Adrian froze at the word "divorce." Then he heard me. He moved his head from my neck and peered at me. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

As he did so, I drew my hands close to my body. He stared at me, waiting for my answer. I brought my hands to my front, then searched his expression for any discomfort. His question made me wonder if he was hurt, but his eyes told me otherwise. He was a mighty alpha.

I burst into tears and repeated, "Let's get a divorce."

Deep lines formed between his thick brows. "Boring," he dismissed, moving away and rising from the bed. "You're nothing but a nuisance."

I struggled to get up. "I'm not kidding. I'm serious." To prove it, I opened the drawer and pulled out the divorce agreement.

"What are those?" he asked, grimacing.

I handed him the papers. "I've signed them. I am no longer your wife."

He snatched them, glanced at them, then threw them aside, grabbing me by the neck. With a clenched jaw, he glared at me.

I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. We struggled in silence, the tension escalating.

He gritted his teeth. "What do you take me for? Do you think you can do whatever you want?"

As I tried to calm myself, I said, my voice breaking, "I will leave the Crystal Blood Pack."

His hand moved from my neck to my jaw, and his mouth twisted into a devilish smirk. I looked into his hate-filled eyes. I was the only person he despised, and he had another woman. So why question me? If he wanted to be with her, why not just release me?

I could see the hatred in his eyes. He had no feelings for me. These past two years were a nightmare. Even though I knew he didn't love me, I'd hoped he would return to his senses or at least understand my love.

"I—I was in this marriage because I thought one day we would have a happy family with our children—"

"Children?" He glared. "How could you even think like this? I would allow you to carry my heir, you foolish woman? Quit your daydreaming!"

Shocked, I gaped. I knew then I couldn't tell him about my pregnancy. My babies would be mine alone. I would raise them without him.

"What?" he asked, pressing his fingers against my jaw. "Cat got your tongue?"

I gathered my courage. "Why don't you sign the papers?"

His eyes blazed. "You think I won't sign?"

I stared at him, jutting my chin in defiance, though my heart pounded. Deep down, I wanted him to reconsider.

Instead, he released his grip, stepped back, snorted, and snatched the papers. He grabbed the pen from my nightstand.

My eyes moved from his hand to his face. There was no regret, only indifference. Pain seared through my heart. How could he feel nothing? Did I love him less? Was my love not enough?

He casually tossed the papers to the floor. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a bank card, and…

My eyes welled, and a tear fell as he left the room. I lowered my head. I had been used. His words echoed, each syllable a reminder of his betrayal. I had given him my heart and trust; in return, I received only convenience.

The sharp edge of the card cut into my palm. I stared at it, then at the floor, lost in thought. Memories flooded back. Slowly, I placed my hand on my stomach and said, "I am sorry. I have to take you both away from here."

I placed the bank card on the nightstand, packed a suitcase, wiping away tears. He'd made fun of my love. He'd used me for "bed service."

"I will never forget that, Adrian Miller," I said as I closed the suitcase latch.

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