yet, sweetie,* I whispered to her. *We cannot expose ourselves now. Remember our enemies.* The only reason I was hiding here, pretending to be a common werewolf, was because my original pack had been destroyed by rivals. I had to conceal my identity and bide my time. The moment for revenge was close. I couldn’t ruin it now. *But that name was meant for our pup!* my wolf screamed. Yes, Julian Cross. Seven years ago, I was five months pregnant. We lived in a cramped, ordinary apartment in the Silvercrest Pack territory. To name our child, we spent an entire week flipping through dictionaries before choosing that name. He had said, "Scarlett, our baby will be named Julian." But we couldn’t save that baby. That day, I was bleeding out in the Silvercrest clinic. I called him over a dozen times, but there was no response. Afterward, he knelt by my bed, his eyes red. He slapped himself hard across the face, crying and claiming he was locked in a sealed lab running critical data tests and missed my calls. He said, "Babe, we'll keep the name Julian for our next baby." I believed him. I believed him for seven long years. I thought he was pouring his blood and sweat into the health of the entire werewolf race. I thought he was carrying the weight of our future. As it turned out, he was just draining my last drop of blood to give another woman a life of luxury. "I will make him pay," I swore. The ceremony ended, and the crowd began to disperse. I pulled up my hood, avoided the crowd, and walked down the familiar path to the side parlor of the Silvercrest hall. The renovation of this very hall was funded by an anonymous donation I made last month. The door to the side parlor was slightly ajar. I pushed it open. Vanessa was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, touching up her makeup. The boy, Julian, was on the sofa, throwing a rare collectible action figure against the cushions. Hearing the door, Vanessa glanced at me through the mirror, her brows furrowing. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt for my faded jeans and plain black T-shirt. She actually dared to look down on me. I took a deep breath to keep myself from leaping forward and snapping her neck. "I'm here for Nathan," I said, my voice raspy. Vanessa turned around, letting out a cold sneer. "Another leach trying to sniff out the formula? Or are you here to beg for a connection?" She stood up, smoothing down her star-patterned gown. She walked over to me, looking down her nose. "My husband is very busy, and I handle his schedule. If you have business, you can talk to me." I looked at her, my eyes locking onto the massive pink diamond on her ring finger. The diamond caught the overhead light, reflecting a blinding, sickening sparkle. "Your husband?" I slowly clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms."Of course," Vanessa said, raising an eyebrow with smug pride. "We've been married for five years, and our son is already this big. Why? Do you have an issue with that?" Married for five years. And Nathan and I had been married for seven. In these seven years, he had never Marked me. Every time I asked, he made excuses, saying we should wait until the formula succeeded. He never made our relationship public either, claiming my status as an ordinary werewolf would damage his authority. To protect his pride, I never dared to mention his name in public. Even my closest subordinates didn't know about my relationship with Nathan. I looked at Vanessa and suddenly laughed. I laughed so hard my tears almost came out. "What are you laughing at?" Vanessa snapped, her expression darkening as my laughter unnerved her. "I'm laughing at you," I said. "You’re acting like the lady of the house when you’re nothing but a thief." Vanessa’s face twisted in rage. She raised her hand to slap me. "Who do you think you are! How dare you speak to me like that!" I caught her wrist mid-air, locking it in a tight grip, and shoved her back. She was wearing high heels and stumbled back, nearly crashing to the floor. "Mommy!" The little boy dropped his toy, terrified, and ran to cling to Vanessa’s leg. Just then, the door to the side parlor was thrown open. "Vanessa, the car is ready. We..." Nathan’s words died in his throat. He looked at me standing in the middle of the room. The gentleness and warmth on his face vanished instantly, replaced by absolute, paralyzing terror. "Sca... Scarlett?" His voice was trembling. Looking at his pathetic, cowardly face, I felt a deep sense of shame for ever loving this man. Vanessa recovered her footing and immediately put on a pitiful, victimized expression, throwing