Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Chapter 198: The House of Yesterday

Thea's POV

"I can't explain it, but please trust me," I finally answered Sebastian. "I just have this feeling."

He looked unconvinced at first, his expression skeptical, but his features quickly softened. Before I could react, he leaned in for a quick kiss, then immediately pulled back.

"Fine," he began, his voice taking on that authoritative tone I'd grown accustomed to. "I'll trust you on this, but if you're wrong, I'll make her pay for hurting you." There was an edge to his words, something dangerously final that sent a chill down my spine.

I accepted this compromise. "Okay, but you'll see I'm right."

He didn't respond verbally, just leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead before returning to his coffee. We continued talking about nothing particularly important, but it felt good. Really fucking good.

Being near him, talking with him—it felt right. Like coming home after a long day. I loved Sebastian, and this life I had now was everything I'd ever prayed for. So how could I even consider letting go? How could I refuse to grasp this opportunity with both hands?

Not everyone gets a second chance at love. Not every woman gets to see her asshole husband change. Yes, he'd hurt me, but I needed to let go of the past. At this point in our lives, I think we'd both learned our lesson.

We didn't even realize how long we'd been talking until Leo and Wyatt shuffled into the kitchen. Leo was carrying Phoenix, who was crying silently.

"Did she wake you guys up?" I asked after greeting them and taking Phoenix from Leo's arms.

"No," he answered with a yawn. "We were already coming down for breakfast when we heard little cries coming from her room."

I wrapped her in the blanket I'd brought down and started feeding her. Sebastian didn't mind me breastfeeding, but Leo did. He still couldn't handle seeing my boobs. Sebastian and I both found it amusing, but when Leo was around, I tried to cover up to keep him comfortable.

After breakfast, I showered and got ready. It was Sunday, so both Sebastian and Leo would be home. I planned to leave Phoenix with them while I took Wyatt home.

"Ready, sweetheart?" I asked Wyatt as I slipped on my shoes.

"Yes, Aunt Thea."

After he said his goodbyes to Sebastian and Leo, we left. I drove today, but a guard still followed us as a precaution.

"Did you enjoy your time with us?" I asked.

A bright smile lit up his face. "Of course. I've missed you so much, and I've missed staying over with Leo. It feels good to have that back."

From the way he spoke, it seemed this was something that happened frequently in the past. I didn't mind, because Wyatt was a sweet boy who had already found a place in my heart. He started telling me all the things I'd missed. I listened attentively, but my mind couldn't help drifting back to Aurora.

I felt like someone was trying to frame her, but who? And why? Was it because she was the only one with an obvious motive? Or was there something else?

"We're here, Aunt Thea." Wyatt's voice pulled me back to reality. I hadn't even noticed we'd arrived. I parked the car, and we got out. He ran ahead while I followed slowly, trying to clear my thoughts.

The house next door caught my attention. It looked so familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd seen it before. For some reason, I wanted to go inside and look around. It was really fucking weird to want to enter a stranger's house.

"Dad!" Wyatt ran inside, calling out.

"In the kitchen!" Jaxon called back.

I followed Wyatt as he darted toward what I guessed was the kitchen. We found Jaxon with a cup of coffee, his laptop and a bunch of files spread out in front of him, wearing glasses. I didn't know he still wore glasses.

"Good morning," I greeted from the kitchen entrance.

Wyatt ran to hug his father, telling him all about the great time he'd had with Leo at our place.

"Morning, Thea."

I chuckled softly. He was trying to multitask. Acknowledging me, listening to his son, and attempting to continue working all at once. "Is it too early?" I asked. "I can take him back if you need to finish your work without distractions."

"No, it's fine, thanks," he answered. "I'm almost done, and it's Sunday—we have our Sunday routine."

I nodded with a smile. I was about to say goodbye when that house next door caught my attention again. Jaxon's kitchen faced the backyard of that house.

"Jaxon?" I called, and he looked up.

"Yeah?"

"Whose house is that? I don't understand why I feel so drawn to it."

He turned to look in the direction I was pointing, then turned back to face me. "Oh, that's your house, Thea."

I stood there, frozen. My house? How was that possible? But then again, didn't Sebastian tell me we were separated for a while? If that was the case, maybe this was where I lived.

"Is everything okay?" he asked with concern. I shifted my gaze to his face. "I want to see it; who has the key?"

He studied me for a moment, as if trying to work something out. My eyes kept darting between him and the house. I didn't know why it had such a hold on me, or why the need to go inside was so strong.

"I have a spare key. You gave it to me before the accident." He got up and retrieved a key from a drawer. "Thanks," I whispered as he placed it in my palm.

After leaving, I made my way there in a daze and unlocked the door. The house was a bit dusty but tolerable. I closed the door behind me and started walking around. As I moved through the house, nothing triggered my memory, but for some reason, my mind knew exactly where it wanted to take me.

I found myself in what I guessed was my bedroom. It was large, spacious, and decorated in a style I liked. I immediately started rummaging through things, trying to understand who I was before the accident.

The closet still had clothes and shoes. All fashionable and fitting my style. Next, I went through everything in the drawers, which further confirmed that this was indeed where I lived, and from the looks of it, I had been living here for several months.

I was about to give up, having found nothing particularly informative, when I came to the last drawer. Opening it, I discovered a folder. I quickly picked it up and opened it.

The word "Divorce" jumped out at me.

What the fuck?

My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of what this meant. I frantically flipped through the document over and over, eventually confirming that it indicated Sebastian and I were divorced.

Not separated, like he told me. He had lied to me.

I swayed, starting to feel dizzy. The word "divorce" kept echoing in my head. As a memory took hold, the folder slipped from my hands. It was the day I went to deliver the final divorce papers to him.

The memory didn't stop there; it was as if that word had created a crack in the wall blocking my memories. With excruciating pain, the crack grew larger. Years of memories flooded into my brain, the pain intensifying with each passing second.

Finally, the wall collapsed, leaving nothing but rubble, and I... I lost consciousness, falling into darkness.