So it turned out after getting my thesis, Laila flaunted it on the academy’s forum.
Unfortunately, my supervisor saw the post.
He had always held high expectations for me, even offering to help revise my thesis before. So the moment Laila uploaded it online, he sensed something was off.
He questioned her about the details, but she couldn’t answer a single thing.
The people online immediately realized something was wrong.
How could someone fail to answer questions about their own thesis?
Accusations of plagiarism came flooding in.
“Laila’s been so devastated that she fainted from crying several times,” Simon boomed. “Zora, you’re her sister. How could you do this to her? Apologize to her now!”
Ignoring how pale I looked, he dragged me out of bed and shoved me in front of Laila.
My thoughts wandered. Why had he grown so close to her?
Five years ago, after my family disowned me, I had trudged through a downpour, drenched to the bone.
Then Simon appeared.
The moment I saw him, my wounded wolf stirred with hope. I could feel that he was my predestined mate.
He brought me home, gave me clean clothes, a steaming cup of coffee, and sat beside me as I poured out my heartbreak.
He pitied me, swearing he’d treat me well for the rest of my life.
Back then, he had loathed Laila. He never met her, but he despised anyone who hurt me.
