Viya's POV
Composing myself, I returned to the examination room where Mrs. Megan Walsh was waiting patiently.
"I apologize for the interruption," I said, forcing a professional smile.
"Not at all, dear," Mrs. Walsh replied, her sharp eyes studying me. "Trouble with the husband?"
I blinked in surprise.
"I couldn't help overhearing," she explained, her weathered face apologetic but unapologetic at the same time. "So you're divorcing that fancy Alpha, are you?"
For a moment, I was speechless. Then, something in her frank, non-judgmental gaze made me answer honestly.
"Yes," I admitted. "I am."
Mrs. Walsh nodded approvingly. "Good for you, girl. When a man betrays you, there's no fixing it. My Herbert—God rest his soul—he knew that one strike and you're out. These mode
