2| Real Mommy.

RHONDA

“Rhonda,” he muttered, controlling his breath as he walked in. “When did you return? An omega just told me now that you are back.”

He stepped closer as if to hug me, but without thinking twice, I shoved him away.

Confusion flickered across his face. “Rhonda?”

Seeing his confusion, he didn’t yet know that I had discovered his betrayal and deceit. That bitch didn’t tell him.

Which was to my advantage, because I needed him to remain calm and oblivious until I took my revenge.

What he didn’t know was that the very foundation of his tech company, DTech, on whose finance he ran this pack, had been built by me. Every prototype, every system that had made DTech a global success had been created by me. I had submitted everything under a pseudonym. Seven. A name inspired by my birth date.

“I’m sorry,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I’m just… stressed.”

“It’s okay,” he replied with a smile I once found charming. A smile that would have melted me instantly. But now, all I felt was resentment.

“What are you doing here? Why are you back?”

A bitter chuckle escaped me. He didn’t even remember that today was our anniversary. The urge to slap him consumed me, but I ignored it, controlling my rage.

“I missed home,” I muttered simply. “And I’m exhausted from the long flight. I need to rest.”

I quickly walked past him before I lost it and went straight to my room, locking the door behind me. The moment I collapsed onto the bed, the tears came rushing out. I cried until exhaustion dragged me into sleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, bitterness and anguish consumed my entire being as the memories came crashing back into my head.

Oh, I hated him so much.

I reached for my phone and dialed Jake’s number, one of the very few friends I had in Brighton City. He was an excellent lawyer.

“Hello, Jake. Are you at the office?” I asked the moment he picked up.

“Oh my! Rhonda! You’re back!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes. I want to file for a divorce. See you in a few hours. Please start preparing the divorce papers for me,” I said casually.

He was quiet for a moment. “Now, that’s the last thing I expected to hear. Are you okay? And on what grounds? What did Alpha Theodore do?”

“He cheated on me with Leo’s nanny. See you soon,” I said and ended the call immediately.

I spent the next few hours bed-rotting, unable to get Theodore’s betrayal out of my head. When Jake called later to inform me that the papers were ready, I finally found the strength to get up and get ready.

At the parking lot, just as I was about to open my car door, an annoyingly familiar voice echoed with fake sweetness.

“Oh, Luna Rhonda. You’re back!”

I paused and took a deep breath before turning around to look at her.

Layla stood there, smiling widely in a red strapless dress that showed most of her ample cleavage. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, her blue eyes as bright as the ocean.

I caught myself noticing every detail about her. Why did he choose her over me? Was it because she had a larger bust and hips?

“Luna?” she called mockingly, snapping me back to reality.

I cleared my throat and, without muttering a word in response, turned around and entered my car.

The fucking audacity to talk to me and smile so cheekily like she had done nothing!

It wasn’t her fault at all, but Theodore’s. He was the one who betrayed me.

When I got to Jake’s office, the divorce papers were ready, so I picked them up and left. I had pleaded with him to keep everything confidential until I was ready to pull the divorce card.

Theodore wouldn’t sign the papers easily, so I had to devise a devious way to make him do it. I needed to be very strategic about it.

Once I was done with my lawyer, I went straight to Leo’s school to pick him up, just like old times, since I had nothing else scheduled for the day.

As I approached his classroom, I froze.

Layla crouched before him, smiling brightly as he slipped the seashell bracelet onto her wrist.

“I love it,” she said, admiring it. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you, Mommy!” he beamed proudly.

My heart clenched with jealousy.

“Is it true?” he asked suddenly, looking up at her with innocent eyes. “That you’re my real mommy? Daddy said so.”