Chapter 2
After Scott left, Pamela stood clutching her chest for a long moment before staggering back to the classroom.
She rummaged through her messy desk for her medication.
Suddenly, several male classmates snatched the bottle from her hands, scattering its contents across the floor.
“Playing the victim?”
“These are just vitamins, right?
Hahaha!”
They jeered, stomping on the pills before grinding them underfoot.
Pamela watched the medicine turn to powder, her face paling as sharp pain pierced her heart.
The lead Beta sneered, “Aren’t you gonna take them?
Pick ’em up and eat ’em!”
Collapsing into her seat, Pamela’s breathing grew ragged.
A boy yanked the red cord visible at her neck.
“Since when do you wear gemstone necklaces?
How much did your family take from the murderer’s family to skip the trial?”
Rage surged through Pamela.
She wrestled free, snatching back the cord.
“Shut up!
My mother gave me this!”
After doctors predicted her death, her mom insisted she wear it daily.
As they struggled, the classroom door slammed open.
Scott stood framed in the doorway, his gaze icy as it swept the scene.
The boys instantly released her, stammering, “Scott, we were just teaching her a lesson-”
But Scott didn’t even glance at Pamela, cutting them off impatiently: “Weren’t we playing basketball?
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You coming or not?”
He hadn’t come to rescue her-just annoyed by the delay.
Pamela’s heart ached seeing fresh bruises on Scott’s face.
She remembered how he’d always drag her to his games, saying, “Who’d bring me water if you’re not there?”
Back then, she’d pretend not to understand: “Why me?”
He’d just smirk with those sparkling eyes: “You tell me.”
Now, he wouldn’t spare her a second look.
As Scott turned to leave, a voice rang from the hallway:
“Scott!
Can I watch you play? I’ll bring water!”
It was Kim from the next class-daughter of Stone Pack’s Alpha.
She’d pursued Scott relentlessly since freshman year, facing rejection for three straight years.
This time, Scott didn’t refuse.
He nodded curtly: “Sure.”
Kim beamed, falling into step beside him.
Watching them walk away shoulder-to-shoulder,
Pamela felt a stabbing pain deep in her chest. She fumbled for backup pills in her bag, swallowing them dry.
Scott skipped afternoon classes entirely.
During evening study hall, Pamela stared at his empty seat before opening her diary to a fresh page-
May 10, 2015 Sunny
Scott, 28 days until your Alpha coronation. This is my 278th diary entry for you.
I’d planned to confess by giving you this diary after the ceremony.
But now… I’ve lost the right to love you.
These words will never reach you.
But I will finish writing it, because I’ll love you until my last breath.】
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Arriving home after school, Pamela glanced toward Scott’s house across the street.
His windows remained dark-Scott hadn’t returned yet.
A pang of disappointment hit her before she turned to enter her own home.
The moment Pamela stepped inside, Anna approached: “How was school today, sweetheart?”
Pamela forced a teary smile. “It was fine.”
Growing up in a single-parent household, she knew Anna had shouldered endless worry over her illness-Anna had seen her come into this world, and now would see her leave it.
Anna was already exhausted; Pamela refused to add to her burdens.
Studying her daughter, Anna sighed. “I went to court today to appeal the case. We’ll clear George’s name, I promise.”
Pamela’s eyes instantly brightened. “Really?”
Anna nodded firmly but cautioned, “We must keep this from Scott for now. If it falls through… that boy’s heart would shatter.”
Pamela nodded in understanding.
Gently polishing a necklace’s dusty chain, Anna murmured, “Wear this always. Don’t take it off.”
“Okay.”
Pamela retreated to her room.
Anna watched her go, a heavy sorrow crushing her chest until she finally covered her face in her hands, silent sobs shaking her shoulders.
Pamela never knew.
Hidden within that pendant was a discreet camera-Anna’s desperate attempt to preserve fragments of her daughter’s fading light.
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