I looked up at Ivy, her gaze sincere. Could it be… she genuinely wanted to help me? 

“Alright, I’ll give it a try,” I said, still skeptical. 

“You have to trust me. I promise you’ll feel better!” 

After leaving Ivy’s office, I told myself to stop overthinking. For my family, especially for my child! 

When I got home, the nanny handed me a crystal box. 

“Luna Nina, this is from Alpha Blake.” 

I opened the box to find a pair of emerald earrings. 

“Alpha Blake is so sweet to you,” the nanny smiled and said 

I smiled faintly. Blake knew I loved green. Sweet memories flooded my mind. Perhaps I really misunderstood him. Maybe it’s time for me to make some changes for Blake. 

I decided to follow Ivy’s advice and try the new medication！ 

But after searching my pockets and the car, I couldn’t find it. 

I slapped my forehead—I’d definitely left it in her office. 

Ever since I was diagnosed with postpartum depression, my memory has gotten worse. My hearing and sense of smell were also deteriorating. 

I had no choice but to drive back to Ivy’s clinic to retrieve the medication. 

As I approached the clinic door, I heard strange moans and the sound of something hitting against a surface. 

It didn’t take long for me to understand what was happening. My face flushed red. 

Ivy was inside the clinic, having sex with someone. 

Although her behavior seemed highly unprofessional, I had no right to interfere with what she did in her own clinic. 

I turned to leave quickly, but then I heard a familiar voice that stopped me in my tracks. 

“Who makes you feel better, me or Nina?” Ivy asked. 

“Why even bring her up? You know we haven’t done anything in ages.” The man replied. 

That voice—Doesn’t it sound like Blake’s? 

With all my strength, I pounded on the door, and the sounds inside abruptly stopped. After a few seconds, Ivy’s voice called out, 

“All appointments are full today. Come back tomorrow.” 

Oh really? Is it because Blake scheduled a “special treatment”? 

I said nothing and kicked the door open. Ivy finally cracked it open, leaving only a sliver of space. 

“Nina…” 

Her face was flustered, peeking out with disheveled hair. 

“Move!” I shoved her aside. Behind her, Blake was buttoning up his shirt. 

On the floor lay a glaringly red lace thong. 

“Nina, you… you’re back again,” Ivy stammered, her usual elegance and composure completely gone. 

Blake looked up, staring at me in shock. My body trembled slightly as I fought back tears. 

“Nina… it’s not what you think. It was just… an accident,” Blake said, stepping toward me, trying to calm me down. 

“When did it start?” I demanded, shaking off the hand he extended toward me. “So you brought Ivy into our pack not to treat my postpartum depression but to make it easier for you to have your affair!” 

“It’s not like that,” he said softly, struggling to find the right words. “At first, it really was for you. It was for you.” 

“For me?” I scoffed coldly. “You just wanted to satisfy yourself with this slut’s mouth and her pussy!” 

“You…” Ivy began to speak, but Blake touched her arm, signaling her to stop. 

“So you’ve been together for a while now!” My eyes were red as my voice quivered. “The day before yesterday at 3 PM, you were having sex in my bedroom, weren’t you?” 

“I didn’t mean to… I just couldn’t control myself. You know it’s been so long since we…” Blake’s face was filled with guilt. 

“So from the start, you two planned it, didn’t you? Sending me on that trip so you could freely carry on your affair in my bedroom!” I screamed, fury igniting every inch of me. 

“Blake, that’s my bedroom!” 

I thought of the pink bedsheets and pillows—ones Blake and I had bought when we first got married. A wave of nausea swept over me. 

I slapped Ivy across the face and was about to hit her again, but Blake grabbed my wrist. 

“You’re protecting her?” I shouted. 

“If you can’t meet Blake’s normal needs, what’s wrong with me helping him?” Ivy taunted. “You’re too anxious, too uptight! That’s why you developed postpartum depression!” 

“Shut up! There are plenty of men in the Shadowbite Pack without a sex life. Why don’t you go help them?” I snapped, glaring at Ivy. 

She was so furious she couldn’t even respond. 

“Ivy wasn’t trying to destroy our family,” Blake interjected. “You’re still my mate and the Luna of the Shadowbite Pack. Ivy just wanted to help us! I’m a normal man, Nina. Like Ivy said, I need a normal sex life.” 

“Do you even hear yourself, Blake?” Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. “You even let Ava get hurt just so you could sleep with her. You’re unworthy of being her father.” 

“I’m going to reject you!”