My hand did not tremble as I signed it. The document lay on the bed—final, irreversible.
Gideon had made his choice long ago.
He chose Brielle.
He chose power, ego, lust—anything but me.
And after what he’d done… after what he took from me and our unborn pup… there was no path back.
A sob clawed up my throat, but I forced it down. I refused to let a single more tear fall for them.
I grabbed my suitcase and walked out of the house that had once been my home.
An Uber waited by the gate and carried me straight to the airport.
As I sat at the terminal, waiting for my flight, my phone buzzed.
Gideon’s name lit the screen.
I answered only because I wanted closure.
“What is this crap on the bed, Selene?” Gideon snarled. “Where the hell are you?”
“It’s our divorce decree,” I said coolly. “Sign it. Our bond is over.”
Silence stretched for several seconds before his voice returned—angry, incredulous.
“You don’t mean that. And you have nowhere to go—you have nothing without me. I’ve provided for you all these years. Come back and stop acting insane.”
“Don’t ever call this number again,” I said softly. “Or I swear, Gideon… you’ll regret ever marking me.”
“Selene—wait—”