SUMMER’S POV
The silence that followed my outburst was heavy, like the air right before a thunderstorm breaks.
Darius stood frozen, the manila folder held in his trembling hands as if it were a bomb with a live fuse. His face had gone deathly pale, the arrogant Alpha facade completely stripped away to reveal the hollow man beneath.
He looked down at the documents, his eyes darting across the legal jargon—the terms of asset division, the waiver of spousal support, the finality of the dissolution.
"Summer," he began, his voice barely a rasp. "This... this is madness. You’re reacting in the heat of the moment. We can fix this. I'll fire Beatrice. I'll distance myself from her entirely. I’ll make it up to you, I swear on our bond..."
"Don't you dare speak to me about our bond," I snapped
