AIDEN’S POV
I couldn’t believe it. Elena was gone.
The divorce papers had been signed less than 24 hours ago, yet it already felt like an eternity. The finality of it all was suffocating. My office seemed smaller, darker, colder. The air itself felt too still, as though the world had paused the moment she left.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” my wolf growled at me, a bitter taunt. “For her to leave? For her laughter, her voice, her presence to vanish?”
“Then why the hell did it feel like the ground had been ripped out from under me?” I dared to whisper back.
I leaned back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face, hoping—praying—that it might somehow ground me. It didn’t. The image of Elena standing in our living room, papers in hand, replayed over and over. Her voice had been ca
