The Vegetable Luna's Second Chance

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Betrayal

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Betrayal

(Seraphina's POV)

The black Bentley rolled to a stop in front of a sprawling villa. Aiden lifted me from the car and placed me gently in the wheelchair before pushing me forward.

Through my dark sunglasses, I studied the house that had once been our mating villa.

This was the home we had bought together the year he marked me.

"Sera, we're home," Aiden whispered, leaning down to speak softly in my ear. "Can you smell them? The moonlight flowers you planted for me years ago. I've been taking care of them every day since you fell into deep sleep."

I stared blankly at the front garden, where thousands of red moonlight flowers bloomed in perfect rows.

Each one had been planted by my own hands because Aiden had mentioned once that moonlight flowers were his favorite.

Back then, my world revolved around him completely.

If he liked something, I would move heaven and earth to give it to him. I had never even questioned why he loved them so much.

But later, my love became their weapon to hurt me.

During my coma, Evelyn had visited me regularly with a bouquet of red blooms, the same ones I’d planted for Aiden.

She would lean close to my ear and whisper with cruel satisfaction, "Seraphina, you don't know this yet, do you? Moonlight flowers are my favorite flowers. Thank you for working so hard to plant so many in the garden. Every time I saw them swaying in the winds through the window when Aiden buried deep inside me, I felt so happy."

A surge of hatred and disgust rose in my chest. Those flowers weren't for him at all. They were for her. Even five years ago, he had been planning this betrayal.

When Aiden wheeled me up to the front door, I instinctively reached out my hand for the fingerprint lock. But Aiden caught my wrist, his palm slightly dampened with nervousness.

"Let me handle it, love," he said quickly.

I immediately understood something. He must have erased my fingerprints from the system. I had been locked out of my own home.

Before he could act, the door swung open from the inside.

Evelyn stood there as if she were the true mistress of the house, her smile bright and welcoming.

The sight confirmed my worst fears.

For five years, Evelyn had been living in this house, sleeping in my bed with my mate, and raising my children as her own.

When Evelyn saw me, her enthusiastic smile froze on her face like ice cracking. I seized the moment to feign confusion.

"What's wrong, Aiden? Why aren't we going inside?"

Through the reflection in the window, I watched Aiden signal for Evelyn to stay quiet. Understanding dawned on her face immediately - I was "blind."

I stared through my sunglasses at Evelyn's hand that was resting on the doorframe, then turned to Aiden with an innocent smile.

"Darling, I'd like a glass of water."

"Of course," Aiden agreed immediately, turning away to fetch it.

I smirked. Time to get some interest from this b***h.

The moment his back was turned, I slammed the door shut with all my strength.

Evelyn's hand was caught in the jamb, but she pressed her other hand tightly over her mouth to muffle her scream of pain.

I fought back a smile and immediately put on a performance of helpless terror.

"Aiden! I think I hit something!" I called out in panic.

Aiden glanced at Evelyn, then walked over to me with practiced calm. "It's nothing, sweetheart. Just one of the children's toy balls. You can't see, so next time let me handle the doors."

His tone sounded gentle and caring, but I could see clearly the flash of irritation and impatience in his eyes.

"Where are Caspian and Elara?" I asked urgently. "I miss our pups so badly."

Aiden started to say they were sleeping, but the sound of small footsteps and excited whispers echoed from upstairs - two small figures appeared at the top of the stairs.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

I slowly turned toward their direction, tears nearly spilling from my eyes despite my efforts to stay composed.

But I still pretended not to see them, with a puzzled look on my face, I acted as if I’d just realized something and asked excitedly. "Who is there? Is that Elara and Caspian? My babies! Come here, let Mom hold you."

Caspian approached shyly, but Elara shrank back, her eyes fixed on Evelyn with obvious dependency. The little boy cautiously touched my face with his small fingers.

"Are you really our mommy?" he asked softly.

Before I could answer, Aiden stepped forward and interrupted, "Hey babies, it's time to go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

After that, he firmly guided both children back upstairs. "They need time," he told me with false gentleness. "I’m afraid that this is overwhelming for them. Let's explain it to them slowly."

He was deliberately keeping them away from me. The realization strengthened my resolve even further. I would fight for my pups, no matter what it took.

Aiden then scooped me up in his arms, carried me to our bedroom, and gently placed me on the bed.

I noticed immediately that our wedding portraits had been torn down from the walls and thrown into a corner.

A cloth had been draped over my face in the photographs, as if to erase my very existence.

"I need to go to my study and handle some pack work," Aiden said, already moving toward the door. "Rest well, my love."

The moment the door closed behind him, my smile completely vanished. I knew exactly where he was really going, and it wasn't to any study.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to swing my trembling legs over the side of the bed.

Step by agonizing step, I dragged myself toward the wall, using furniture and anything I could grasp for support as I made my torturous way to the window.

By the time I reached the window, my entire body was trembling from exhaustion

But the physical pain was far less than the pain brought by the scene downstairs - I saw Evelyn and Aiden locked in a passionate embrace among the red moonlight flowers I had planted.

A while later, Evelyn tiptoed to kiss Aiden.

I couldn't watch anymore and made my way slowly to the bed.

Even though I had been tortured by their betrayal countless times during my five years of helpless consciousness, seeing it again with my own eyes still felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my heart.