herself into Nathan's arms. "Honey! This crazy woman came out of nowhere! She started insulting me and even put her hands on me!" Nathan stood stiff as a board. He looked at me, then at Vanessa, cold sweat visibly breaking out on his forehead. "Honey, call the guards to throw her out!" Vanessa whined, tugging at his sleeve. Nathan took a deep breath, forcing down his panic, and pushed Vanessa away. "Vanessa, take Julian and wait for me in the car." Vanessa was stunned. "Honey?" "Go!" Nathan’s voice cracked with a sudden, sharp authority. Startled by his tone, Vanessa shot me a suspicious look. Still, she gritted her teeth, picked up the boy, and walked out. The door slammed shut. Only Nathan and I were left in the quiet parlor. The silence was suffocating. Nathan looked at me, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The fear on his face quickly transitioned into a tired, helpless sigh. He stepped forward, reaching out to grab my hand. "Babe, why are you here? You should have told me you were coming." I took a step back, dodging his touch, and looked at him coldly. "If I hadn't come, how would I have known that you have a wife of five years and a son?" Nathan sighed, rubbing his temples, adopting his usual tone of patronizing patience, as if I were just being dramatic. "Scarlett, calm down and let me explain." "Her name is Vanessa, and she’s the daughter of the Stone Creek Pack’s Alpha. You know our formula testing is in its most expensive phase. The Stone Creek Pack agreed to fund us, but their condition was a political marriage." He looked into my eyes, sounding incredibly sincere. "To get the money, I had to play along. The child is adopted. It’s just to build a 'family-man' image so the Stone Creek Pack would trust me with their funds." Looking at his familiar face, I felt a wave of nausea.In the past, whenever he gave me this tired, devoted look, my heart would soften. I would believe he was sacrificing so much for his career, and I would give him my last cent. "Play along?" I sneered. "Does playing along require buying her a limited-edition star gown? Does it require a pink diamond ring? Does it require naming an adopted child after my dead baby?!" Nathan froze. But he quickly regained his composure. "Scarlett, those are just props provided by the Stone Creek Pack. I didn't buy them. As for the name... it’s just a coincidence. Vanessa insisted on it, and I had to compromise for the bigger picture." He stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders tightly. His eyes were so full of fake devotion they could have dripped oil. "Babe, you have to trust me. Everything I do is for our future. Once this formula passes final approval, I will easily inherit the Alpha position. When that day comes, I will announce to the entire werewolf community that you, Scarlett Vance, are my one and only Luna!" "Just give me a little more time, okay?" I stared at him, saying nothing. If I hadn't seen the genuine, deep satisfaction on his face when he kissed Vanessa on stage... If I hadn’t noticed the boy's facial features, which were a carbon copy of his... I might have actually believed him. Besides, it had been seven years, and he had never Marked me. Every time I brought it up, he made excuses about waiting for the formula. Now I finally understood. He never planned on making me his real wife. "Fine," I said, forcing a tight, mocking smile. Nathan let out a massive sigh of relief. "I knew my wife was the most understanding woman in the world." He reached out to hug me. I pushed him away. "I'm tired. I’m going home." Without waiting for his response, I turned, opened the door, and walked out without looking back. Behind me, Nathan didn’t follow. He probably thought I was just like before—easily pacified by a few sweet words. He didn’t know that the moment I turned my back, my tears had completely dried up. All that was left was a freezing coldness and a burning desire to drag him down to hell with me. When I got back to my apartment, it was already late at night. The place was empty and quiet. Because of my hidden identity, I chose not to live in the Silvercrest Packhouse, renting my own apartment instead. Nathan barely visited once a month anyway. I walked over to the cabinet, poured myself a shot of strong whiskey, and downed it. The burning liquid slid down my throat, but it couldn't warm my frozen heart. