After breakfast, I noticed how rushed he was, checking his watch, glancing at the door. Hannah’s voice called him from outside the house.
It made bile rise in my throat.
But I seized that moment. I approached him with a stack of papers in my hands. “Before you go, can you sign these?”
He barely looked at them. “What’s this?”
“Pack paperwork,” I lied smoothly. “Just financial approvals for the upcoming quarter.”
He frowned. “Can’t this wait?”
“No,” I said firmly. “You’re the Alpha, remember? The council won’t process anything without your signature.”
He groaned in irritation, snatching the pen from me. “Fine. Make it quick.”
I held the papers steady as he scrawled his name on the last page, the divorce decree. The very one that would free me from him.
When he handed them back, I smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
He didn’t even notice the edge in my tone as Hannah called for him again. He left, and the door closed behind him.
The second he was gone, I grabbed my phone and dialed my lawyer.
“It’s done,” I said flatly. “He signed it.”
The voice on the other line paused, then asked, “You’re sure, Luna?”
“Yes. It’s over. File it immediately.”