LOGINMy Alpha husband and I were both liars. He lied to me a thousand times—said he would forget his ex, but he never did. Me? I only lied to him once. I tricked him into signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. Today is my last day. Three hours left. I packed all my bags. Bought a ticket to Northbridge. Two hours left. I cut him out of every photo. The album only has me now. One hour left. I recorded a final video for him. "Damon… this is my tenth year loving you. And my first day leaving you."
View MoreTurns out, Leo was telling the truth.I went back to my office and pulled out the lease agreement. Checked the landlord's name. Davenport. Not Leo's last name. I called him, confused.He laughed. "That's my mother's name. She's off fishing somewhere in the Pacific—has been for three years. Left me in charge of everything." A pause. "So technically, yeah. It's me."My jaw dropped.I walked back downstairs and cleaned out every cake in his shop. Every single one. Packed them into boxes and carried them upstairs to share with Tina. And I didn't pay.But I went back the next day to make up for it. "Yesterday was just a joke," I said. I knew he didn't need the money, so I brought him a small decorative piece—a hand-carved wooden wolf I'd found at a local artisan market. It was exactly what his shop had been missing. Consider it thanks for having my back.Leo examined the wolf, turning it over in his hands. "This is nice," he said. Then, more quietly: "You're trying to push him out of the ma
Mia lay around for two more days before barely recovering enough to function. Her fever broke. Her color returned. She announced she was going to fight for my future, and that very day, she went to negotiate the collaboration with Damon.I heard through the grapevine that Damon had perked up tremendously after learning I agreed to work with him. That he'd smiled for the first time in weeks. That he'd told his assistants to clear his schedule for the project.I could only laugh.The man who wouldn't give me the time of day no matter how I begged back then—now every little thing I did pulled at his heartstrings. A meeting invitation made him happy. A shared document made him hopeful.How was that not funny?The funniest part came when the project was nearly finished. Weeks of work, late nights, tense negotiations. And then, on a random Tuesday afternoon, he decided to declare his love for me in public.Right outside the office building I rented.He looked like some college kid with a cru
Mia arrived a week later and immediately collapsed.Not literally—but close. The climate in Southaven was warmer and more humid than what she was used to. She spent her first two days in her hotel room, pale and sweating, complaining about the heat and the food and the weird-smelling water.I had to go to her hotel and take care of her. Bring her soup. Refill her water glass. Listen to her rant about the terrible air conditioning.Weak as she was, she shoved the next day's client file into my hands. "You have to take this meeting," she said, her voice raspy. "I can't. I'll die."I stared at the file. Then at her. "You're burning up with fever and you're still thinking about work?""Someone has to."I sighed. With her down, I had to take her place. It was both of our businesses anyway. Didn't matter who handled the client meeting.The second I walked into that hotel conference room, I regretted it.I pulled out my phone and called Mia immediately. "You didn't tell me the client is Damon
Mia said she'd come visit me in a while and help expand our business here. We'd been partners for years, and saying goodbye to the old location was bittersweet. I hadn't expected her to follow me all the way here, but honestly? It was an honor.I rented a small workspace here—just a tiny office in a mixed-use building—with only one assistant for now. Her name was Tina. Young, eager, and always hungry.Every day, I'd take her downstairs to the coffee shop on the first floor for little cakes as a reward for all her hard work. It was a ritual now. Our thing.The baker was a young guy. Clean-cut short hair, always wearing a dark blue apron dusted with flour. He didn't talk much, but his cakes were incredible. Light, fluffy, perfectly sweet. Tina drooled over them every single day, swearing they were better than any professional pastry shop in Southaven.That afternoon, Tina was swamped with over a dozen documents to process. Contracts, forms, spreadsheets—the boring stuff that kept the bus


















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