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of my trusted Beta, Jen. "Jen, run a background check on Vanessa Hart. Also, do a complete audit on every asset I’ve transferred to Nathan over the past seven years. I want to see where every single dollar went, down to the last cent." On the other end of the line, Jen paused before her sharp instincts kicked in. "Scarlett, are we finally making our move?" "No," I said, staring at the dark night outside. My voice was as cold as winter. "It's time for the slaughter." After hanging up, I opened my laptop and logged into my secure account. I began searching for "Vanessa Hart" across various social media platforms. A woman who loved to show off as much as she did was bound to leave a massive digital footprint. Sure enough, it didn't take long to find her public profiles. Her bio read: *Lifestyle influencer, wife of the Alpha’s son.* She had over a million followers. I clicked on her feed. It was filled with posts showcasing an insanely luxurious lifestyle.【*My husband’s gift for our fifth anniversary. This pink diamond took six months to arrive, but it was worth the wait.*】 The attached photo showed the exact pink diamond ring I saw in the side parlor. The post was from two weeks ago. That was the exact day Nathan told me that a critical lab accident had occurred and he needed three million dollars in hush money, or the entire project would be ruined. I had panicked and sold a chunk of my inheritance overnight to get him the cash. 【*Julian is five! Daddy booked an entire yacht to give our baby the most unforgettable birthday.*】 The photo showed Nathan holding the boy on a luxury yacht, beaming with joy. The post was from two months ago. That day was the anniversary of my miscarriage. I had spent the entire day alone, crying in the ruins of the Bloodmoon Pack’s old territory. Nathan had sent me a text on SnapChat saying he was locked in the lab and couldn’t leave. 【*Another day of being spoiled by Nathan. Just bought this gorgeous estate to use as our vacation home.*】 The photo showed a sprawling mansion on the edge of the Silvercrest Pack territory, easily worth fifty million dollars. The post was from a year ago. That day, Nathan had knelt in front of me, crying and claiming his funding was cut off and he wanted to end his life. I had quickly liquidated two of my most profitable properties at a low price to raise fifty million dollars for his "emergency." I scrolled through the photos one by one, reading the captions. Behind every single picture was my sleepless nights, my blood, my tears, and my sacrifices. I thought I was funding a noble dream. As it turned out, I was just feeding a pair of blood-sucking parasites. I took screenshots of everything and sent the files to Jen. Then, I walked into the bathroom, looking at the pale woman in the mirror with dark circles under her eyes from years of overwork. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto my face. *Scarlett Vance, you were so pathetic.* *But it’s fine.* *Starting now, I will take back everything that belongs to me, with interest.* For the next three days, I showed up at the Silvercrest Pack warehouse just like any other day. I remained the hardworking, tireless warehouse keeper. To avoid suspicion, I had volunteered for this low-profile job seven years ago, pretending to be an ordinary werewolf who just wanted a peaceful life. I organized and logged dozens of shipments, setting a new record for efficiency. My coworkers whispered in admiration, *“Scarlett is working too hard! She needs to take care of herself!”* I just smiled at them. "It's all for the Pack. I'm not tired." Only I knew that I was buying time. Because I knew that the upcoming battle was going to be brutal. On the night of the fourth day, Jen knocked on my door, carrying a thick folder of documents. "Scarlett, I found everything." Jen’s face was grim. She placed the folder on the table and pushed it toward me. "Nathan's so-called 'miracle formula' is a complete fraud." My hand holding the teacup froze. "What do you mean?" "The miracle antidote he claimed could cure a hundred different wolf venoms has never actually been tested. Out of the 300 million dollars you transferred to him over the years, eighty percent was laundered into his secret offshore accounts through fake purchasing contracts and outsourced research shell companies." Jen flipped to the first page. "The remaining twenty percent was used to maintain a fake research operation, and..." She paused, looking at me with hesitation. "And to fund Vanessa’s lavish lifestyle," I finished her sentence. "Yes," Jen nodded. "The estate, the yacht, the three luxury cars under Vanessa's name—every single one of them was bought using the 'research funds' you wired to Nathan." I stared at the transfer records coldly. Every transaction was a slap to my face.