Chapter 6 William, You Are Disgusting

• He clutched Ann’s arm, vomiting violently, shaking.
• Tina slapped the table. “What’s going on?”
• William grabbed Rocco’s hand—
• A field of red hives bloomed across the back of it.
• “Rocco is allergic to wasabi!” Ann panicked. “But we didn’t put any wasabi in the food today!”
• I lifted Rocco’s shirt and glanced at his belly—
• It was a severe allergic reaction.
• William picked up the dipping sauce and smelled it. His face darkened instantly.
• “Who made this sauce?”
• The air froze.
• Every pair of eyes turned toward me.
• I slowly lowered the hand holding the dish.
• The next second, like he’d finally caught a handle, William shot to his feet, fury crushing the room.
• “Julie. You were trying to kill Rocco, weren’t you?”
• I looked up, my voice sharp as steel. “You think I would hurt a child?”
• “You’ve done it before.”
• His tone was cold and vicious.
• He leaned close, lowering his voice, but loud enough that every wolf at the table could hear.
• “You look like this now—filthy and worthless. Instead of staying in my house and embarrassing me, you might as well go to the front lines and ‘comfort’ the warriors like a prostitute. At least they won’t mind you.”
• The entire dining room went dead silent.
• In this world, being called a “frontline prostitute” was more humiliating than being called a “bitch”.
• That was the path only the lowest Omegas were forced to walk.
• Saying it was him ripping my status apart in public.
• My vision went black in waves. The wolf inside my chest slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.
• I could almost feel sharp claws pressing the skin at my fingertips.
• Slowly, I lifted my head and stared at him.
• “William, you’re disgusting.”
• Every word came out through clenched restraint.
• “If you really want to watch someone comfort warriors…”
• I smiled. “Why don’t you go yourself?”
• His face flushed bright red with rage—never had he been treated this way by me.
• Tina slapped the table, shocked. “Both of you, stop—”
• But it was too late.
• I already knew that this family, these people, there wasn’t a single thing worth staying for anymore.
• I had only one thought left:
• Divorce. As fast as possible.
• No wonder she insisted I go to the kitchen just now.
• So that was it that they’d planned it early, and this was where they’d been waiting for me.
• The air was laced with the faint metallic tang of wolf blood, the scent that rose when tension, suspicion, and malice twisted together. I could hear everyone’s heartbeats, especially Ann’s, the tiny, almost inaudible inhale of smug satisfaction.
• Seeing the scene freeze, Tina spoke in a low voice, carrying the pressure of an elder Luna. “Call the family doctor first.”
• “Yes.”
• The butler immediately stepped out to make the call.
• In the heavy silence, William walked up to me. His face was dark as storm clouds. His wolf pressure made the air tremble. He reached out and grabbed my arm, the force so strong it felt like he meant to crush bone.
• “Is what Ann said true?”
• His voice was cold enough to freeze the entire room.
• “You put wasabi in the dipping sauce yourself?”
• I answered on reflex, the words flying out. “I didn’t.”
• But Rocco spoke up beside us, cold and flat. “Mom, Aunt Ann has always been good to me. She’s never hurt me. But you… you hurt her before. Why are you doing this to me now?”
• The word “mom” came out of his mouth, but it sounded stranger than a stranger.
• My fingertips turned to ice. The wolf in my chest went wild, like it wanted to rip open my ribs.
• “I said I didn’t.”
• Through clenched teeth, I said it again.
• But no one wanted to listen.
• One was the resource-blessed film star Ann.
• The other was the prisoner Julie, who was once locked up in the Moon Fang Keep and full of stains.
• Just the identity was enough to sentence me to death.
• William sneered, "You were imprisoned for three years, and you are still so vicious? Even using your own child?"
• Ann’s eyes reddened. She spoke softly. “William, don’t blame her… maybe Julie just hasn’t walked out of the shadows of the past yet. I don’t blame her.”
• That “I don’t blame her” was sharper than any accusation.
• Rocco cried until he shook. “Mom, I’m so disappointed at you…”
• My throat felt like a claw was squeezing it shut. It hurt too much to speak.