"Josephine," I whispered her name. It sounded foreign on my lips, a name I hadn't spoken in years. "What are you doing here?"
"Me?" Josephine laughed, placing a hand over her chest. "You don't seem so happy to see me. It makes me sad. After all that happened?" She cocked her head to the side, a pout on her red lips.
After all that had happened. My hands formed tight fists as I struggled to keep them by my side. Josephine. The one woman I had hoped to not see again. Memories started to rush into my mind. Of a time, we were young and the best friends in the world. A time where nothing and no one could ever separate us. A time when things were a whole lot easier.
Cian walked over to us, I noticed how he took a stand beside Josephine, their shoulders almost touching. He looked at her, and I swear I saw his cold gaze soften.
"Excuse us for a moment, okay?" He said in a voice he only ever used with me. But now he's using it on Josephine.
"Sure thing hon," Josephine replied in a cheerful tone. She turned to me and waved. "I'll see you in a bit, best friend." She blew me a kiss and walked away, her hips swaying as she made her way up the stairs.
I felt helpless watching my husband, the love of my life, looking at another woman with such eyes. Using such tone of voice on her. Cian turned from her to me, and his eyes went back to being cold.
"What's going on?" I asked. "Why....what is she doing here?"
He didn't reply immediately. Instead he handed a black file over to me. When I hesitated to take it, he took it and put it in my arms. "Sign those papers." He said.
"P-papers?" I sputtered, my heart falling to my stomach. "What papers?"
"Open it and see for yourself and stop asking me dumb questions."
His words plus his cold eyes shot a dagger straight to my heart. I opened the envelope, my hands trembling as I did. There was single sheet of paper inside. I pulled it out, my heart racing so loud I feared it would just burst.
Dissolution of marriage.
I looked up at Cian, a cold chill descending on my body. "You're divorcing..."
"Yes." He said. "I'm divorcing you. Sign those papers and leave my house."
"But why?!" I cried out. "Why?! Everything has been going fine so far? Why?!"
My heart felt like it would split in half. There's no way Cian is divorcing me! I refuse to accept it! He loves me, he does!
"Why?" He scoffed. "Honestly, you're so dense it's so annoying."
His words cut through my heart. "Dense? What do you mean? You love me, Cian. You do."
"Love?" He laughed bitterly. "Don't delude yourself with such a thing, Vanya. I never loved you. Not even a single day on my life"
"What?"
"And maybe if you weren't so delusional you would have noticed it. But instead you chose to live on a fantasy bubble, believing whatever you wanted to, just so you could be happy."
"What does this have to do with divorce!" I screamed, hit tears covering my eyes. My hand went to my stomach; I was starting to feel sharp pangs of pain in my stomach.
Cian sneered at me, His eyes darkening. "I only agreed to marry you, because you look like her."
My heart shattered.
Because I look like her? That's....that's why?
"No," I shook my head, tears rolling down my eyes. "Cian you can't...."
"I've always loved her. She was my first love. And you were just the one in the way." Cian continued, a cruel smile on his face. "She's back now, and there's no need for me to keep up this charade anymore."
"Charade?" I laughed. "That's what you would call three years of marriage?"
Josephine. It has always been Josephine.
"What did you think it was?" He laughed. "You're just an omega, Vanya. Nothing else."
I felt the weight of my baby weighing heavily on my mind. I had been so excited, all I wanted to do was make a nice dinner and break the good news to him.
I can't even gather my thoughts. He's divorcing me. He loved Josephine, he was only with me because I looked like her.
I always hated that. Growing up we looked like twins, but Josephine was more of everything. She had wealthy parents. She had good grades, a social life, everyone was obsessed with her. And I was just the omega who she had befriended. I was her shadow, the only thing good about me was that I shared her beauty.
Or at least I used to think.
And now the love of my life confesses to being her love.
"You're wasting time." Cian sighed in annoyance. "Sign those papers immediately."
"I love you," I said, hoping my words would get to him. "And I'm..." I caught myself. Should I just tell him?
He regarded me coldly. "I don't care, Vanya. Josephine is the woman I love."
I stared at the divorce papers, tears obscuring my vision. My heart felt like it had been crushed into pieces. The pangs on my stomach increased in intensity every second.
"I can't..." I cried. "I can't sign this. No I..."
"I don't even know why I'm entertaining this." Can said with a vexed sigh. "I, Cian Valor, alpha of dragon claw pack rejects you, Vanya Jacobs as my mate and Luna."
"No!" I cried out, my wolf howling in pain as the mate bond between us snapped. It felt like a hot pain in my chest, searing through the pieces of my broken heart.
"I wanted to do this the human way. But you don't deserve that." Cian said, his voice full of hatred.
A scream of agony tore through my lips. I grabbed my chest, the pain getting hotter and hotter. The next thing I knew, my body fell to the floor and I lost consciousness.
