OLIVIA’S POV
I should’ve known my peace wouldn’t last.
It had barely been a few days of solace–waking to my adoptive mother’s sweet voice instead of screams in my head, to James’s warm concern instead of cold silences and mockery from the maids, and to the hope that maybe just maybe–1 could start over with what remained of my broken heart and build a peaceful life.
But apparently, even that was too much to ask.
The knock on the door still echoed in my ears when I saw her. Evelyn. Dressed like she was walking a damn runway. A pristine cream coat draped over her shoulders, her makeup flawless, not a strand of hair out of place. She looked every bit the Luna she so desperately wanted to be. The gleaming black designated Luna car behind her that I got to use only twice in my marriage, the two Omega servants flanking her like an entourage–it was all a performance.
And I was the unwilling audience.
I stepped forward, my hand instinctively resting over the swell of my stomach, while James immediately blocked the doorway like a silent wall of protection.
“Oh look at that, the wicked witch of the west. You’re not welcome here,” he said curtly, his tone turning colder than I’d ever
heard.
My mother, Laura, joined him, her eyes blazing. “Leave. We don’t want to ruin our morning by seeing your still ugly face so early in the morning.”
Calling her face ugly was a bit childish jab but it still managed to piss Evelyn and I could see that.
One of the Omega servants had the nerve to glare at them. “Mind your tone. Don’t you know who is she?”
“Uh…a nobody?” James stated with a confused look on his face.
“No….a homewrecker, son. A homewrecker.” My mother corrected him.
“Enough. That’s your Luna and you both better treat her with respect.” The other servant said.
The laugh that burst out of me was sharp and bitter. “Is she?” I asked, stepping into view, letting the full force of my Luna aura seep into the air.
The Omegas paled, their heads instinctively lowering. They had forgotten–conveniently–that I still held the official title. That I was still the Luna, no matter how many diamond bracelets Evelyn wore or how many press photos featured her beside
Dominic.
Evelyn’s smile wavered for half a second. Just a flicker. But I caught it.
So she did want the title. She did want everything that was mine.
“I just came to check on you, Olivia,” she said, pasting on a sugary smile that made my stomach churn. “It’s only right. You’ve been through so much.”
I didn’t respond.
With a small nod, she signaled to one of the Omegas, who stepped forward with a delicately wrapped gift box. Expensive. Fancy. Tacky.
“I brought you something,” she added, as if that would make up for everything.
“I don’t want anything from you,” I snapped.
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“Oh, but I insist,” she said, her tone sharpening despite the smile. “You should open it now,”
I stared at the box for a moment before finally ripping off the ribbon. Inside was a folder. A simple, sleek leather folder.
My breath caught.
I opened it slowly, already knowing what it was before I saw the bold letters across the top of the first page.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
And there it was–cold, printed proof that the last thread binding Dominic and me was about to be severed.
I blinked hard, forcing back the sting in my eyes. I had known this would come eventually. I’d thought I was prepared. But facing it like this–ambushed in my own home, with Evelyn’s smug face watching my reaction–it was like being stabbed through the chest all over again.
“I thought it would be easier this way,” she said softly. “Dominic and I agreed on it. We didn’t want to drag this out. It’s better for everyone.”
I clenched the folder so tightly my knuckles turned white.
Dominic agreed to this.
Of course, he did.
I let out a breath and looked up at her. “I’ll sign it,” I said quietly. “But not now. Not until after my child is born. I won’t do anything that might affect my baby.”
That calm, measured response clearly infuriated her.
Her smile cracked.
“So you’re using the child as leverage now?” she snapped. “You’ve always been selfish.”
“No,” I replied coolly. “I’m protecting my child. Something you wouldn’t understand.”
Her jaw clenched. Her mask slipped.
As long as I was still legally married to Dominic, she couldn’t fully claim the Luna title. And that was killing her.
“Watch yourself, Olivia,” she said sharply, her voice laced with venom.
I stepped closer, my voice low but razor–sharp. “Why? You planning to attack me again? Just like you did at the Luna Summit?”
Her eyes widened briefly in shock before narrowing in rage. I’d hit the mark.
She turned on her heel and stormed off, her Omegas scrambling to follow.
And then I saw him.
Dominic.
Leaning against the black car, arms crossed, the golden sunset painting his white shirt in warm hues. He looked like a god carved from light–untouchable, magnetic. Any she–wolf would’ve swooned at the sight of him.
But all I felt was ice.
He saw me.
His brows furrowed. He stepped forward.
And then, just like always, his fingers closed around my wrist–not gently, not with tenderness–but with cold intent.
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“What did you say to her?” he demanded.
I looked up at him, into those cold, sharp eyes I used to love.
Something inside me cracked.
“You weren’t even going to tell me, were you?” I whispered. “You were just going to let her hand me divorce papers like it was some gift?”
He didn’t answer.
I smiled bitterly. “Of course. That’s who you are now.”
I yanked my hand away and stepped back.
He didn’t follow.
I turned and walked back into the house, the divorce folder still clutched in my hand, my heart breaking silently behind my ribs.
So this was how it ended.
Not with closure.
But with betrayal dressed in designer clothes.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
