Venessa’s POV
The day of the divorce had finally arrived, and despite everything, a sense of relief settled deep in my chest. Jalisa and Tyrell would soon be gone from Denzel’s Pack, and with their departure, an unbearable chapter would finally close.
Since the separation, Denzel hadn’t tried to hide how he felt about me. We made an effort careful glances, measured distance, restrained touches to appear respectful, but people noticed anyway. They always did. Still, Denzel was a man of honour. He wanted the divorce finalised, clean and unquestionable, before he could publicly claim me.
Nyla, on the other hand, was almost vibrating with excitement. I wasn’t. I knew whatever peace this moment promised would be temporary. Fate had never allowed me permanence, and I was torn between wanting
