My Husband Broke Me; The Alpha Chose Me

Fiona's pov I slammed the bedroom door with loud bang, locking it with trembling palms. Then I clutched in silence, the sounds of my breath echoing in unison, the silence pressing down like a lift weight on my chest. When I had backed myself against the door, I tried to resist the urge to cry. Tonight was it. I had tried. My God, had I tried. One final attempt to connect, to see if we could rekindle something, anything. Everything collapsed under the weight of his harsh, careless dismissal. He hadn't even looked at me when I had approached him, completely vulnerable, hopeful to catch even a sliver of affection from him. "You're a terrible figure," he had laid out, flat and cruel. "Why even bother?" I couldn't suppress the grating sensation of his words, bile rising in my throat. I wasn't beautiful anymore, not like her. Not like the perfect, young omega he had stumbled upon. She was everything I couldn't be—fit, trim, slender and fu*king alive. Nothing like the tired, mid-thirty year old mother of several children, the woman that had given up every aspect of my life, every aspect of my body, every part of my soul, for a man who never really saw her. I could feel the bitter taste of resentment directly in my gut, and while I wanted to lash out at him, I pushed that feeling away. It wasn’t worth it. Anger, tears—it was all pointless now. It had always been pointless. I turned from the door and walked over to the small desk in the corner of the room and found the will to focus. The room seemed quite small now. So bare. With a deep sigh, I pulled out the drawer,took out the small journal that I'd kept hidden. I was quivering as I opened it and flipped it to find pages of half knowledge, desperate desires, and unanswered prayers. I struggled to hold on to the woman I used to be, the woman who believed in love, believed in duty, believed in hope and purpose. Somewhere, somehow she'd vanished. In her stead was this, I don’t know how to describe her now. This empty shell of a woman left with reflective memories of a failed marriage. I turned the pages, my mind was muddied, until I found a blank one. I grabbed the pen and began to write on the blank space while my handwriting wobbled all over the place, and my thoughts didn’t connect. "I can’t do this. For cedar lake , my husband, I gave up everything: my job, my future and my freedom. And what did I get for it? A man that no longer looks at me, as he declines me at every step. A man who prefers to be with her than be with me." I stopped, looking at the words, and I started to feel the weight of them. The truth of it struck me harder than I'd imagined. And no, it didn't feel like an trophy. It felt like a culmination of years of silent suffering. I laid the pen down, and gripped it so tight it felt like it was the only thing holding me up. But there was something else slicing through me. An uncomfortable weight I couldn't toss aside, a blaring voice in my head reminded me that, things were a heck of a lot worse than I had developed. My sweet life that I had build was breaking up so fast, I didn't know how to catch it. I jumped on my feet when the door of the bedroom pushed open behind me. "Fiona," he said in a deep voice that sounded almost informal. "We need to talk. I need to speak with you" I froze in place, all of the muscles in my body froze. He stepped into the room, but only a shadow of the man I used to love. The man I loved and had promised to me for eternity. But now, he was a stranger to me... a man I couldn't even recognize. I did not look at him or flicker, My gaze stuck on the window. "No, I'm done talking," I whispered, my voice low but firm. "Fiona, please..." I heard his footsteps come a little closer and I heard the tense edge of irritation slipping into his voice. "I cut her off, I swear! You know I've been trying! Can we just move past this? I'm sorry for everything, I need you to understand -" "Understand?" I spun around to him, the fire flashing in my eyes. "You think I can just understand? Forget everything? You have a new life now, with Selena woods, she is your mate, not me." It tasted bitter, like poison. He flinched away as if I hit him. "Don't call her name," he hissed with a low voice. "Like I told you, I've terminated with her. You're not the issue. I'm not causing the issues. You are. You're the one who has tantrums, who acts on all your impulses, who makes scenes. Can you just stop? Can you just move on?" I could feel my heart sinking in my chest. I wanted to yell, hit him, go out of this house and never return. But I didn't. I couldn't. I was stuck - stuck in this shitty, restrictive existence. "You're pathetic," I muttered, barely audible, but it carried a weight between us and was sharp, and heavy. I didn't know what his eyes flickered with - guilt? Annoyance? I don't care. There was a moment of silence, thick silence - and I could hear his breath and it was shallow, and tight, like he was searching for the right words. But I was no longer interested in his words. Not now. Not after everything. "I'm leaving," I said. The steadiness in my voice did not fit with my shaking hands. He remained motionless. "You're not going anywhere." I raised an eyebrow and shut back, "Watch me." I spawned on my heel and headed toward the door. My heart racing, and I felt my skin crawl, involuntary venom ready to erupt as I grabbed the handle. But just before I was able to pull it, I heard him say my name again. "Fiona, wait." I paused, but I couldn't turn around, I shouldn't. But then just before I turned the knob, I heard something so chilling I couldn't move. A small sound. A borrowed conversation. And then a name. "Tyler Blake." My blood froze. I turned slowly, suddenly breathless, his eyes were cold, evaporated all distance. He said Tyler. In that moment, everything felt wrong. Everything that felt so easy to understand in my mind, like understanding a clear blueprint in front of me, wasn't a blueprint, but was falling apart, slipping into frame I didn't know if I wanted to be a part of.