Chapter7-She’s Gone, He’s Panic
948 Words
Ethan’s POV
The divorce papers sat neatly on the edge of my desk.
I stared at them, unmoving.
She actually filed them.
Katelyn—the quiet, soft-spoken woman who used to lower her gaze whenever I spoke, who waited for me with meals I never ate, who stayed silent even when I ignored her for days—had filed for divorce.
I picked up the papers slowly, my thumb brushing over her signature. It was real.
For a moment, I just sat back in my chair, still trying to wrap my head around it. Was this some sort of joke? One of her dramatic phases again? She’d done that before—gone silent, packed a bag, sulked for a day or two. She always came back.
But this time…
This time she hadn’t cried. She hadn’t begged. She hadn’t even looked back.
Her eyes had been empty. Not angry. Not emotional. Just… done.
My jaw tightened.
“She’s bluffing,” I muttered under my breath. “She doesn’t mean it. She’ll come crawling back in a few days. She always does.”
Still, something about it sat wrong. The bond between us—the pack tie—wasn’t just faint anymore. It was gone. Like it had been cleanly severed, no trace left behind.
I couldn’t sense her. Katelyn had truly severed it. She was a drifter now.
I shifted in my seat, unsettled. No. She wouldn’t dare. She was a housewife. No rank. No job. No allies. Where would she even go?
She wouldn’t survive two days outside this pack. She knew that. She’d be back before the week was over.
I looked down at the papers again, and it made me feel restless. Irritated.
My grip tightened, and without fully realizing it, I tore the papers in half.
Then again. I kept tearing it off until I realized it couldn’t be torn any further.
The office door creaked. Beta Allen stepped in cautiously, reading the tension in the room.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just glanced at the shredded papers and wisely kept his eyes down.
“Scarlett.’s here to see you,” he said after a pause.
“Scarlett?” I asked without looking.
“Yes.”
Of course. Right on time.
I exhaled through my nose. “Let her in.”
Scarlett walked in seconds later like she owned the place. Silk dress, perfect makeup, and that same charming smile she always wore when she wanted something. She gave me a once-over and tilted her head, her eyes soft.
“You look tired,” she purred.
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t in the mood for games.
She stepped closer and placed a manicured hand on my desk. “Rough day?” she asked sweetly. “I heard about what happened with Katelyn. I'm so sorry.”
“Never mind,” I looked up, trying to change the subject. “How’s your injury?”
She shrugged. “It’s better now. Katelyn really thought she could hurt me worse than this, but I just got lucky. She's just... too jealous of our relationship. I’m glad she finally left.”
Her tone was mocking, and I didn’t like the way she kept talking about my marriage like it was her business. It felt like she was trying to stir something in me—trying to make me hate katelyn more than I already did.
“It’s good that you’re following your doctor’s advice thoroughly,” I said flatly, refusing to respond to her remarks about Katelyn.
“Yeah,” Scarlett blinked, then tried a different approach. “I mean, she’s always been a little… out of place, hasn’t she? , Low background, no job. She stayed at home for years. And now she’s throwing tantrums and filing divorce papers?”
My jaw clenched.
“She was never your equal,” Scarlett added softly. “You were always meant for someone like me.”
I stood up. “Scarlett, I think you should get going now.”
Her smile wavered slightly.
“I have some important work to look after,” I said more firmly. “And whatever is—or isn’t—happening in my marriage… is none of your business.”
Scarlett straightened. “I just thought—”
“Don’t stress yourself,” I interrupted before she could finish.
I called Allen through the mind link. Escort her out.
Scarlett looked like she wanted to say something else, but Allen stepped in. She didn’t argue.
When the door shut behind them, I sat down again, the weight of the day pressing into my shoulders.
I tried to focus on the stack of documents on my desk. Tried to shake the image of katelyn walking away from me. It was her face that kept haunting me—the one that didn't cry, didn’t plead. The one that said she was done.
The afternoon meeting came and went. I barely remembered what anyone said. The people across the table also sensed that I was in a bad mood today. So, we ended the meeting early. But, my mind was elsewhere. On katelyn.
How dare she leave?
katelyn had never disobeyed me before. She never even raised her voice. And now she was demanding a divorce?
No. She was bluffing. She was trying to get a reaction out of me. That was it. I’d give her some space, let her cool off. Then I’d bring her back. Maybe offer her something. A gesture. A home, money. That always worked.
I turned to the window. The sky had turned dark, and the wind was picking up fast. It looked like a storm was about to start any minute.
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