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~Rosa~

Rosa lodged in a hotel during the divorce proceedings. It was usually quick and brief, the main thing being the verbal rejection.

But she couldn't stay here forever, so she decided to go back to her parents' mansion. The choice she had made after endlessly pacing from one side of her room to another.

Her marriage was over, there was no sugar coating it. Five years of her life had gone down the drain in a single second.

Five years, she staggered until she found herself sitting on her bed, thinking about all that wasted time. Maybe just maybe if her parents didn't sell her off for a higher rank she might have actually met someone who cared about her, someone who loved her.

Rather, she spent those years bending over backward for a man who couldn't hesitate to sleep with another woman, and of all the women he had to pick, just had to be his secretary and her former friend.

Suddenly, she aggressively wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, deciding not to cry anymore, at least for tonight. Instead, she would get drunk. I mean that usually works out. Maybe a handsome, hunky stranger would meet her, and she would have a passionate liaison tonight.

She was met again with another disappointment upon reaching the hotel bar. The ambiance was nice, but the creeps trying to get too close were not.

“Come on, sweet cheeks let me buy you something.”

“Why are you playing hard to get? You're not even that pretty!”

“I'll give you a nice time if you give me a chance.”

She was half ready to throw up her hands in frustration and scream before marching out of the bar like a madwoman.

But just as another weirdo was about to approach her she got desperate, her eyes spinning around until she spotted her escape from harassment.

She went towards a random tall stranger and hugged him from behind.

“Honey, where have you been?”

The man's muscular body stiffened, but he didn't push him away. She looked around to see that the creep was gone, then she backed away apologetically.

“I'm so sorry that I hugged you out of the blue, it's just that I recently became single, and I'm sure that those guys can smell that I’m mateless and for some reason, they think that's an invitation–”

He turned around and the rest of her words got lumped together in her throat as she struggled to breathe.

He had luscious black hair that framed his already chiseled face, slightly plump lips and his eyes were clear, hazel orbs that saw right through her.

The rest of him was also gingerly sculpted, and drool-worthy.

Was it because she hadn't gotten some in a while? Why was her wolf suddenly losing it and–

“Is that the best story you could come up with? At least the other girls that approached me tonight were more creative,” he was making a snide remark but the Velvet deepness of his voice made it sound like the best compliment that Rosa had heard in a while.

She quickly got over that because she wasn't about to allow another man to step all over her after just leaving her husband’s grip.

“I'm not trying to flirt with you,” she tried to defend herself again, but he didn't seem to believe one word. Finally, she was too fed up with exchanging words with him.

She wanted to leave the bar once and for all, but then bumped into someone she wasn't expecting to see for a long time.

Her heart stopped and her throat wanted to close up.

It was Kelvin and Sandra side by side, their arms entangled. Kelvin was dressed casually, while Sandra wore a sparkling piece with a deep V-neck plunge that generously exposed her cleavage.

There was an awkward silence between the three of them before Sandra broke it, stretching out her hands to hug Rosa.

Rosa, in pure disgust, immediately pulled away, appalled and agitated that Sandra thought they could embrace each other like they used to do in the past.

“Keep your grabby hands to yourself,” Rosa spat out with venom in her voice.

Sandra continued to wear a syrupy sweet smile, “Don't tell me you're still upset over what happened?”

Rosa was losing her mind over how Sandra was minimizing it, and Kelvin wasn't even saying anything. He was just casually scrolling on his phone like he didn't even know who she was, but she could tell that he was looking at them from the corner of his eye.

“Rosy,” Sandra called her fondly by her nickname, an action that made Rosa’s blood pressure rise. “Why can't we just forget about the past? Let's bury the hatchet and be friends again.”

Rosa was tempted to pinch herself because this was too hard to be some kind of dream, right? It had to be a strange alternate universe where sleeping with your friend's man was comparable to snatching off the last slice of pizza.

“You must be out of your mind!” Rosa fumed, ready to slap Sandra, Kelvin immediately noticed this and stood in between the two of them.

“Rosa, we're out in public right now, why don't you hold back from making a scene?”

She was twitching inside now. Why was he making it seem like she was some sort of crazy ex?

What gave him the audacity to act like that in front of her?

A month ago she woke up next to him, kissed him, entwined her body and heart with his wholly. She still thought that they would be together forever; now, the only evidence that there was ever a union between the two of them was signing divorce papers.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Those 5 years might have meant something to her, but clearly, it was a one-sided feeling. But since he had moved on then…

“Honey, are these people bothering you?”

She couldn't believe who just spoke up for her.