He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back

004: The Divorce

Elena’s POV

A chill rippled through me—not from the words themselves, but from the way they were delivered: detached, hollow, like someone pulling away while still standing in place.

“Talk?” I echoed, my smile faltering as I searched his face. “Of course. Let’s talk. I also have something to say to you, but you can go first.”

I gestured to the chairs, but he didn’t sit. His stance remained rigid, his blue eyes shadowed by something I couldn’t quite name. My pulse quickened as unease clawed its way to the surface.

“I want a divorce,” he said finally, the words heavy and sharp, cleaving the air between us.

For a moment, everything froze. The clock ticked on, indifferent to the weight of his declaration, but the world as I knew it stilled.

“What?” The word slipped out, barely a whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of disbelief.

His eyes met mine, their piercing blue a shade I no longer recognized. No warmth, no hesitation—just the kind of resolute finality that made my knees weak.

“You heard me,” he said, each syllable deliberate, unyielding. “This... marriage. It’s over.”

A bitter laugh bubbled up unbidden, sharp and jagged as broken glass. “After everything? Everything we fought for, everything we survived... and you’re just done?”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. His stance was rigid, as though bracing for impact, but there was no sign he intended to retreat.

“You’ve refused to give me an heir,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “You’ve failed in your role as my Luna.”

The words landed like a punch, driving the air from my lungs. My hands trembled at my sides, fists forming as though to hold myself together.

“Failed?” I echoed, my voice shaking. “Is that all I am to you? A womb to bear your legacy?”

His gaze faltered for a fleeting second—just long enough for me to catch a flicker of something. Regret? Guilt? It was gone before I could grasp it.

“This isn’t just about us,” he said, his tone softening but not enough to matter. “Lisa is carrying my child.”

Lisa.

The name detonated in my mind, scattering memories like shrapnel. My knees buckled, and I gripped the edge of the table, the wood biting into my palms.

“Lisa?” The word tasted bitter, foreign, as though it didn’t belong in the language of my life. “Your Beta’s sister. Your...” My voice cracked. “Your childhood friend.”

“She’s giving me what you can’t.” His voice was steady, final, the words a noose tightening around my throat.

The room seemed to tilt, and my vision swam. Images flashed—her laugh at pack gatherings, the way his hand lingered too long on her shoulder. My pulse roared in my ears.

“You promised me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You swore there was nothing between you.”

“And I meant it—then,” he said, as if that erased the betrayal carved into his every word. “But things change.”

I laughed then—a harsh, hollow sound that scraped against my raw throat. “Things change,” I repeated, bitterness dripping from my words. “You mean you changed. You decided I wasn’t enough.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he thrust a stack of papers toward me, the rustle of them like the snapping of a tether.

“Sign the damn papers,” he said flatly. “Let’s not drag this out.”

I stared down at the documents, my name already printed beneath a blank line, waiting for my surrender. The betrayal felt alive, clawing at my chest, tearing at the memories we had shared.

“You want me gone?” I asked, my voice trembling with restrained fury. “Just like that?”

His silence was answer enough.

My hand shook as I reached for the pen. Each stroke of ink felt like a death knell, each letter a severed thread tying me to the man I thought I knew. When I was done, I shoved the papers against his chest, my movements sharp and final.

“There,” I said, my voice cutting through the air like steel. “I, Elena Ross Andrews, reject you, Aiden Smith, as my mate and my Alpha. May you and Lisa have the life you so clearly deserve. But mark my words, Aiden—you’ll regret this. One day, you’ll see what you’ve thrown away.”

I turned to leave, my steps heavy with finality, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist like a shackle.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he sneered, venom lacing his words. “You have nothing, Elena. No family. No pack. No one to turn to. You’ll be nothing without me.”

I yanked my arm free, my glare sharp enough to cut.

“Better nothing than chained to someone who sees me as worthless,” I said, my voice low and fierce. “You don’t own me, Aiden. Not anymore.”

I turned and walked toward the door, my steps steady even as my heart shattered with every move. A single tear escaped, rolling down my cheek as I left behind the man who had once been my world.

My chest felt hollow, my soul fractured, and I wasn’t sure I would ever piece myself back together again. But I would try.

I had to.