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On our marking night, Rohan brought home a little girl and another woman. "This is my first love, and we have a daughter together. From now on, we’ll all live together peacefully," he declared, his alpha tone leaving no room for argument. The air around him seemed to thicken with his authority, his commanding presence filling the room. "And isn’t it convenient? Someone can take care of you, considering you can’t shift anymore." I looked down at my legs, the ones that had been rendered useless after the rogue attack where I’d saved his life. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He seemed to have forgotten that it was because of him I’d lost my wolf form entirely. Later, I left without saying a word, and he apologized, begging me to come back. "Alpha Rohan, do you even realize what you're saying?" I stared at him in disbelief, the man I had loved for five years and marked as my mate just today.

The flight was delayed, and it was late by the time I finally returned to the States from my training abroad. I tried calling my husband to pick me up, but all my attempts went unanswered. Frustrated, I ended up taking a cab. On the way, I stumbled across a Facebook post from one of his so-called "close friends." The photo showed my husband, Ignacio, kneeling and holding her foot. She was wearing a loose, sheer blouse, her bare shoulder exposed, with a conspicuous love bite on her neck. The caption said, "Only a true friend is always there for you." I commented, "If you like him so much, why not keep him close?" Moments after posting the comment, Ignacio called me, furious. "Elina, have you lost your mind? Delete that comment right now! Rhea Scott is just a single woman, and your nonsense will make everyone misunderstand." "You know she sprained her ankle! I was just helping her out.

Thirteen years of devotion. Five years of marriage. And it all ended with a younger version of myself sitting in my living room, sipping champagne from my wedding flutes. +2 My billionaire husband, Gabriel Sterling, didn't just bring his mistress into our home; he brought my replacement. As he systematically stripped me of my dignity—forcing me to serve them on my knees—he committed the ultimate cruelty: surrendering my beloved dog to a shelter because his new lover was "allergic." +2 But Gabriel made one fatal mistake. He thought I was "stationary"—a decorative fixture he could discard. While he fell for a twisted web of lies and fake pregnancies, I was orchestrating the ultimate heist: his signature on my divorce papers.