“Where I am is none of your concern, Mr. Reyes,” I said, voice steady, fierce with newly claimed independence.
“How long will this tantrum last, Toni? Is this about the card?” His growl was nearly audible through the line. “Stop playing with the divorce papers. You can’t survive without me.”
I drew a slow breath, muscles coiled in quiet power. “I can,” I said, then hung up. I blocked his number without hesitation.
Moments later, a message appeared: [Lorenz: Come back now, or I will drag you home.]
I typed back: [Toni: Never.]
With a final swipe, I severed him from my life. At last, I was free—my own pack, my own territory, my own life.
