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The moment Floyd signed the divorce. agreement, something in me just… unlatched.
I stopped waking up at five to make breakfast for the pups.
I stopped brewing that stupid hangover soup he never thanked me for.
I stopped playing Luna of the house.
At first, no one noticed. That’s the thing about invisible work–it doesn’t exist until it’s missing.
But soon, things started to unravel. Slowly.
Deliciously.
Leon got scolded for being late to school.
Yolanda cried because she couldn’t find her.
homework. Floyd’s favorite silver pocket watch
-the one he wore to every Alpha Council meeting–ran out of battery and ticked no
more.
The maids tried to pick up the slack, bless them, but they never got it right.
The kitchen reeked of unwashed dishes. Tovs
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were strewn across the living room like a tornado had passed through. Floyd’s shirts? Creased, like no one had ever taught them what
an iron was.
Our once–pristine villa, home of the
Shadowborn Alpha and his perfect little family, was slipping into chaos.
And I?
I was by the window, finally doing something I hadn’t done in years–reading.
The sun spilled across the floor in golden. stripes. My wolf stretched lazily inside me, quiet
and still for once.
That’s when the door opened, and I didn’t even
flinch.
Floyd stood in the doorway, the scent of expensive cologne and wolf musk trailing after
him.
“How long are you going to keep pretending?” he asked, voice low and smooth, but laced with
irritation.
I closed the book and looked at him, steady.
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He stepped in. “Then why aren’t you taking care of the house? Still sulking about what happened?”
“No.” I set the book down. “I just don’t want to manage it anymore.”
His brows twitched. “Why?”
“I’m tired.” I didn’t raise my voice. Didn’t let my
wolf rise. “There are servants in the house. I
don’t have to do everything.”
He didn’t like that answer. He never did.
In my last life, I rose with the moon and worked till after sunset. His coffee had to be precisely eighty–five degrees. His toast golden, not brown. The pups‘ little clothes washed by hand, socks pressed like we were hosting royalty.
And for what?
To die alone while he sunned himself in Red
River Pack with Monica and our children.
“Jillian,” he said, his tone sharpening. “If you’re sulking, just say it. Don’t act like a pup throwing.
a tantrum.”
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I gave him a tight–lipped smile. “I’m not sulking. I just want to rest.”
Before either of us could say more, the door
burst open.
Leon and Yolanda stormed in, cheeks flushed,
little fists balled.
“Mom is too lazy!” Yolanda shouted, voice shrill.
“We want Aunt Monica to take care of us!”
“Aunt Monica is nicer, and way better than
you!” Leon added. “She makes real food and plays with us!”
I didn’t move.
Didn’t growl.
Didn’t cry.
I just breathed through it, like I’d practiced for
decades.
Floyd looked at me then, his expression unreadable–but there was challenge in his eyes, like he was waiting for me to fight. To beg. To bark.
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“If you think she’s better,” I said quietly, “then bring her here. I have no objections.”
The air stilled.
Even my wolf froze.
Floyd’s gaze darkened, jaw tightening. “Are you
sure?”
I nodded. “Very sure.”
“Dad, let’s call her now!” Yolanda tugged on his sleeve. “Aunt Monica will fix everything!”
“Yeah,” Leon grinned, spiteful. “She can be
our new mom. You can go ahead and leave already.”
And just like that, they left.
Floyd didn’t say a word–just gave me one last unreadable look and turned to go, the pups. bounding after him like a new pack forming right before my eyes.
I stood there in silence, listening as the engine
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faded down the driveway.
Then I closed my eyes.
Soon, I’d give them exactly what they wanted.
No more Luna. No more wife. No more mom.
I’d leave this house. This life.
For good.