# Chapter 221: A House Full of Ghosts
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The moment Tatum walked up to them, Leila turned and walked away. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even look at him.
It was the first time she had been in his presence since the mate bond was completely severed, since the rejection became final, since every magical tether between them had been snapped. And yet—even now—being near him made her skin prickle with an awareness she hated. She couldn’t feel her wolf yearning for him anymore. That primal pull was gone. But something else remained, something deeper and more stubborn than the bond, and she didn’t want to deal with it. Not now. Not with everything else breaking inside her.
“Let me help you, Leila,” Tatum called after her.
She kept walking.
He ran up behind her and caught her arm, gently pulling her back, putting just enough distance between them when she turned and scowled at him.
“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anything from you, Tatum. I’ll bring the divorce papers to you and we’ll call it a lifetime between us—just… fuck you, Tatum.”
Her voice cracked as she said it, tears brimming in her eyes. Painful sorrow washed over her like a wave she couldn’t swim through. He was the architect of all her problems. Every ounce of suffering she was carrying right now could be traced back to him. And still he wouldn’t stay away. Still he kept suffocating her, trying to force his way back into her life with some damned act of redemption as if that could ever erase what he had done.
But Tatum didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as the tears finally broke free.
“Let me go,” she tried, her voice muffled against his chest. She struggled, she really did, but his arms didn’t loosen. And then, after a heartbeat of stillness, she sobbed into him. She hated herself for it, but his embrace was exactly what she needed to calm the storm that was tearing everything inside her apart.
“I hate you,” she sniffed.
Tatum eased his hold on her, just enough to look deep into her eyes. There was a level of pain in his gaze she had never seen before—raw, open, bleeding.
“If hating me is the only way we can both exist in your world,” he said in a calm, gentle voice, stroking her back soothingly, “then do not stop.”
She wanted to pull away, but he kept going.
“I have hurt you in many ways. I made mistakes beyond remedy. I committed sins beyond redemption. However you feel about me is justified. But none of it was with the intent to harm you—truly, it was to protect you. I should have done better. I should have made better choices. But I failed you, and I am sorry for that. But please—let me help you now, while I still can.”
The calmness in his voice. The sincerity carrying every single word. It only broke Leila’s heart even more. The tears kept pouring even as they stared into each other’s eyes. The mate bond might be gone, but they had never needed it in the past anyway. Without it, there was still something about this man that bound her to him. That truth frightened her. She couldn’t give in to it—he had crossed a line, and there was no taking him back after that. But maybe… maybe he could help.
Because if there was one truth she knew, it was that he wanted Carmela to pay just as much as she did.
She pulled away from him and steadied her voice. “How can you be a witness? You weren’t there.”
“Bass,” Tatum turned toward his man. “You can go home. I’ll call you in the morning to discuss our game plan.” Then he turned back to Leila. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”
And for some reason—whether it was exhaustion, curiosity, or a desperate need for hope—Leila got into Tatum’s car.
He didn’t take her to some café or office. He drove her to their old house. The place where they had once planned to build a life together. The place that now stood as a monument to everything they had lost.
When they stepped inside, Leila was shocked to see that the house was still in pristine, perfect living condition. Not a speck of dust. Not a sign of abandonment. Yet she knew no one had lived here in years.
“I have it cleaned every day,” Tatum said, as if reading her mind.
She looked at him, her heart pounding.
“Come. There’s something I want to show you.”
He led her upstairs, to the room opposite hers. The room where Carmela used to stay. When he opened the door, Leila’s breath caught.
It was completely different. And he didn’t need to say a word—from the design, from the soft colors, from the love poured into every corner, she could see exactly who this room had been meant for.
Their child.
The nursery was perfect. Beautiful. Waiting.
“I didn’t think we would lose our child,” Tatum whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never let you go on that cliff. I always thought we’d all be together again. But um…” He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with pain. “I’m sorry for everything.”
Leila fought back her tears as goosebumps swept across her skin. The truth in his words hit her like a physical blow. He never abandoned her. He wasn’t lying when he said it was all to protect her. But for what end now? It was too late. Too much had been broken. Too much could never be undone.
She steeled herself, pushing back the emotions that wanted to erupt. “I didn’t come here for this, Tatum,” she said quietly. “How are you helping me?”
“I found some evidence we could use against her,” he replied in a calm voice. “She won’t get away.”
“You would do that for me?”
Tatum smiled—a soft, sad smile. Then he closed the distance between them, looking into her eyes with longing and passion. His hot breath fanned her face, and Leila found her feet planted to the floor, unable to move back. She stared at him like a doe caught in headlights.
“You’re asking the wrong question, sweet pea.” His voice was low, intimate, almost reverent. “The right one should be—is there anything I wouldn’t do for you?”
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And that is where Chapter 221 leaves us, hearts in our throats, uncertain whether this is the beginning of healing or the final, dangerous spiral of a love that refuses to die.
As a reader, this chapter is absolutely devastating in the best way. Leila is caught between grief and fury, between the past she cannot escape and the future she cannot trust. The nursery scene is a gut-punch—seeing the ghost of what could have been, the child they never got to hold, the family that was stolen before it even began. And Tatum? He is still so infuriatingly present, apologetic, sincere, but his sincerity doesn’t change the damage he caused. Yet you cannot help but feel your heart ache for him too. This chapter gets a solid 4.8 out of 5 stars.
What happens next, though? With evidence in hand, Leila and Tatum may finally be ready to take Carmela down. But can they work together without falling into old, familiar feelings? And when the fight begins, will Leila be able to keep her walls up—or will Tatum’s devotion break her defenses completely? One thing is certain: Carmela’s reign is far from over, and she won’t go down without burning everything to the ground first.
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