Vanya's POV "You look even better." "Don't think of blasphemy Tristan. The goddess is the best of all bests. Another headline just popped up. It says... " I paused. "A new world order, a new religion, the Blackwoods." "Indeed. A new religion. " He chuckled before he paused. "I'll get the kids from school today. You'll just have to get off from work and go home." "The last time you got the children back from school Tristan, all of you wrecked the house!" "And we apologized and promised we'd never do it again." "Whatever. Thank you for getting them in... Advance " I said to him. "At your service my queen." I smiled, grinning from ear to ear. "I love you." I said to him. "I love you more." He replied. "We'll talk later, gotta go." He mused, before blowing a kiss into the phone's speaker and then hanging up. I sat down on my seat, thinking back in all that had happened in my life. All that had happened to bring me to this day. To this moment of true happiness. I had never kn
FOUR YEARS LATER. Vanya's POV "Is this what you really want to do? Still be a chef?" My love asked. "CEO of a good company honey. And yes. That's what I want to do. What I still want to do. " I opened the door to leave, turned, and pulled him towards me with his tie, kissing him full on the lips. He edged forward, closing the door and winding the glass up. His hand trailed to my waist, pulling me closer to him, before they made to unbutton my blouse. "What are you doing?" I giggled, throwing my head back. "I told you " He grumbled. "That the next time you do this on a work day, we might end up having sex in the car. " "And I said?" "Mm... You said nothing." I opened the car door. "And silence in court means...." But I had jumped out of the car, blowing him a kiss as I shut the door. He looked like a pouting child that would soon begin to bawl. "Just go." I mouthed, shooting him away with a wave of my hand. "You're in for tonight." He mouthed back before blowing me a kiss
Vanya's POV "Wait..." Tristan paused them. "You knew he came after Vanya." He questioned his father. Which he nodded to. "Does that mean you've been in London all this while?" He nodded again. Tristan stared at him in disbelief while I listened to their story. Waiting earnestly for them to finish so I could throw everything I wanted at them. "When we heard he came after you..." My father had become serious. "I told Marco and Vladimir that it was finally time for me to come out of hiding." They both nodded. "And worst of all, when Marco told me about your outburst." They nodded again. But he continued. "They weren't really buying the idea, and Vladimir promised to take care of you and Marco but I had been hiding long enough." "So we finally decided to come out of hiding," Vladimir said. "And deal with Magnus." Marco added. The sitting room now went quiet as I weighed everything they had said. I had missed my father since I was thirteen, thinking he was dead, but he had been aliv
Vanya's POV "Is this some kind of joke to appease me?" I turned to Marco. "Joke? No. No it's... Not." "I'm not buying this shit. None of it." "And where did you learn how do speak like that little crow?" "Don't you dare call me that!" I spat at the man. "And where did you even hear that from?" "I didn't hear it from anywhere. We made it up, together. At the spring fall close to your school when you wouldn't stop crying about how boring school was and how you wanted to be a doctor but not go to school for it..." I bit my lower lip. This couldn't be happening. I was dreaming. It's all a dream. "And what did I say?" I asked him for confirmation. "If I can make it as a doctor without books, I want the world in return..." "No..." I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm and tearless. "And I said to you..." I remembered clearly what he said to me that day. Even if you want heaven... "Even if you want heaven..." Daddy wouldn't hesitate a second... "Daddy wouldn't hesitate a
Vanya's POV I walked out of Tristan's office, and when I was out of earshot, I ran to our room, shutting the door behind me as I wailed my eyes out. I shook as the sobs took over me, fully in control. How could he? How could Marco? He was my father's best friend. He was supposed to stand by my father, was supposed to protect him. Was supposed to be a true friend. I hate him! I hate him!! I sniffled, still sitting down on the floor. How long I sat there, I couldn't recall but I knew it was well past afternoon. Tristan had come to knock on the door during lunch, asking me to eat. I had told him I wanted to be alone and wasn't in the mood to eat. "In case you change your mind." He said as I heard a rattle of plates in front of the door. "I'll leave your lunch here." Then he had left. After some time, he had come to the door again, knocking to check up on me. "I'm fine," I replied. "Vanya..." He started. "I know it's tough. I wish I could help... Or... Or do something." He sig
Tristan's POV I was in my study with Vanya that morning when Adam and some of my men brought Magnus into my office. Hands bound as he knelt him down before us. I was sitting on the arm of the seat while Vanya sat on it. From where he knelt, Magnus glared at us. His face filled with venom. Like the fuck I cared. He had gone after Vanya for whatever crooked reason it was. Had killed her father, my father's very good friend. He had ruined her chance of having a father and a mother too, potentially making her an orphan. The reason my Luna had no parents as shoulders to lean on, was because of this man. And heaven knew, I wanted to rip out his throat. There was a tremble on his venomous face even though he tried to hide it. He only glared as a defense mechanism. "Such a flimsy defense you have there Magnus." No need putting the Alpha's honorific anyway. He didn't deserve that respect. He blinked that I called him by his name but covered the shock on his face by glaring harder. "Oh!"