Chapter 86

Ethan's POV： My friend exchanged uncertain glances as I lay sprawled across the leather booth, empty glasses scattered around me. Through my alcohol-induced haze, I could hear their whispered debate. "Maybe we should call Scarlett?" one suggested, his voice barely penetrating my foggy consciousness. She was my wife after all—at least on paper. It would be the normal thing to do when your husband drinks himself into oblivion. "I don't think that's a good idea," another voice countered. "Ethan can't stand Scarlett. That marriage was purely a business arrangement between packs. We all know the feeling—he can barely look at her. Why not call Victoria instead? Everyone can see she's the one he truly wants." Leon whined pitifully inside me at the mention of her name, making my chest ache even more. "But they broke up," a third packmate pointed out. "Victoria might not even respond. I warned Ethan he'd regret this move. Remember how he kept saying Victoria loved him too much to ever leave him